#brad simpson one shot
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𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary | from the beginning, everything had been sunshine and rainbows, but now, all hangs on the line. after you and brad get into a heated argument and all is about to break, brad begs for your forgiveness.
pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader
warning | swearing, kissing, angst, fluff, mature themes, arguing
The room was tense, the air practically crackling with the charged energy of an argument that had escalated far beyond its original point. You and Brad had found yourselves in a heated dispute, your voices raised and words like arrows striking their mark. The once warm and cosy temperature of your shared apartment now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the remnants of your heated exchange.
The catalyst for the argument was a date that should been etched into Brad's memory: your birthday. Yet, he had forgotten, and the disappointment that washed over you was palpable, turning the day into an emotional battlefield.
"I can't believe you forgot, Brad!" Your voice quivered with a mix of sadness and anger, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I know, and I'm truly sorry," Brad's voice carried a weight of remorse, his expression a reflection of his regret. "It was thoughtless of me."
The argument had spiraled from there, unraveling years of shared memories, trust, and affection. The wounds you both inadvertently tore open during the heat of the dispute ran deep, leaving your relationship hanging in the balance.
Silence descended upon the room, both of you catching your breath, emotions still raw from the intensity of the argument. Brad's initial defensiveness had given way to genuine regret as he gazed at your tear-streaked face, the pain he had caused etched into your features.
"I never meant to hurt you like this," Brad's voice was laced with sadness and self-reproach, his own heartache evident in his eyes. "I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am."
You blinked, anger beginning to dissipate as you took in the depth of Brad's remorse. "Why didn't you just tell me if you were preoccupied? We could have made other plans together?"
Brad's shoulders slumped, and he took a cautious step forward, his gaze fixed on your eyes as he reached out, his fingers hovering in the space between you. "I should have communicated better. I let my own negligence overshadow how much you mean to me."
Your expression softened as you listened to Brad's confession. You could see his genuine remorse, a mirror to his own regrets and vulnerabilities.
"I wanted your birthday to be special, and I ended up ruining it," Brad continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I love you more than words could say, Y/N, and I can't imagine my life without you."
Tears welled up in your eyes again, your emotions in turmoil. Taking a tentative step forward, you closed the distance, and Brad enveloped you in a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the weight of your own mistakes heavy on your conscience.
You held each other in silence, the weight of the argument and the pain gradually giving way to the warmth of your shared embrace. When you finally pulled apart, Brad cupped your tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes brimming with sincerity.
"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Brad's voice was a plea, his vulnerability laid bare.
You gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there, the same love that had woven your lives together. With a shaky breath, you nodded.
"I forgive you, Brad."
Relief washed over Brad's features, and he pulled you into another tight hug, as if afraid to let you go.
From that moment on, you both vowed to communicate better, to treasure each other's emotions and cherish the time you had together. Your love proved unbreakable, even in the face of the darkest moments. As you both worked through your issues, your relationship emerged stronger, a vow to the power of forgiveness and the resilience of two hearts intertwined.
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heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔
| Based on this request: hiii, do you take requests? if so, could you do an angst imagine where Brad is going thru a tough time/breakup and the band mates help him out? |
They met in december. Brad could still remember the first time it snowed that year because that same day he met her. In that very moment it had felt as if time had stop, he swore he could see the snowflakes falling in slow motion, glistening as they fell into the ground, almost as bright as her smile.
Every time they’d go out together, Brad would immediately reach for her hand. He didn’t have to look at it, he knew exactly the position of her fingers and how to intertwine them with his. If the air was too cold, he would gladly take his jacket off and put it around her shoulders; sometimes he secretly wished she would forget hers, just so he could give it his, let his arms be his blanket and let the world know she had someone. With time, forgotten clothes started to appear scattered around his flat, only for him to put them in an empty drawer that then became hers. Sometimes it wasn’t just clothes, sometimes it was an earring resting on her pillow, a scrunchie forgotten in the bathroom, the smell of her perfume in his sheets.
Brad could still picture every moment with her like it was a movie, he often found himself replaying memories in his head as if they were episodes of a tragic love story. It made no sense that he had burned and deleted all of their pictures together and even blocked her on social media, because their love was inked to his skin. Their relationship was built upon small, meaningful moments… she was home to Brad, but Brad wasn’t home to her.
Brad remembered the first time he met her parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something planned, they met them on one of their dates by accidentally running into them. She had introduced Brad as a friend although they were way past that state. Still, he said nothing and thought she had her reasons, maybe her parents were difficult, maybe she wanted to introduce him at a better time like a family gathering… he should’ve known. He should’ve known since the moment he said “i love you” and she never said it back, instead, she started a brand new conversation about weather. He had been foolish, he had been blinded by love and was too busy falling for her to see that he was the only one falling.
He had already pictured a future with her. They would host Christmas for their family and friends, full of peppermint-flavored kisses and presents, romantic dates on Valentines, picnics in the middle of flowers blooming, sweaty summers by the beach, matching outfits for Halloween… they never made it that far.
It was heartbreak after heartbreak for him during that relationship: “sorry I can’t meet your parents, I just think we should wait until the right moment”, “no, I can’t go out with you and your friends tonight, I have so much work to do”, “I’m so sorry I missed your concert, I know it was important to you and trust me, I hate myself for missing it but things got messy at work and they wouldn’t let me leave… you don’t want me getting fired, right?”, “I promise i’ll make it up to you”, “I swear it’s the last time that this happens”, “I’m sorry babe, please understand that it was out of my hands”, “Please believe me, I swear it won’t happen again”… There’s only so much pain a heart can take and Brad’s had been strong for so long, it was bound to happen: the breakup.
