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Astraphobia → Brad Simpson

a/n: this is my first imagine that I’ve wrote for tumblr! please let me know what you think ♡

You had always been abnormally afraid of the loud crashes of thunder that echoed down from the clouds down to you. Thankfully, thunderstorms only happen everyso often and you usually have your headphones with you to drown out the noises as you hide under your bed.

However, as you hear the first clap of thunder while you stir the milk into your mug of tea, you can’t help but jump up in fear. Of course the weather lady didn’t forecast this and you don’t have your headphones with you since you decided to stay at your boyfriend’s house for the night.

You didn’t realise how long you had been trying to calm your breathing down until your boyfriend, Brad, walked through the kitchen doorway with a frown.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” He asks. You had never opened up about your fear to Brad before since it didn’t seem relevant, plus it was totally embarrassing on your behalf.

“Yeah,” you quickly assure him and his frown deepens.

“You sure? You look a bit startled,” he replies. “Plus you’re taking ages to make my tea.”

You try and shrug it off, rolling your eyes at him playfully. “The perfect cup of tea takes time, Brad. You should know that.”

He chuckles before taking his brewed tea and taking a sip, mentally scolding himself for drinking it while it’s still steaming hot.

The kitchen lights up as a lightening bolt flashes from the other side of the window. Brad sets down his cup of tea and moves to the other side of you to look out of the huge window you were not both stood in front of.

“That’s awesome,” he grins, amazed as he counts down until the thunder grumbles afterwards. You shiver and try not to look so scared but, Brad being your very perceptive boyfriend, notices straight away. “Aw, is my baby scared of thunder?”

He pulls you in from the side and kisses your cheek, causing you to sink into him, enjoying his warmth.

Thankfully, the storm had finished for now and you didn’t have to admit to Brad about your phobia. Instead, you take your cup of tea and follow Brad into his lounge, sitting down on the sofa as the heavy rain slows down to a light drizzle.

You had hoped the thunder storm had finished earlier that night but as you lay wide awake at almost midnight, a sleeping Brad to your side as you sleep on his bed, you practically jump out of your bones at the sound of the thunder from outside.

It’s just thunder, you told yourself. You’re not going to die.

But the thunder was so perssistent in scaring the life out of you and you almost end up in tears as you hold back the yells of surprise every time the thunder grumbled lowly.

Brad peeks an eye open as he feels the bedsheets rise and you hide your face under the quilts. With a confused frown, he chuckles and chucks the bedsheets over his head, too.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask with a hoarse throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers your question indirectly. He still felt so tired and his eyes threatened to drop at any moment. “Why are you awake, Y/N?”

You purse your lips and look up at the bedsheets. It was so warm and you felt like you were suffocating underneath them but you convinced yourself that it helped drown out the sound of the thunder.

Before you get the chance to open your mouth and respond, lightening lights up your room like earlier that night in the kitchen, thunder being heard a few seconds later.

Brad doesn’t fail to notice you clench your eyes shut and your hands clamp over your ears. He tilts his head, concerned.

“You okay?”

“Just don’t like the thunder,” you admit finally. “Never have. Scares the shit out of me, actually.”

“You should’ve told me,” he says honestly before shuffling closer to you so he can wrap his arms around you.

With your head resting on his chest and your arms tightly around his torso, you daren’t open your eyes to see the next round of thunder and lightening.

When you jump as it thunders, Brad kisses your head lightly and rubs your back to help calm you down. He didn’t know what else to do since he couldn’t have the music loud enough to drown the thunder out since he didn’t want complaints from the neighbors—they didn’t like him as it is.

“I feel really bad that I’m keeping you up,” you say, shifting your head on his chest and looking up at him. “You can go to sleep, I’ll deal with my stupid fears myself.”

“Your fears aren’t stupid,” he rolls his eyes playfully at you. “We’re all scared of something, Y/N, and I’m always gonna be here to help you with your fears. Even if it’s just thunder.”

Your cheeks go red, flustered. You didn’t think you could love someone more than you already did, but he loved to prove you wrong.

“Besides, this means you can protect me from spiders,” he jokes and you laugh at his playfulness, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Don’t be embarrassed to tell me anything, okay?”

“Alright, Brad.”

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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His voice 🥹

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Grab A Table - BWS

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

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

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

Apologies if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors.

Please enjoy and take care...

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh shit I'm so sorry"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said in a calm, charming voice.

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

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

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

He said in a playful voice.

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

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

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

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

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

You say to him.

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

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

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

"Would you like anything to drink?"

He asked.

