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fandomgirlz01 · 8 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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buckypascal · 1 year ago

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Bradley Simpson in the Cry at the Moon music video

#these are the most self indulgent gifs ever lmao and i have no shame #bradley simpson #brad simpson #bradley will simpson #cry at the moon #catm

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pankowcrumbs · 5 months ago

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The Wedding X Bradley Will Simpson Chapter 2

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The Vamps Masterlist

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

The reception was a dazzling affair. The soft glow of string lights and the hum of conversation set the perfect mood for a night of celebration. Y/N found herself sitting at a table near the dance floor, absentmindedly swirling the champagne in her glass. She couldn’t stop replaying her earlier encounter with Bradley.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kirstie slid into the seat beside her, radiant in her bridal gown.

Y/N smiled, trying to mask her emotions. “Just enjoying the view. Everything turned out beautiful, Kirstie. You and James did an amazing job.”

Kirstie tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. “And here I thought you were lost in deep thought about a certain someone.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, you did spend most of dinner sneaking glances at him,” Kirstie teased gently. “Look, if you want my opinion, you should talk to him. Bradley’s a great guy, Y/N. And he’s been… well, let’s just say you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about the past.”

Y/N sighed, her fingers toying with the edge of her napkin. “It’s complicated.”

“Love usually is,” Kirstie said with a knowing smile. “But sometimes, it’s worth it.”

Before Y/N could respond, the DJ announced the first dance. Kirstie gave her hand a quick squeeze before heading to the dance floor to join James. The couple swayed to a soft melody, their happiness palpable. Y/N felt a lump rise in her throat as she watched them. She wanted that kind of love, that kind of certainty.

“Care to dance?” Bradley’s voice startled her. She turned to find him standing there, his hand extended.

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand in his. “Sure.”

The song changed to a slower tune as they made their way to the dance floor. Bradley’s hand settled lightly on her waist, and Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. They moved in sync, the world around them fading as they focused on each other.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Bradley said softly, his gaze fixed on her face.

“Not avoiding,” Y/N replied. “Just… processing.”

“Processing what?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

“Seeing you again. How it makes me feel,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bradley’s grip on her waist tightened slightly. “And how does it make you feel?”

“Confused,” she said honestly. “I thought I’d moved on, but being here with you… it’s bringing everything back.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I know what you mean. Y/N, I’ve been thinking about us a lot. About what went wrong and what we could’ve done differently.”

“And?” she prompted, her heart racing.

“I think we gave up too soon,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “I think we still have something worth fighting for.”

Y/N searched his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt, but found none. “Bradley, I don’t know if I can go through that kind of heartbreak again.”

“I’m not asking for a promise,” he said. “Just a chance. A chance to prove that we can make it work this time.”

Y/N’s breath caught. The vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes—it was almost too much to take in. Before she could respond, the song ended, and applause erupted around them. Bradley stepped back, giving her a small, hopeful smile.

“Think about it,” he said, his voice barely audible over the clapping. Then he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing there, her mind and heart in turmoil.

Later that evening, Y/N found herself wandering the gardens, needing space to clear her head. The cool night air and the soft glow of the lanterns provided a welcome escape from the noise and emotions of the reception.

She wasn’t alone for long. Footsteps approached, and she turned to find Bradley once again. His tie was loosened, and his jacket was slung over one shoulder, giving him an almost boyish charm.

“Couldn’t resist following me, could you?” she teased lightly.

He grinned. “Guilty as charged. But in my defense, I figured you could use some company.”

They walked in silence for a while, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Finally, Y/N stopped and turned to face him.

“Bradley, what are you really asking for?” she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her.

He met her gaze, his expression earnest. “I’m asking for a fresh start. No expectations, no pressure. Just… a chance to see where this could go.”

Y/N considered his words, her heart pounding. Could she take that leap of faith? Could she risk her heart again?

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she admitted.

Bradley stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. “That’s okay. Take your time. I’ll wait, Y/N. For as long as it takes.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Thank you.”

As they stood there under the stars, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something new.

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

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elparaisodetlaloc · 10 months ago

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#bradley simpson #bradley will simpson #my prodigy #hair prince #fluffy hair #lovely lips #squishy #a jawline for days #neat neck #handsome hands #so sharp #peachy #sweet creature 🎶#chase the stars to lose our shadow 🎶

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kcsplace · 4 months ago

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top gun silliness

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lieutenantfloyd · 5 months ago

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Hi! I'm fairly sure you're taking asks at the moment but feel free to ignore this if you aren't. But would you consider doing a "How they'd react to you on your period" but for the top gun: maverick characters?