The blind fell to the floor on his birthday, when she didn’t show up. Just as many times before, she promised she’d be there on time, and he believed her, of course. Even he knew, deep in his heart, he was gonna be let down again, he decided to trust her; another mistake added to the already long list. Even in a room full of people who loved him, Brad felt miserable. How come everyone but her was there to celebrate him?
He wondered what he had done wrong to deserve that, maybe it was karma, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend, maybe it was a lesson he had to learn. It didn’t mattered why anymore, she didn’t love him and the only way to get through it was to blur everything out by getting wasted with his best mates, the ones that did show up, the ones that did care for him.
A week after his birthday, the call came.
“Hey, I think we need to talk” she said. The sentence every lover fears the most. The sentence that ends it all. Her voice sounded distant, like it was muffled. Hearing her break his heart for the millionth time would destroy him, he need to protect himself, so he tried to dissociate as much as he could from the conversation.
“About what?” He asked, trying to play it cool. He already knew, he knew exactly how it was going to go, he knew how she would try to act like she cared, like it was a difficult decision to make but after all it was the right choice.
“Can I see you? I’ll drop by your place.” He didn’t want to see her ever again, it would only make things worse for him, it would make him feel guilty when he didn’t have any reason to feel that way. It was true, but it was also true that he did want to see her, he wanted to see her everyday for the rest of his life, he wanted to see her when he woke up and when he went to sleep, he wanted to see her smiling and wanted to see her crying. Brad wanted to see her young face and then also her face after time had aged it. He wanted her, forever.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it” Was the first thing she said when he opened the door. Brad stood still and quiet and watched her face filling with something that seemed like regret.
“Did you even try to go?” He asked after a while. His voice was calm, he tried to appear neutral and unbothered but his eyes gave him away. There was no hiding the sadness and disappointment in them.
Her dropping her head to the floor was enough answer for him. She didn’t. And he knew that, still, it didn’t make it easier.
“I honestly don’t know what to say to you. I don’t even know why you’re here. It’s so obvious that you never cared and that you don’t feel the same way, so why bother? Don’t you have better things to do?” He still kept calm but could feel his insides shattering with every second that passed.
“Stop being so dramatic, Brad. I had a really shitty week and came here to apologize.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, sorry for bothering you and interrupting your apology, I have no right to be mad at you.” He could feel himself running out of patience.
“Oh god” She whined. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here, it’s impossible to talk to you when you’re like this…”
“You’re right, it was a bad idea for you to come here, you should go.” Brad said.
“I’m trying to tell you something, you asshole” She started raising her voice.
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick and tired of you, of always waiting for you just so you never show up, of keeping up with your bad moods and hurtful words, of always giving and receiving nothing back, I-“
“I’m sorry! I really am! I’m trying my best to be enough for you. I just want to be with you.” Her voice sounded high pitched, like she was about to cry but her eyes were dry.
“Cut the bullshit and don’t go wasting my time. Don’t waste yours. I see through your lies, I just pretended I didn’t because I loved you and wanted to believe you, but we can stop now.” The calmness in Brad faded away and was replaced by anger.
For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.
“I love you.” That was a stab that stroke to kill. It fueled him with rage and suddenly he wanted to stab her back, to hurt her as much as she did to him, but how could you hurt someone that simply doesn’t care?
Months ago, those three little words were all he wanted to hear. It’s funny how words mean nothing when they’re a little too late.
“Goodbye, y/n.”
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A week and a half was the longest he could keep the break up a secret from his band mates, they noticed his eyes had lost its sparkle and the bags under them.
“How you holding up mate?” James was the first one to ask. James already knew the answer to that question but felt like Brad could use the talking… that would’ve worked if Brad was communicative about his pain.
“I’m fine, actually.” Brad answered. The first days were rough for him but he had already managed to keep his feelings bottled up, regretting it and beating himself up would be of no use and besides, why would he keep being sad and mad about a relationship that was already dead? It was better to just move on and keep going on with his life, after all, the world wasn’t going to stop and nothing would change just because she didn’t love him.
“You know it’s okay to talk about your feelings, right? There’s no shame here.” James reassured him.
“Yeah, you can talk to us about anything.” Tristan intervened.
“There’s nothing to talk about. She never cared about me, why would I care about her?” Brad said, it sounded way more harsh that he intended to.
There was nothing his band mates could say that would make him feel better, that would at least ease the grieving. Memories stung him, it was like a disease with no cure and time was only a cruel reminder of a love that had maimed him.
“Yeah, mate. Fuck her. You can have any girl that you want, we should go out tonight.” Connor said. James wanted to kill him.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go out! You’ll forget about her in no time” Tristan chirped in.
“I think it’s a good idea to distract yourself but I also think you should talk about your feelings with someone and not just go and fuck the first woman you find.” James intervened, afraid of how the others would take his words.
“Oh shut up, James. What Brad needs right now is a night out to get wasted and meet a pretty face.” Tristan said with a laugh.
“Hey! Let’s go to Ibizaaaaaaa!” Connor screamed.
Brad stopped listening to his friends plans after that. He loved them, he really did, but none of them had the answers for mending his broken heart.
“Hey, uh, what if we try writing something?” Brad said after a while. Tristan and Connor stopped talking and turned their heads to him.
“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.
“I mean… sure, if that’s going to help you.” Tristan said and gave him a pat in his back.
