#brad simpson x y/n

[arcticharrie]

yeah… that’s hot 😩

[fallingforel]

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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[just-my-type-x]

Bringing this back altogether

Introducing Brad Simpson as my favourite male character, Thomas Cresswell 💙🖤

Stalking Jack The Ripper series by Kerri Maniscalco

[alltoomaples]

the poll results had first one for pt2 for love.jpg. and i've been editing and finishing up pt2 (though i will do all four as asked in the poll the previous week). soooooo

y'all ready for this??

[anitalorimer]

𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I forgive you, Brad."

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

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

[pankowcrumbs]

The Wedding X Bradley Will Simpson Chapter 1

MasterList

The Vamps Masterlist

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

The sun filtered through the grand windows of the countryside manor, casting golden rays across the polished floors. Y/N adjusted the hem of her blush-pink bridesmaid dress for the third time, nerves jangling beneath her composed exterior. The air buzzed with wedding preparations as caterers, florists, and coordinators flitted about, ensuring everything was perfect for James and Kirstie’s big day.

James, her older cousin and the closest thing she had to a brother, had always been her rock. His wedding was an event she wouldn’t miss for the world. But it also meant facing someone she hadn’t seen in two years—Bradley, her ex-boyfriend and James’ bandmate.

Their breakup had been mutual, or so they told themselves. The pressures of long-distance, conflicting schedules, and their own personal insecurities had driven a wedge between them. Yet, no amount of time seemed to dull the ache she felt when his name came up or one of The Vamps' songs played unexpectedly on the radio.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” James’ voice pulled her from her thoughts. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy trousers, his tie undone and a mischievous grin on his face.

“Sorry, what?” she asked, shaking her head as if that would clear away the storm of emotions brewing inside her.

“I asked if you’ve seen Kirstie’s bouquet. Apparently, it’s gone AWOL.”

“Oh, right. I’ll help you look for it,” she offered, glad for the distraction.

As they searched, Y/N felt the weight of James’ gaze on her. “You’re nervous,” he said, not as a question but a statement.

“What gave it away?” she replied, trying for humor.

“You’re worried about seeing Brad.”

Her head snapped up. “Is it that obvious?”

James shrugged. “I know you, Y/N. And for what it’s worth, I think this could be good. Closure, maybe?”

“Closure,” she echoed, tasting the word like it was foreign. Was that what she wanted?

Before she could answer, a familiar laugh drifted from the hallway. Her stomach dropped. There he was, standing just a few feet away, looking impossibly handsome in a tailored suit. Bradley’s dark curls were a little shorter than she remembered, but his warm brown eyes and infectious smile hadn’t changed a bit.

He was talking to Connor and Tristan, but as if sensing her presence, his gaze shifted and locked onto hers. Time seemed to freeze. The laughter faded, replaced by a tension that crackled in the air between them.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with something she couldn’t quite place.

“Bradley,” she replied, her own voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

James cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up,” he said with a knowing look before disappearing down the hall.

Y/N and Bradley stood there, an awkward silence stretching between them. Finally, he spoke. “You look… beautiful.”

“Thank you. So do you,” she said, her cheeks flushing.

He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while.”

“Two years,” she replied, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Bradley nodded, his expression turning serious. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this conversation, but here it was, unfolding in the most unexpected of moments.

“Maybe we can talk later?” he suggested, sensing her hesitation.

She nodded. “Yeah, later.”

As he walked away, Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. The day was only just beginning, and already, it promised to be unforgettable.

[bradsbabe]

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.

***

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.

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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!

[beth-yeet365]

“You’ll be the death of me” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

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

Word count: 4k+

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

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

my masterlist, if you so please

*flashbacks are in small italics*

THE FIRST TIME 

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

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

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

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

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

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

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

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

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

You snicker at him.

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

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

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

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

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fucker. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only laugh more.

THE SECOND TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The studio was good?” you ask him. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, usually not but-”

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

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

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

“Bradley!” you exclaim. 

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

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

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

THE THIRD TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Must be,” you laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah same,” Brad agrees. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, I hope not.

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

“Filthy animals,” Connor remarks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE SUCCESSFUL TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Happy birthday to you!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours,” he mumbles against your neck.

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

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

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

THE NEXT MORNING

You woke up to something tickling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ohholyfanfics]

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

Prompt: "You are a terrible liar"

Prompt Masterlist: x

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

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

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

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

"What was that?"

"What?"

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

"What's that suppose too mean?"

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

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

"How snitched?"

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

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

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

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

"Wait-huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is our baby.."