How they react when you’re on your period (Headcanons)

Includes: Rooster, Bob, Hangman, Cyclone, Maverick, and Phoenix

Warnings: fluff, domestic bliss, mentions of pain, blood, marriage, and general domesticity— Reader is gender neutral but has a uterus

Authors Note: Life decided to get wild for a minute so this accidentally sat half finished in my drafts for a month and a half along with a Cyclone request I'm now working on again. Also, I included a headcanon each for Coyote and Fanboy at the end as a bonus :)

Rooster:

Bradley, as much as he tries, is still very much "A Guy™"

He's not malicious and he's far from incompetent, he just genuinely doesn't understand what you're going through

He's hesitant to ask questions, so instead he just pays extra close attention to you

If you like to cuddle, he's all over it

And if you don't, he's always lurking nearby, waiting for you to need him

Either way, he's noticing everything, and he's kinda horrified

Once your relationship is fairly progressed, he'll pull you aside and ask all the questions he was too scared to ask before

He wants to know all about your symptoms, emotions, and any way he can make the time a little less miserable

Rooster is such a family fan, and once he has a grasp on what you need, he's jumping head first into action

He shows his affection by being strong for you but also accidentally super clingy

Like he’s genuinely not letting you leave his sight

He's still a little hesitant at first about upsetting you or getting things wrong, but he's the type of man willing to do whatever he can to keep you happy

He isn't the best cook, but he tries

Do you both end up eating cereal for multiple meals? Yes

Does your teasing being met with his apology kisses make them the best bowls of cereal you’ll ever have? Absolutely

Will 1000% get you your favorite snacks though, even if that means making an emergency trip to the store at midnight because you offhandedly mentioned something

Bob:

Your sweet darling angel Bob has zero clue what's happening or how to help, but he's determined to try his absolute BEST

If your relationship is still new and you're staying together when you get your period, this man straight up thinks you're dying

Like obviously he knows how this works—far more than other guys you’ve been around, because that's just how Bob is

But he lives his life always a bit on edge and has a massive tendency to panic

So his mind instantly goes to worst case scenario aka there’s been an accident and you're now bleeding out

He just loves you SO MUCH and he is SO SCARED

It takes a bit of effort to calm him down, mostly in the form of kisses and reassurance, but once you explain everything he's good as new

…minus his still racing heart

Bob is the type to bombard you with questions when he's concerned

"Are you comfortable?" "Are you hungry?" "Do you need anything?"

May or may not accidentally propose when he's initially worried (even if you're already married)

Now you’re both slightly panicking, cuddled up in bed together looking at rings or your wedding album

Bob takes his role as your partner so seriously, and just wants to feel useful in any way he can

You might spend an almost equal amount of time comforting Bob as he spends comforting you, but it nonetheless gets your mind of things

Relationships are about give and take, and a life with Bob is sweet as pie

Hangman:

Hangman, despite his flirtatious personality, is the type of guy parents want their kids to end up with

He’s a total l lover boy at heart, priding himself in keeping you happy at all times

That means he's shockingly well prepared for this, and is genuinely confused if you didn’t think he wouldn’t be

To him it’s basic stuff, simply just “what a good boyfriend does”

And if you try to explain how men typically are about periods, he’s looking you dead in the eyes and saying, “We both know I’m one of a kind.”

The argument pretty much ends there, and he’s right back to being boyfriend of the year—this time without your questioning protests

Shortly into your relationship he’ll ask you out of the blue about your needs and preferences, and ever since then has kept them STOCKED

To him you're the #1 priority, and making sure you have everything you need to be comfortable is just as intuitive for him as knowing what size clothes you wear or adjusting the air conditioner on your side of his truck as soon as he gets in

He'll take it upon himself to make everything he can control as calm and stress free as possible, with laundry is done, dishes washed, and dinner on the table before you can even think about it

If you're feeling up to it, he'll take you on cute little dates to get your mind off things

He stays hyper aware of you the whole time, ready to whisk you away if you start to feel bad or you’re social battery is suddenly empty

He’s physically clingy by nature, and that only triples when he thinks you need some extra love