“It’s a great idea! I’ll bring the guitar.” James said, seeing it as an opportunity for Brad to open up.
Brad had handwritten notes he found deep in his drawer right in his pocket: words of love that he had thought of turning into a song, into an album even… maybe those would now turn into an angry song or a sad one, or maybe into nothing. That was the magic of songwriting. After all, music and his friends had always been his therapy.
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hi! is it okay to ask for a brad imagine where him n reader are good friends and secretly like each other, and one cute thing ab their friendship is reader jus randomly repeats brad’s sentences/words with a british accent whether he asks her smth or he just speaks his mind? surprisingly he doesn’t find it annoying but rlly cute and he jus lovingly stares at her 🥺
A loving Christmas | Brad Simpson
Word count: +/- 1.5k
Date: 25/12/2022
Proofread: yes, grammar and spelling mistakes can still be there
Warnings: none
Tags: Bradley Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, fanfiction, one shot, fluff, xreader, request
A/N: Surprise! I gave it a little Christmassy touch to give you all a little present. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :))💛
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Snow is falling as your father drives through the streets of Birmingham. The houses are decorated with Christmas lights, giving the streets a cozy look. The snow even adds a little magic to it.
You're on your way to the Simpson's house to celebrate Christmas eve. Derek is a very good friend of your father as they both work at the golf course. They even went to school together when they were kids. But it's only since a certain event that they got really close. 10 years ago when you were 15 years old, your mom got into a car accident. When she had a green light, another car from another direction crashed into her. The car from your mother crashed into a building. She survived but was in a coma for three months. The Simpsons took you in as you were a minor and still had to go to school and your father was almost always at the hospital by your mother's side. They also took your father in because he was heartbroken and thought your mother was never going to get out of this. Because of these events, your family feels like family to them and since that year you all celebrate Christmas eve together.
Your dad drives up the driveway of the Simpson's house. As you and your mother get out, your father is already taking the presents out of the back of the car. "Dad, I'll help you", you say to him and you take some of the presents over from him. Your mom is already by the door as she smiles at you two. "My two favorite Christmas elves", she says and your dad jokingly rolls his eyes. Your mom rings the doorbell and a few seconds later Brad opens the door. "Brad!", you scream. "Y/n!!", he screams back and you fall in each other's arms for a big hug. You haven't seen Brad in months because he was on tour with The Vamps. You've missed him a lot as you two are such close friends.
Brad lets all of you in and gives your mom and dad also a hug. “Mom, they are here”, Brad shouts as he takes the jackets and hangs them in a closet. Anne-Marie, Brad’s mom, and Derek appear in the doorway. “It’s so good to see you all”, she says and hugs your mother first. “It’s been way too long”, your mom says and hugs her even tighter. Your dad is already talking to Derek. “y/n sweetheart, I’m so glad to see you”, Anne Marie says and also gives you a tight hug. “Since Brad is back from tour all he is talking about is seeing you again”, she whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at that, you’ve been missing him a lot too.
Once everyone is done greeting each other, Anne Marie leads you to the living room. When you enter the room Jack jumps off the couch and runs over to you. He jumps up at you and you try to pet him but he is too wild from all the enthusiasm. “He loves you a lot”, Brad says. “Of course he does, he loves me more than you”, you say jokingly. Brad sticks his tongue out in response and you do the same, making him laugh.
“So how was tour?”, you ask Brad as you sit down on the couch. “It was so fucking amazing, it felt like ages ago since we were on a stage and the crowds were amazing”. “I’m glad it was ‘fucking amazing’”, you say and you repeat the words in Brad’s typical Birmingham accent. You always do this, not to make fun of him or his accent but because you love his accent so much. Most times you fail in copying his accent as you’re not from Birmingham. Brad tells you all about tour, he tells you about every show. For a second you even forget that your families are also in the same room.
Not much later Anne-Marie says that everyone has to move to the dining table as she is going to start with the food. You’re sitting next to Natalie, Brad’s sister, and Brad is sitting in front of you. Like the child he sometimes is he is kicking your leg with his foot. “You sure you’re an adult?”, you ask him jokingly. “I’m older than you”. “I’m older than you”, you repeat in his accent, making him laugh.
Like always Anne-Marie’s food is delicious. That’s one of the things you missed when you moved back home when your mom was better. Since then she is like a second mother to you. You love it to be here, especially because your best friend also lives here. When you lived here, you and Brad became close. He was always there to comfort you when you were sad or when you were struggling. He felt like a brother to you. He is also just a few years older than you. Through the years you became closer and closer but he doesn’t feel like a brother anymore. He feels like your soulmate, like someone who is always going to be by your side.
After everyone is done eating you and Brad go to his room. It’s 10PM which means it’s still two hours until it’s time to open the presents. “It’s like you still live here”, you notice when you enter his room. Everything is still the same as before he moved to his own house. “I left most of my stuff here and my parents want to keep it like this. They still want me to feel at home when I’m here”, Brad explains. “They are still having it difficult with that you left I think” “It’s better than in the beginninb,but yeah, it was not easy for them as we're so close as a family”.
You sit on the bed and Brad sits next to you. “I’ve been thinking about buying or renting my own apartment too, I’ve worked a lot the past 2 years after uni and I think it’s time”. “You go girl”, Brad says and bumps his shoulder with his. You have to smile at him, his eyes are shinier than normal which means he is truly happy. You lay down on the bed, facing the ceiling. “Do you remember 10 years ago when you were here that we would always talk about the future and how it would look?”. “Do you remember?”, you repeat him and look at him, “Of course I do, I was going to live in a villa in Los Angeles as I was going to be married to Dylan O’Brien”. Brad can’t help but laugh hysterically. “I remember you saying that, you were sooo in love with him because of that tv show, how is it called again, Teen Wolf”. “Shut up”, you laugh. You take a pillow and smash it in his face.