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

You laughed, and so did he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You said to him.

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

He says very hopeful.

"Maybe we will"

You said with a smile,

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

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

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

He said to you in between kisses.

"Oh definitely will now stop talking and kiss me"

You said.

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

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- I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IM TERRIFIED -

Hello to the readers that read this imagine I’m sorry it’s been like two or so weeks since I posted my last one. I have been busy with school and getting my SACE so I can finish school successfully, also I have been reading a lot more lately and I lose track of time when I do so.

I hope you enjoy this imagine and I am currently in the middle of working on another one ready to post next week or maybe sometime this week. Please feel free to leave suggestions, ideas, or even requests.

- WARNINGS - MINOR LANGUAGE & ANGST - 1.6K WORDS -

- EDITED -

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I walk into my apartment after work to get ready for tonight’s movie night at Zara’s with Tristan. It was a regular get-together thing after Zara moved out into Tristan’s place. They were engaged and thought it was finally time to move in with each other. Brad was still living there with them while trying to find another place to live.

After my shower, I got into comfy clothes and grabbed my keys to leave. While on my way I picked up some snacks since I didn’t want to go empty-handed again like I did last time, and I didn’t eat a thing that night because I felt like shit for not bringing anything even though Zara and Tristan never cared. I pulled up to their house as Zara runs out to me and pulls me into a big hug.

“Hey girl, I was wondering where you were” Zara laughs.

“I went to the shops first, I’m sorry I’m late” I smile as I grab the bag and my other belongings.

“You did not have to bring anything, we made Brad do the shopping this week and he brought a lot, he also has someone over” My heart dropped as I continue smiling.

“Oh, is she nice” I ask.

“See for yourself me and Tris don’t know about her” She shrugs as I lock my car and we walk into her house.

“Y/N you are here” Tristan pulls me into a hug “How was work” I place the bag down on the counter.

“Good” I nod as I look over at Brad and the blond woman next to him “Hi” I smile.

“Y/N meet Sarah, Sarah this is Y/N” Brad smiles.

“Hello” I nod to her and give her a light smile.

“Hi” She rolls her eyes as I look down, great she doesn’t like me.

“Well let’s get this rolling, Y/N wanna help me set up” I nod in response as Tristan, Brad and Sarah go to the couch and set up in there “I am so sorry about her, shes been here for two nights and has given me attitude as well it’s disgusting, she clearly doesn’t get that I’m engaged to Brads best friend” Zara shakes her head.

“Maybe she’s scared to lose him” I shrug.

“No she’s fake, like come on look at the lip job, clearly her boobs are fake and her ass, come on Brad could do better, and I hope he opens his eyes one day and notices she is right in front of him” She laughs.

“Zara shh” I nudge her with my shoulder as she giggles.

She wasn’t wrong, Sarah was not someone I thought id ever see with Brad but if she makes him happy then it’s worth it. Don’t get me wrong I was jealous because I was in love with Brad but I knew how he was with women and how he got bored and didn’t last a week with them so it was nothing new to us but it was also the reason I never told him how I felt.

Once we set up I sit down and we all decide on White Chicks for the movie, Zara and Tristan laughed and whispered to each other as I noticed why, I felt so bad but it was funny. Halfway through the movie, I felt eyes stinging the side of my head, I look over and see Brad staring at me as I give him a light smile but he just looks away.

“Wait, where is your boyfriend Y/N” Sarah pipes up.

“I.. I don’t have one” I respond.

“Must be lonely, no one to cuddle, or kiss you while whispering cute things to you, I mean I can see why you are single but like have you tried dating apps that’s how Brad and I met” She shrugs.

“I uhh.. I have before but didn’t work out” I shrug. “Oh must suck, guess it’s not for everyone” She giggles “Tristan you did amazing, but keep her away from Brad I see how she looks at him”

“I don’t look at him in any way besides an idiot” Zara rolls her eyes.

“That’s enough” Tristan shakes his head.

“You scored a model baby” Brad just nods as I look back at the TV holding in my tears, to be honest, it felt lonely now.

“Hey guys I’m sorry but I’m not feeling too well, im gonna go” I say as I stand up catching Brad’s eyes on mine.

“Oh okay, are you sure do you need anything” Zara asks.

“No, I’m alright, thank you though ill let you know when I’m home” Zara pulls me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry about her” She whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault” I smile softly and leave to my car trying to hold it till I got in my car but failed.

“Wait wait” Brad runs after me “Im sorry I should have said something to her I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, as long as you are happy that’s all that matters to me okay” I turn around to face him.