He's 120% committed to being a gentleman to you always, so he won’t ambush you with cuddles

but he will open his arms any time you look even vaguely in his direction :)

Cyclone:

Whether you're dating, married, or even just friends with benefits, this man is nothing if not a provider

If you are in any way connected to him, he has made it abundantly clear that you are to call him whenever you need anything—no matter how insignificant

He's admittedly out of his element when it comes to periods, but he’s a grown man, competent enough to admit what he doesn’t know and not let that phase him one bit

On days when time got away from you and you’re now out of pads/tampons and the store is closing in thirty minutes, he's in his car the second your text comes through

He’ll show up at your door in under an hour, carrying multiple packs of exactly what you need, along with groceries for the week and frozen yogurt from your favorite shop across town

When you question him about it, he simply says he does it “because he can”

Choosing to conveniently leave out the fact that he knows you have a busy week ahead, and not having to worry about getting to the grocery store is an easy way for him to take a little bit of stress off of your plate

He’s the type to have meticulously organized notes in his phone that list all your favorite things, what's on your wishlist, your go to restaurant orders, etc

This comes in handy not only when he wants to spoil you (which is always), but also when you’re not feeling well and are in need of some extra love and care

Like Phoenix, you’re his number one priority, and knowing something is off triggers both his protective and caregiver tendencies.

He will do anything he can to make your life easier, and gets genuinely angry at the thought of you having to expend any more energy than absolutely necessary

He's shockingly big into quality time, and loves to spend nights with you on the couch or in bed

He runs insanely warm, and while you often joke about him being the human equivalent of a space heater, your complaints become nothing but praise when you have cramps or just want a comforting hug

In the same vein, he gives the best massages ever

His hands are big and just as warm as the rest of him, plus he's strong with fingertips just rough enough to feel great against your skin

He’s not the type to ever bombard you with his presence, but if he’s not working, he’s more than happy to spend all the time he can with you

Phoenix:

this lovely lady would be the absolute sweetest

She's all too familiar with what you’re going through, and is committed to making this week of your life unnotable in the best possible way

Seeing you at all uncomfortable or feeling down sends her protective tendencies into overdrive

Every minute she's not in the air, she's waiting on you hand and foot

Phoenix is such a caretaker, and it comes second nature to her

You’ll have to promise that you really are fine, and while she isn’t 100% convinced, she will at least let you walk your dogs or help with dinner

She absolutely loves taking baths with you, so much that it’s practically one of her love languages

Physical touch and quality time are both such big things for her, and there are few things more intimate than talking about your day while you share a glass of wine and wash each other's hair

At the end of the day she just wants her partner to feel comfortable and loved at all times, and she'll do anything she can to make that happen

Maverick:

When your period comes, this man is certifiably lost It’s not because he doesn't care, he's just a little (endearingly) oblivious

A facet of your relationship centers around how, between his free-spirited personality and after so many years spent dedicated only to his career, Maverick just isn't used to having to think about anyone else

but if theres one thing Mav has proven time and time again, it’s that he isn't one to back down from a challenge

Once he's caught on to your "situation" (as he calls it), he's going to ask questions that total in the hundreds

Asks about your cravings, type and descriptions of your pain, preferences over products and medications, etc

He genuinely wants to know everything, because then he’ll know how to help

He's a bit of a walking disaster, and he'd far too restless to cuddle

but if it’s your thing he’ll try for you, so long as you’re ready to listen to his endless wild stories :)

Instead of simply assuming you're down for his spur-of-the-moment adventures (or just disappearing for days like he used to before you got together), he'll actually come out and invite you along

He also makes a conscious effort to check in with you throughout the day, sending you quick texts to let you know he’s safe and thinking about you

This eventually gets fully implemented into your relationship when Maverick realizes he's very invested in what you do all day—no matter how mundane it seems to you

If you spent all day in bed scrolling your phone, he wants to know all the details about everything you looked at

If you went grocery shopping that afternoon, he wants to know all about what you’re cooking and what new products and snacks you saw while you were there

To him everything has the potential to be an adventure, you just how to have the right outlook

Slowly, you'll start noticing more and more of your favorite things popping up around the hangar

Your favorite snacks and a bottle of your preferred painkillers in the cabinet, extra pillows and fluffy blankets left lying around, a heating pad or two…

You don't say anything and he’ll never address it, but you can't help but notice the soft look in his eyes when he sees you using something he bought just for you