Brad lays down now too. He stares into your eyes and a smile is forming on his lips. “You look beautiful tonight”. “You look beautiful tonight”, you repeat him. “Why do you always repeat me?”, he asks genuinely. “I like your accent, I’ve always done that”, you say honestly. Brad doesn’t answer, he just stares at you. “What?”, you ask him. “I think it’s cute”, he tells you. You feel your cheeks heating up and you look away from him out of embarrassment. “Don’t be shy now”, he says and diverts your head back to his with his finger on your chin. “What would I do without you, Brad?”. “What would I do without you Brad?”, Brad repeats you now. You push his arm with your hand “What? Now I can’t do the same?”. “No, you can but my accent sucks”. “No, I like it, I like your voice”. “Please that’s cringe”. “So you can give me compliments but I can’t give you them?”, Brad pretends to be offended. “You can but saying you like my voice just sounded a little bit too much”, you say. “What compliments does the lady here like then?”. “I liked it when you called me beautiful”, you say while looking at your own hands. Brad takes your hand in his. “I can say it more if you want to because it’s the truth”. Now you’re looking at him again. His look is so soft and loving. Your eyes divert from his eyes to his lips and he does the same. Slowly Brad is closing the gap between you two. You can feel his breath and you notice he is breathing more erratically, meaning that he is nervous. You feel his lips touching yours slightly. Your heart is beating fast as if it’s going to explode.
“Sweethearts, it’s present time!”, you hear your mother scream from downstairs. As fast as you can you back off again. Without looking at Brad again, you stand up from the bed and you leave the room. “Yes mom, we’re coming down”.
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(I hope y'all don't hate me too much for the end)
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until i found you💌
back in the old times of love; drive-in movies, picnic brunch, slow dancing, handwritten letters, love songs, and the two of us <33
a/n: new theme for 2023! being single for a long time has made me confess my hopless romantic wants and wishes into these writings. soo hopefully y'all will enjoy reading these! At the moment, I will be writing for Bradley Simpson, Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris. In case i feel like writing for anyone else, will be updated here.
happy reading <33
love.jpg - LN
life in film - LN
you are in love - CL
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Another You
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Brad put his hand on her knee once more to stop her from the insistent habit. It was understandable how nervous she felt, but the longevity of her behaviour surprised the band. Yes, the song was one of the most personal they have written together, and yes, it was nerve wracking. But the ball of stress didn’t leave her chest since the first time they decided that it would be best to include her in the performance. It wasn’t even a big performance anyway, just a cosy party with fellow industry people and an acoustic little performance. It was a piece of cake, just to have fun.
Breath in, and then slowly out. She repeated to herself a couple of times, willing his non-existing lunch to go down. God, wasn’t she furious with herself, felt betrayed most of all. It was just a stupid performance, but she was still thinking about the person she wrote the song to. About how he would feel after hearing the lyrics, if he ever did obviously. Would he feel sad, like a blade was piercing through his heart, like how she felt every time she saw him with another? The tears starting to cloud her sight was the last thing she needed at the moment, so she looked up and tried to shoo the unpleasant thoughts away alongside the tears. Standing up and evening out the edges of her skirt she marched out of the room with confident steps. It was enough time she wasted on feeling sorry for everything. Now it was showtime.
She walked over to the small table that held cocktails and fetched herself the brightest one with the umbrella, it was going to be a great night. The big room wasn’t much, a classic penthouse if you will, with a small area in the farther middle with some mic stands and enough space to fit a small-portioned band. Very cosy and cute if you asked her. Even though singing in front of everyone made her nauseated from the start, even though she had to agree that the feeling mostly went away, she got used to it with time. And the boys really helped, they have known each other for roughly three years. The first meeting happened again in one of the industry parties she attended with 5sos, luckily there was another boy band that consisted of goofy youngsters, if you may excuse her French. It was safe to say they hit it off from the start, especially her and Brad. They never cut ties after that night, having exchanged numbers already.
Brad was a constant thing in her life. Even though it was hard to keep updated of each other’s life every day, they did a splendid job at never making it too long, whether it was just a simple ‘everything good?’ or just some stupid joke they thought was the funniest thing they heard. Everything became easy after that and suddenly Brad was her comfort person. There were some things she wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about if it wasn’t with him, and vice versa. Which brought them here, about to perform one of the most sentimental and heart-felt songs they have ever written, together or individually.
Another you, was written after both of their monumental break ups, when she decided to stay in England for a few weeks to catch up and to mend her broken heart if she can. Then the song was born. It was a piano ballad, it was sad, but it was also hopeful in the way it promised them a start. It helped them get their head straight again, gave them a place to hold on to, a place to carry them forward. The alternative was to drown in their heartbreak and cry themselves to numbness with a bottle of wine, which really lost its appeal after a week of doing exactly that. So, one night, when they were basically having a battle on ‘who can talk more shit about the other’s ex’ they looked at each other and decided to stop feeling like that. They wasted enough time dwelling on them, but now was the time they understood the craziness of the situation. No one is irreplaceable. So, if it was not meant to be, there will always be someone else. (Or not obviously, she was all for being independent, but that is not the point now.)