“No you didn’t deserve to be treated that way and I’m sorry” He walks closer to me.

“Please go back inside and enjoy the rest of the night, I just wanna get home I’m not feeling well and I just want to go to bed” I open my car door.

“Let me come with then, I know you hate being by yourself when you’re sick” He says.

“Brad please I will be okay” A tear slips as I quickly wipe it away.

“No I know you, when you’re sick the first person you go to has always been me, so I could just come with you and keep you company while you sleep” I hated that he was right, but he always dropped everything for me when I was sick.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to leave really” I sigh.

“Because of her right, I knew you were feeling fine” He asks with a grin.

“I mean yeah, did you hear how she spoke to me, I mean I can see why after I told her I wasn’t seeing anyone, that really fucking hurt Bradley” I cry.

“But you know it’s not true okay, anyway though I need to move I walked in on Zara and Tris last night and I never want to do that again, so since I know you hate living alone because it gets lonely, and I’m looking for a place to stay-”

“No” I shake my head as I cut him off before he finished his sentence.

“Why”

“Because I don’t wanna hear you fucking a new chick each week, and I don’t want to be bullied in my own house” I state.

“Is that really how you see me” He asks.

“You can’t blame me, you have a new girlfriend each week, Zara tells me” I sigh.

“So you keep tabs on me now do you, so moving in would be great you can keep tabs on every little thing I do” He laughs “I knew you had a crush on me just admit it love” He backs me into the car as my back hits my door.

“Go please, I know you don’t feel the same otherwise you would do something about it or you would stick up for me” I cry “You know what fine you’re right, I’m so in love with you and I’m terrified” I admit.

“Why are you terrified” He frowns.

“Because you would treat me like you treat them, use me till you’re bored and then toss me to the side and boom I’m a new name to add to your list” He stared deeply into my eyes not believing a single word I just said.

“I hate that, that is how you see me, love, I would drop everything for you, everything, I come over late at night just because you call and ask me to stay because you are paranoid or lonely, I look after you when you are sick, and I do stand up for you that’s why I ran out here after I told her to leave and that I want nothing to do with her, which I do not know why she hasn’t left yet, but you can go ask Zara and Tris and they will tell you what I did, id risk my whole life for you, so don’t tell me id throw you to the side like a number, because little do you know I fucking love you more than anything this world could offer me, ill always choose you, you are the reason they never work out because it’s you, you own me, I will always be yours” He cups my face in his hand.

“Bradley” I whisper.

“Shhh” He plants his lips on mine softly and the kiss tells me so much more than what he has told me, I knew he meant it “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m yours, that I would risk my life for you, okay, now please come back in” He asks.

“Can you whisper sweet things in my ear” I giggle.

“Of course, I can, also she doesn’t know what she’s talking about you’re perfect in every way possible, but love, can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night as an apology and a date” He asks as we walk back into the house as Sarah leaves.

“Wow you move on fast” I giggle “But yes you may”

“It’s about time you two finally opened your eyes, was gonna ring the hospital for laser eye surgery for the both of yous, especially you Bradley” Zara and Tristan laugh “Thanks, I think you calling me an idiot finally made me realise something” Brad laughs “Good, should have said it earlier Zar” Tristan plants a soft kiss on Zara’s cheek as we go back to the movie and I cuddle up to Brad till I fell asleep.

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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What do you think of Brad, I have seen tons of people hating on him. Do you agree with them?

I think Brad is an AMAZING, WONDERFUL, CARING, LOVING person. The way he cares for anyone is just amazing. I don't know how someone can hate on him. All I have to say is Bradley Will Simpson deserves the world. I DO NOT agree with the people who are hating on him.

#brad simpson #bradley simpson #bradley will simpson #vampettes sessions #the vamps band #the vamps brad #the vamps

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what brad simpson’s girlfriend would post of brad on Instagram stories.

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.

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

Words | 1.52k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

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“Why do you want to leave?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

Brad gets up and walks to the door.

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

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

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

***

“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.

***

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

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

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

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

“Is everything okay?” James asked.

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

“Yeah, why.”

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

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

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

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

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 1.

Words | 1.67k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where's y/n?” One of the fans said.

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

“Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah…”

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

“Kirstie told you?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“A couple of months.” I said.

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

“After the tour…” I said sadly.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

“What, why?” She asked.

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

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

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

“Where are you going?” Brad said.

“Back to the hotel room.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you leaving?” Brad said.