[bloosomjoon]

Hi, im new here!

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

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

see yall!

[lovebynorth]

Is it just me or do these pics also scream FaceTime with Bradley to you?

[fallingforel]

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

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

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

words: 1,835

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1 year later

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

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

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

[just-my-type-x]

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"

[alltoomaples]

an update on works and everything so far

previously, we had held a poll sesh for writeup no2 of the 'until i found you' masterlist and you guys have voted on the plot as well as the new!f1 driver. So writeup 2 will be of Charles Leclerc :))

secondly, i'll be working on the above said writeup yet i aint sure if i'd be able to post by the upcoming week. im bit struggling with focus on the work as i'm in th middle of finals as im graduating soon and some personal work so i hope you understand.

while my drafting gets in progress, i'll be further working on posts as one of the polls sesh i had, so after this, i'd be working on part 2 for yellow from other worklist, and then another celeb x reader for the current masterlist.

as this time, it took up a lot of time on doing polls which i wish i did earlier, so i'll be posting on polls with the other said potential plots i had over here with a mix of celebs and f1 drivers so keep an eye on that.

last but not least, i'd happily take in any questions or requests from y'all <33

sending in much love and hope you have a lovely weekend :)) xx

[reclusive-pessimist]

Bradley Will Simpson and Thomas Stanley Holland are the same guy in two different fonts. try and change my mind.

it's not even embarrassing how much i love them. like- look at them, how can you not?

[pankowcrumbs]

The Wedding X Bradley Will Simpson Chapter 3

MasterList

The Vamps Masterlist

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

The following morning, the wedding festivities were replaced with a calm hush over the countryside manor. Guests wandered around with coffee in hand, some nursing hangovers while others reminisced about the magical night. Y/N sat at a corner table on the patio, a steaming cup of tea in front of her. She gazed out at the lush gardens, replaying the events of the previous night in her mind.

Bradley’s words still lingered. He was willing to wait, to try again. It was both comforting and terrifying.

“Mind if I join you?” Kirstie’s voice pulled Y/N from her thoughts. The bride looked radiant even after a long night, her face glowing with happiness.

“Of course,” Y/N said, gesturing to the chair across from her.

Kirstie settled in, cradling her coffee. “So… how are you feeling after last night?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully perceptive for someone who just got married.”

Kirstie chuckled. “James and I had a bet. He thought you’d spend the night overthinking everything. I said you’d come to your senses and talk to Brad.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Please tell me you didn’t actually make a bet about my love life.”

“Oh, absolutely we did,” Kirstie said with a grin. “But in all seriousness, I care about you, Y/N. And I could see how much Brad still cares, too.”

Y/N sighed, lowering her hands. “He wants a second chance.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Kirstie asked gently.

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted. “I want to believe it could work, but… what if we’re just setting ourselves up for more heartache?”

Kirstie reached across the table, her hand resting on Y/N’s. “You’ll never know unless you try. Life’s too short to let fear hold you back.”

Later that afternoon, Y/N found herself wandering the manor grounds. Guests were beginning to leave, their cars disappearing down the long gravel driveway. She paused near the rose garden, breathing in the sweet scent of the flowers, when she heard footsteps behind her.

Turning, she found Bradley standing there, his hands in his pockets. He looked nervous, almost shy.

“I was hoping I’d find you here,” he said.

“Bradley,” she said softly, her heart beating a little faster.

“I wanted to give you something,” he said, stepping closer. From his pocket, he pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. “I wrote this a while ago. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever give it to you, but… it feels right now.”

Y/N took the paper, her fingers brushing against his. She hesitated before unfolding it. Bradley watched her intently as she read:

"Y/N, I’ve been thinking about us. About the moments we shared and the ones we never got to have. I’ve missed your laugh, your smile, the way you make everything feel lighter, even on the heaviest days. Losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through, and I don’t want to go through it again. If there’s even the smallest chance for us, I’ll take it. I’ll fight for it. For you. Because you’re worth it. You’ve always been worth it. - Bradley"

Tears blurred her vision as she finished reading. She looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. “You wrote this for me?”

He nodded. “Every word.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Y/N stepped closer, folding the note and slipping it into her pocket. “I don’t have all the answers right now,” she said honestly. “But I think… I think I want to try.”

Bradley’s face lit up with hope. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

He reached for her hand, and this time, she didn’t pull away. They stood there in the garden, the world around them fading into the background. Maybe it wouldn’t be easy. Maybe they’d still have obstacles to overcome. But for the first time in two years, Y/N felt something she hadn’t in a long time—hope.