Walking back to the boys with a new-found confidence in her steps was something she would be proud of later in the evening, alone. A soft smile placed itself on her face at the sight of her friends, warming their voices up while messing around. It was always astonishing to see bands that got on so well, their dynamics, their friendship and all the other bonuses. No one can deny the appeal of a band like One Direction but something about friends from the start really played with the strings of her heart. The lightning inside the room had a golden dim to it, just enough to give it the necessary luxurious vibe with the sincereness still intact.
“Do you know when we’ll be on?”
She asked, to no one in particular. “Probably in about half an hour.” Replied Tristan, while threading his fingers through his hair. Nice, she thought, enough to get mentally ready, but not enough to drive you mad. She gently sat on the small place next to Brad who was playing some specific chords and singing along. She joined him and reached out to the piano a little farther in front of her. Singing something she wrote always brought calmness and happiness to her, Making her feel extremely proud and causing her to disassociate from the real world. Her voice combined with Brad’s calm voice soothed her. Couple of other songs, some warm-up sessions later they started to move over to the little stage. Some with their instruments and the others with a couple of water bottles in hand. It was true that she was only going to be in one song, but the boys will be there for a small set of about four songs. She did a couple more of those breathing exercises to decrease her heartbeat.
Brad was seated on the piano, next to him was her on a stool with a microphone in front of her. She arranged the mic stand to her height while others either checked their instruments one more time or took a sip of their water, she raised her head and caught Brad eying her with a giddy tinkle in his eyes. He raised a brow, asking if she was ready and smiled wildly when she replied with a small nod of her head.
He cleared his throat and leaned into the mic that was attached to the piano in a charming, his hands sitting on top of his thighs. “Good evening, everyone.” He greeted everyone first.
“I am Brad, and we are The Vamps, plus one. This is our dear friend Leighton. She is going to be singing our first song with us. The song is called Another You, Leighton and I wrote it a while back and felt like it was time we introduced it to the rest of you, the song is very dear to our hearts and…. Hope you enjoy it.”
He faced her one more time to assure, and then started the song after a countdown. The first line of the song burned a hole in her chest, the desperation in the first verse was just as touching every time she listened to Brad sing them. She was amazed by the way Brad put these together in mostly freestyle. They were so heartfelt that it felt wrong to share with the world, the exposure was real in this one.
“Am I to blame?
Is "leave me lonely" written on my face?
Did I try too hard to make you stay?
Guess I let my hopes get high again.”
She easily found herself closing her eyes and losing the feel of anything other than the lyrics. The possibility of Calum seeing this was high, but she didn’t care at the moment. She just wanted to express that she moved on too. That she didn’t care that much either, that it was time she got him out of her heart too. Because it was unfair, in her opinion, how he got to move on as fast as he did, leaving no choice for her but to suck it up and do the same. She was almost sure he was pretending but the knowledge didn’t make it hurt less unfortunately.
“It took some time
For me to figure out that I'll be fine
Without you there to keep me warm at night
I guess you never were my ride-or-die”
She knew the part that would hurt the most was her dig to their tattoos, but she just simply couldn’t help herself. It felt like the heaviness behind them was something to get over. They were not a ride or die, maybe in the past, but not now. So, she wanted to make that clear, and hit it low. Feeling the tears pooling in her eyes once more while singing her verse, she forced her voice to get affected by the personal emotions.
The song seemed to end too quickly once it started and she was almost startled back to reality with the sound of light claps. While a genuine smile appeared on her face she thanked them quietly and gave Brad a quick hug, wishing him good luck on the rest of their performance alongside the boys. She walked away slowly from the stage, trying to find a decent enough seat to sit.
‘That went well’ she said to herself once seated comfortably, with a new bottle of water she fetched on the way. Her heartbeat slowly turned back to its normal pace since she was out of the spotlight now. And even if the word gets out and finds him, well then… It is what it is.
#the vamps#bradley simpson#brad#calum hood#calum hood imagine#songwriting#fan fiction#calum is so subtle you might miss it#5sos#5 seconds of summer#calum imagine#calum hood blurb#calum hood one shot
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Multi-Part Stories
Endings and Beginnings Part 2 - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
CW: Pregnancy, Labor and Delivery (Part 2)
Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.
COMPLETED
The Ironies of Life Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Fem!OC (Naomi)
CW: (Unplanned) Pregnancy, Exes, Angst, Mentions of Vomit
Summary: A few weeks after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend because he wouldn't commit to marriage and kids, Naomi finds out that she's pregnant with his baby.
COMPLETED
One Captain's Daughter Part 2 Part 3 - Fem!OC (Amara Mitchell-Blackwood)
CW: Forbidden Relationship, Exes to Lovers
Summary: Amara Blackwood-Mitchell arrives in Miramar for her next assignment. And she can't stop running into familiar faces along the way.
DISCONTINUED
The Benjamin Effect Part 2 - Fem!OC (Kate Benjamin-Mitchell)
CW: Daddy Issues, (Very Much Adult) Age Gap Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Rivals to Lovers
Summary: With Maverick and Penny's wedding drawing closer, Rooster is called upon to convince Maverick and Penny's first daughter, Kate, to come around to the idea. Of course, Rooster and Kate have their own history to work through and Kate is definitely not going to make it easy for him.
PART 3 COMING SOON
The Boss [*] Part 2 [*] - Fem!Reader
CW: Bodyguard AU; Power Imbalance; Implied Age Gap (Still VERY MUCH Legal); Stabbing; Death Threats; Referenced Nudity/Showers; Light Angst; Reader is a Bit of a Brat
Summary: You and your bodyguard, Rooster, are at odds when he tries to keep you locked in the safe house.