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

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

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

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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All TV's (active) blogs, attention please! 👀

(I'm too lazy to tag everyone so please feel free to answer, you know who you are lol)

Have anyone thought about a way to make this sort of community that someone said here? 👀 We've talked about creating group chat, but thats not an option here anymore. I, personally, want to remain anonymous so another app that it's not anon, it's not an option for me (sorry). And creating a thread on here is gonna be hectic, but i think that's an option to consider, what you guys say?

We can also choose like a ht to use for this community we want to create, and choose like a day/time to gossip (I think someone said that before), and then everyone can gossip with all the blogs, sending their asks and stuff (it does sound crazy now that i think about it😂) OR we can also do the time/day part but with one blog at the time, like one day it's one's blog turn, then another day is another blog, and so on.

Everyone can share their ideas btw 👀🫶🏽

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bradsbabe · 4 months

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THE BIG 250.

#51. Bradley Simpson.

A twink exhibitionist who's the lead singer of a band called The Vamps, whose wet dream are we living in?

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bradsbabe · 5 months

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All About Trust – BWS

Request: I do have a request with angst what about Brad not trusting y/n and thinking she wants him for something else and doesn’t actually love him? like he thinks she’s just like his other ex that just used him

Warning: Brad being mean, no happy ending

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It's been going on for three months. You go out on dates, kiss, make out, face time, have late-night talks... you do everything a couple is supposed to do, but you're not official. He hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend, and you haven't asked him either. A part of you is thinking he only wants you for sex, and every time you think about that, you feel pressure in your heart. You think he's not that type of guy, right?

Despite that, you don't give up on him just yet, you're hurting and you know you should be putting yourself first in everything, and you shouldn't chase after a guy who seems to not be interested in you, but there's a little voice in your head that's telling you to keep going.

And that explains why you're standing in front of the receptionist's desk waiting for her to do her thing. Brad told you he was having a late night at the studio with the band, and you thought you could do something nice for him and his friends, who you still have yet to meet by the way and bring them some delicious dinner.

You look around the empty lobby. The place was empty, with no people around other than you and the sleepy receptionist. “I think they left, they're not picking up the phone. I'm sorry, miss,” she says giving you a tired smile.

You fought the urge to pout. You could text him, yes, but that would ruin your surprise. Although if you don't want your special dinner to go to waste, you should either call or text him. Before you could grab your phone, the soft sound of the elevator arriving stopped you. You looked up and your eyes immediately caught those curls, plus three more different heads. Your face lights up when you saw him.

The four young boys exited the lift, talking about something you couldn't hear, tired but happy smiles on each of their faces. The tall, blonde boy was the first one to spot you, he didn't recognize you, but he figured you were friends with the receptionist so he smiled at you. Brad notices you next and stops in his tracks for a second.

“Hi,” you say waving at him, he gives you a smile with a big frown as he walks in your direction, his friends following him wondering who you were. The receptionist went a bit further away from her desk, allowing you to have some sort of privacy to speak.

“What are you doing here?” he asked straight up. His tone of voice was harsh, but you brush it off just this time, he was probably tired.

“I brought you guys dinner,” you say addressing his friends, whose names you still don't know, and pointing at the big bag you left on top of the desk, full of food containers. “When you told me you were having a late night here I thought I could make dinner for all of you,” you keep going, seeing he wasn't in the mood to talk... to you. “There's uh food for everyone, I hope it's en-”

“How did you know I was here? I never told you the name of the building,” he said and your smile weakened.

“I read the name at your place the other day, you were reading some documents,” you replied confused at his questioning. You were regretting coming. You still don't know why he was being this rude to you, you were just doing something nice for him and his friends, the least he could do is appreciate the gesture.

“Thanks, but we already have plans of going somewhere to eat,” and those words were enough for you to lose that happiness you were feeling earlier, that excitement you had in every bone of your body, eager to see him again after a few days of being away.

“Mate, maybe we should-” the same blonde guy as before tried to interfere in the conversation, noticing the way your eyes became teary.

“It's okay, I- uh, I should go,” you pick up your keys from the desk. “Have a good night,” you whispered, voice broken. You ran out, quickly unlocking your car, and as soon as you were inside you broke down.

Brad looked at the bag you left, regret building up in his body the moment you walked out the door. His friends were shocked, surprised even that he was that rude to someone, because yes, they might not even know you, but they figured you knew Brad and you were being so nice, cooking whatever food you cooked, driving it so late, almost midnight, to them, to him, and he didn't even say thank you properly.