COMPLETED
If You Met Me First Part 2 - Warrant Officer!Fem!Reader (Echo)
CW: 'In Love with Someone Already in a Relationship' Trope; Bar Fight; Not Healthy Relationship Dynamics; Jealousy
Summary: Rooster confessed to Echo that he was in love with her before the mission. One minor problem: she has a boyfriend.
COMPLETED
The Love of a Princess Part 2 - Simpson!OC (Princess Alexandra)
CW: Royal AU; Set in 1920s/1930s; Bodyguard AU; Implied Very Much Legal Age Gap; Sexism; Angst; War and Politics; Eventual Non-Descript and/or Implied Sexual Content
Summary: When Princess Alexandra is sent to the countryside to allow her father, King Beau, to deal with pressing state issues, she views it as a banishment. But with Lieutenant Bradshaw of the Royal Navy accompanying her, perhaps she can finally find the freedom she's been searching for her whole life.
DISCONTINUED
Three Generations Universe (Dad!Brad)
Dad! and Husband!Rooster. Wife!Reader is not name nor is she physically described. OC!Bradshaw son is named Kai with the 'callsign' Duckie. Limited physical description (i.e. 'he has his dad's smile') but nothing that would indicate race/ethnicity
CW: (Referenced) Biological Child (Kai), I don't think there's anything major, but this will be updated as extra segments are uploaded
COMPLETED SERIES
Three Generations
Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission
A Day with Duckie
Summary: Maverick takes Kai to the zoo for the day and finds out why Rooster was so insistent upon needing a babysitter.
One Shots
Wedding Day - Fem!Reader
CW: Mentions of Pregnancy
Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.
First Word - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
Summary: You and Rooster make a bet about your daughter's first word.
First Time Father - Gen Fic
CW: Hospital Visits, Light Angst
Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.
Don't Go to Bed Angry - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
CW: Arguments; Martial Strife; Storming Off; Some Angst
Summary: You and Rooster have an argument and he storms off.
Grand-Mav and Baby Chick - Gen Fic
CW: Parental Stress; Implied IceMav
Summary: Rooster needs a babysitter for his son last minute. Maverick volunteers.
Lost in History - Kazansky!OC (Delilah)
CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Does Not Actually Occur, But is Discussed); Fighting (Verbal and Briefly Physical); Angst; Serious Misunderstandings (You'll See); Anger/Rage; Crying
Summary: Rooster finds his girlfriend and Hangman having dinner one night in Hangman's house. He reacts accordingly.
Bumping Beach Bikini - Wife!Reader
CW: Pregnancy
Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.
Honey, I'm Home - Wife!Reader
CW: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually
Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.
Merry Ex-Mas - Naval Officer!Reader
CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Not Between Reader and Rooster); Implied Sexual Content/Suggestive Content
Summary: After surprising your boyfriend doesn’t go as planned, you spend Christmas with Rooster.
What if I Never Get Over You? - Naval Aviator!Reader (Callsign: Nova)
CW: Exes To Lovers; Jealousy; Somewhat Toxic Relationships; Implied Sexual Content
Summary: Rooster and Nova broke up a few months ago. With the Dagger Squad party looming, can they prove that they're over each other?
Target Acquired - Female!Reader
Summary: Amelia gets her first period while Rooster is left in charge of her. He is forced to ask for help from the first woman he sees, which just so happens to be you.
Life's Too Short - GN!Reader
CW: Toxic Work Environment; Angst
Summary: Your life has been completely taken over by your toxic job. Rooster gives you the support you need to leave it behind.
#tgm masterlist#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw x oc#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#top gun masterlist#tgm#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick#top gun#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw#rooster top gun#rooster bradshaw#rooster#k’s masterlist
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The Protocol
Brad Simpson x Reader
Summary: Is there a protocol to fix a broken heart?
Notes: Severely based on The Vamps's song, Protocol. This is my first shot at writing second POV and my first little writing sitch after a long period of time. This will most likely be divided into three parts. This part in particular is quite short though. Will probably get longer in the next two parts. Hope you like it :)
The Goodnight
The patter of rain brims the silence of the house. Silence is a rarity in the four walls that house a river of music. It is always of sound; a melodious arrangement of notes drawn together by a guitar or crumbs of error keys in the piano. Everything could be listened, never was it quiet.
That night, as the downpour turned into a hushed simmer, you found yourself asking, “Are we okay?”
Brad looks up from his phone, one he has been doing more often than he has said he loves you. “What?”
You walk around the island, turning off the turntable that played your favorite, Etta James.
“Darling, I was listening to that” he protests.
“Answer me first” you say,
You made your way to him, sitting on the chair opposite him. You looked him in the eyes, his brown hazels pooled with confusion.
“Please be honest with me, Brad”
He scrunches his face. “I’m always honest with you, love”
“Then tell me,” you breathe, “are we okay?”
Brad rests his elbows on his knees, leaning on to you. “What makes you think we aren’t?”
You take a shaky breath. He sees your struggle, mildly aware of what could come out of your mouth next. Yet, he chooses not to say anything.
You say the words in a broken whisper, ”Because everything sounds awful to me”
Brad’s head tilts. “What are you talking about, love? What sounds awful?”
You fight the tear that threatens to descend from your eye. You can’t show him the pain he has caused you. Not yet.
“Remember when we first got together, you asked me what happiness sounded like?”
Brad nods. He says, “You told me it’s a melody you’ll never get tired of”
You smile sadly. “That’s right. I love listening to it. Do you?”
He cracks a half grin. “It’s always within me, love. I can’t exactly escape it” he adds, “Not that I ever want to”
“So you hear it everyday? And you’re not sick of it?”
He chuckles. “It’s like your saying I’m sick of you”
You ask quietly, “Are you?”
You thought he wouldn’t pick it up but he did. Brad sits up, confused. “What are you talking about? Love, are you okay?”
You sigh in defeat. “I can’t –”, you breathe out, “I can’t hear that happiness anymore, Brad. It’s so quiet”
The rain had stopped and you were surrounded by nothing but complete stillness, you could hear a needle drop. It’s as if the world was holding a bated breath, comprehending.
He looks at you, mouth running dry. He can’t fathom the words that you said.
You avoid his gaze, afraid that once your eyes meet his, you’ll break. Instead, you swallow the lump on your throat, an attempt to maintain the remainder of your strength.
Brad breaks the silence, an audible hush in his words. “Since when?”
You bring yourself to finally face him and say, “Since you stopped loving me”
His face falls. Before he could even respond, you continued.
“You did. You stopped loving me. And I say that because I know what it was like to be loved by you. Right now, I don’t – I don’t feel it anymore”
He tries to grab your hand but you quickly retract. It shattered him.
“There’s a laundry list of things that you’ve done to hurt me but I don’t want to put you through that shame”
Brad shakes his head and attempts to hold your hand again. This time, you let him.
“No, no. You need to tell me what I did wrong, love. I’ll be better –”
You chuckle defeatedly. “Better. Where have I heard that?”
“I’ll be better, I promise”
“I’ll do better. I’m sorry if I hurt you, love”
“I know I can do better. Just give me another chance”
He winces internally, just now aware of the many times he has failed to keep his promise to you. It’s a surprise really, how you stayed with him despite his faults.
Crazy what love can do, huh.
There was nothing he could say that would appease you. Nothing he could do to mend the one thing he promised he wouldn’t break. Even if you told him all the things he did wrong, even if he apologizes, the end will always be the same; you lose.
You can’t let it happen again. You can’t lose in a game where only one is playing.
He sees the sorrow in your eyes and he knows better than to say better.
All he could say was, “I’m sorry”
And you did all but nod as you let the tears cascade.
The rain patters once again.
#brad simpson#the vamps#brad simpson imagine#bradleywillsimpson#the vamps brad#the vamps imagine#angst#heartbreak
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JANE SEYMOUR, Toronto 1988
I was still very much a punk rock photographer in early 1988 when I somehow talked myself into an assignment for Toronto Life Fashion, one of the two big English-language fashion magazines in Canada. (It still exists as simply Fashion magazine.) The first job they gave me was a portrait of the actress Jane Seymour, years before Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman. Depending on when the magazine came out, she was either promoting her role as Maria Callas in an ABC TV film, The Richest Man in the World: The Aristotle Onassis Story, or as Wallis Simpson in an ITV film, The Woman He Loved, with Anthony Andrews as Edward VIII. Later that year she'd star in the miniseries War and Remembrance for ABC. What was thrilling for me was that Seymour was my first "Bond Girl", having played Solitaire to Roger Moore's 007 in Live and Let Die.
I remember that the hotel Jane Seymour was staying at was a very nice one - the nicest I'd ever seen - and that this was my first experience with hair and makeup people for a portrait session. Glamour portraiture was very new to me, and I showed up alone with my portable flash, light stand, umbrella bounce and Mamiya C330 medium format camera to work with. Seymour had modeled, and I'm sure she was wondering why they'd sent this awkward kid with his cheap gear to take her photo. I found a big window with sheer curtains that I was hoping would blow itself out and help me create a high-key shot that would satisfy my editor at the magazine.
My shoot with Jane Seymour in 1988 was a battle of nerves for me - I tried to act confident enough to direct this woman who'd been photographed countless times by famous photographers, sidelining any concerns about inserting my own style (whatever that might be at the time) into the pictures. Watching from the sidelines, I'm sure you would have known who the professional was in that room. I was still nervous when I showed my contact sheets to Brad, the art director at Toronto Life Fashion, as I very much felt like he had my nascent career in his hands. "These are rather lovely," he said, and while that might have been meant ironically, I chose to take it as a compliment.
#portrait#portrait photography#black and white#film photography#photographer#jane seymour#actress#glamour#1988#mamiya c330#early work#some old pictures i took
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Heartbreak for North End after late equaliser.
North End had two points snatched from their grasp in the ninety sixth and final minute of this entertaining encounter against Southampton at Deepdale. With just one last corner to defend we conceded in the cruelest way after a well fought game I thought we just about deserved to win. A goal down at the break we came roaring back after the interval and in spite of the Saints having plenty of the ball in the second half we looked like we had done enough to gain our first win in six, but it was not to be. This was a better performance by North End, much better, and once the shackles were off, after the break, we looked like a team that could be very dangerous. However it wasnt to be and North End miss the chance of going back to third in the Championship and remain fourth after thirteen games played.