“Mate, what the hell was that?” Tristan started. “Why did you disregard her gesture like that? I mean, we were going out but she was here already with the food,”

“The least you could've done was thank her, nicely. Besides it's midnight already, mate, she did us a huge favor by simply driving here at this time,” James continued.

Brad said nothing, he went back to the lift and touched the studio's floor bottom. He was now upset with himself, no longer hungry. The three boys rolled their eyes, and Tristan grabbed the somewhat heavy bag, smiled at the receptionist and all of them went back to the studio.

As soon as they found their seats, they started to eat the food, you even brought them tea bags and hot water. Brad didn't eat, his mind was running a mile per hour, all he could think of is you, your pouty lips, and your teary eyes. He wanted so badly to run after you, but he couldn't, not if he wanted to protect his heart.

“So... are you gonna tell us who she is?” Connor asked taking a seat next to him on the couch. “And why didn't you tell us you were dating someone?”

“We're not... dating,” he cringed at the word. He knew you were both past that state, it was long overdue.

“Aha, sure. You expect us to believe that?” Tristan asked making himself a cup of tea. “Mate, seriously?”

“We're not dating,” he repeated. “We're just seeing each other, that's it. Nothing is going on,” he lied. And man did it hurt him to say that.

“Again, you expect us to believe that?” James said this time. “Someone who you're just seeing as you say won't do this, man,”

“Her food is delicious by the way. You should see her more often,” Connor say and Brad groaned throwing his head back.

“Shut up,” he mumbled closing his eyes. Your teary eyes and your hurt expression flashed by.

“Brad, you know you're allowed to feel something, you know, love someone else,”

“I don't love her,” he shot back, lying once again. “I don't even trust her, there's just something there. She's way too nice,” he stared at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face. “She's way too nice and it's off, I don't know,” he mumbled.

“Maybe that's just the way she is. I didn't even see a hint of evilness in her downstairs,” James spoke. “Did you even allow yourself to get to know her? Because it all seems you didn't, and I feel like you're just not hurting yourself by thinking and saying that, you're also hurting her,”

“Did you see the look in her eyes when you told her to fuck off?” Connor continued. Brad was silent listening to his friend's scolding. “Mate, she's not her. If you want to fully move on, and heal, you gotta stop thinking that every girl you meet wants to use you,”

~•~

It was a little bit past eight when you woke up. Well, you were woken up by the sound of your ring bell echoing through your apartment. You threw the blankets out of your body, groaning, and with a pounding headache, you walked to your front door, and open it without looking or asking who was first.

Your eyes opened, red and puffy due to your late-night cry session, surprised to see him. You closed your door a bit, standing in between the door and your wall, one hand on the doorknob and the other on the wall, ready to tell him to leave.

“What do you want?” you asked, voice raspy.

“Hi, uh, these are for you,” he handed you a small bucket of flowers. You didn't even react, nor did you move a finger. “I brought breakfast,” he tried again, and you stepped back, slamming the door shut against his face. He winced in his spot. “Fuck,” he mumbled. You leaned your forehead on the door, and closed your eyes, already feeling the tears coming, again. “I-I just wanted to say I'm sorry,” you heard him say. “I was being a dick to you, and you didn't deserve any of that. I know it's not an excuse but uh I've been hurt in the past, used, and I don't trust that easily on someone who comes close to me in a romantic way,” he said, he knew you were listening. He just hoped you would open the door and allow him to say all of this face-to-face. “And you, fuck, love, you've become so damn close to me that I'm scared,” you let out a shaky breath, one that he heard perfectly. “I'm scared this is just the beginning and that after a few months, you'll show your real self, and leave me. I know you're not gonna do that, you're way too good, so nice, caring, and, and-” he looked to his hands holding the flowers and the bag of breakfast. “Please, forgive me? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for not doing things the right way, for being an asshole to you, for not appreciating your time, your kindness, you,” he was crying by now, so close to getting on his knees. “Open your door and let's talk. Love, please. I love you,” he softly knocked. “Love, please, I'm sorry, let's start over. Please,” he begged. “Please,”

Then he heard a tiny click, and he looked up, waiting for the door to open, but it didn't happen, he then realized you had locked it up. You won't come out, you won't see him, you won't talk to him. His lips quivered, tears already falling down his eyes, he sat on the floor, back against your door, he brought his knees to his chest, leaving the flowers and bag aside, and he cried.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry,” he whispered to himself as if you were hearing him, but he knew you were long gone. You were beyond long, out of his life.

This time not only did he hurt himself by pushing away the only good woman he ever had, but he also hurt you tremendously badly. Now he had to force himself to let you go because God only knows if you'll ever see him again.

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