Ryan Lowe made two changes from the side that drew with Millwall on Saturday with Alan Browne coming in for Ryan Ledson and Liam Millar returning at left wing back in place of Robbie Brady. North End started well and had a chance early on through Cunningham which came to nothing. Millar then had a half chance while at the other end Southampton were not really troubling the North End goal in the early stages. A couple of long range shots went begging for the home side before Walker-Peters cut in from the right hand side just after the half hour and curled a beautiful strike past Freddie Woodman. The Saints got on top for a short spell but North End had an absolute stonewall penalty turned down four minutes from the break when the ball was handled on the line in a goalmouth scramble. Unfortunately the very inept Mr Simpson and his assistants missed it and the visitors had escaped without punishment.
Just one change for North End at the break with Osmajic coming on to replace Frokjaer and the impact was almost instant. The big striker caused panic in the visitors defence straight from the off and with just six minutes gone in the second half he put North End level with a powerfully struck shot from outside the box. It was the home side who were now in the ascendancy and with the crowd behind them North End took the lead just three minutes later when Osmajic put Potts in down the right. The man of the match went on a superb run and fired past Bazunu to set Deepdale alight. North End were on top but the Saints still looked dangerous and Woodman needed to be at his best to keep them out. North End almost clinched the points with eight minutes to go when Osmajic just failed to reach a Millar cross. It proved to be a fatal miss and with ninety six minutes showing on the clock a corner from the left was inadvertently directed into his own goal by Ched Evans. It was cruel on North End and the deflation could be felt all around Deepdale.
So it wasn`t to be the first win in six games but North End were much better in this game. I am still not a great lover of our formation and you just think that a back four could possibly be the answer going forward. It is difficult to be too critical of North End in what was a decent game under the lights but we really do need to get that win to start to move us up that table again. I actually think North End have under achieved in these two home games and that confidence, or lack of it, is playing a big part. For now we can be reasonably pleased with the performance of the lads on the night and I just hope we can take that forward to Saturday when a trip to Hull City awaits us and hopefully that much sought after win.
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PRESTON 2-2 SOUTHAMPTON
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WOODMAN 7
STOREY 7 LINDSAY 7 CUNNINGHAM 7
POTTS 8 BROWNE 7 WHITEMAN 6 MILLAR 8
HOLMES 6 FROKJAER 6
KEANE 6
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Subs:
LEDSON 6
OSMAJIC 8
EVANS 6
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MOTM: Brad Potts
Attendance 15,346
Preston Fans 13,729 (89.70%)
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Episode 367
Comic Reviews:
DC
DC’s Saved by the Belle-Reve by Peter Tomasi, Brandon Thomas, Becky Cloonan, Tim Seeley, Franco Aureliani, Brenden Fletcher, Dave Wielgosz, Dan Watters, Andrew Aydin, Art Baltazar, Scott Kolins, Nelson Daniel, Craig Cermak, Karl Kerschl, Mike Norton, Juan Ferreyra, Max Raynor, Hi-Fi, Adriano Lucas, Allan Passalaqua, Msassyk, Dee Cunniffe, Michelle Assarasakorn, John Kausz
Flash Annual 2022 by Jeremy Adams, Serg Acuna, Matt Herms
Harley Quinn Annual 2022 by Stephanie Phillips, Georges Duarte, David Baldeon, Simone Buonfantino, Antonio Fabela, Romulo Fajardo Jr
Harley Quinn: Animated Series – The Real Sidekicks of New Gotham Special by
Superman: Warworld Apocalypse by Phillip Kennedy Johnson, Will Conrad, Brandon Peterson, Miguel Mendonca, Max Raynor, Lee Loughridge
Wonder Girl Annual 2022 by Douglas Marques, Joelle Jones, Adriano Melo, Emi Lenox, Benjamin Dewey, Sweeney Boo, Jordie Bellaire
Batman’s Mystery Casebook by Sholly Fisch, Christopher Uminga
Marvel
Thunderbolts 1 by Jim Zub, Sean Izaakse, Javier Tartaglia
Marvel Infinity
Love Unlimited – Millie the Spy by Stephanie Phillips, Nick Roche
ComiXology
Black Ghost Vol 2 by Alex Segura, Monica Gallagher, George Kambadais, Ellie Wright
Blood Oath 1 by Alex Segura, Rob Hart, Joe Eisma, Hilary Jenkins
Boom
Firefly 20th Anniversary Special by Jorge Corona, Josh Gordon, Jordi Perez, Fabiana Mascolo
Power Rangers Unlimited: The Death Ranger 1 by Paul Allor, Katherine Lobo, Anna Kekovsky Chandra, Sara Antonellini, Fabi Marques, Sharon Marino
IDW
Star Trek Picard – Stargazer 1 by Mike Johnson, Kirsten Beyer, Angel Hernandez, JD Mettler
Behemoth
Until My Knuckles Bleed: One Deadly Shot by Victor Santos
Scout
Forever Forward 1 by Zack Kaplan, Arjuna Susini, Brad Simpson
OGN
Neverlanders by Tom Taylor, Jon Sommariva
Wrassle Castle Vol 3 by Paul Tobin, Colleen Coover, Galaad, Rebecca Horner
Astro City Metrobook Vol 2 by Kurt Busiek,
Europe
School for Little Monsters by Bob Beka
Masks: The Mask Without a Face by Kid Toussaint, Joel Jurion
Behind the Curtain by Sara Del Giudice
Empty Eyes by Diego Agrimbau, Juan Manuel Tumburus
Ray’s OGN Corner: Over My Dead Body by Sweeney Boo
Additional Reviews: Frankenstein by Junji Ito, Ed Gein OGN, Reckless: Friend of the Devil, Okay Witch 2, Conan by Jason Aaron, LotR: The Rings of Power, She-Hulk ep3, Shock Shop
News: Trevor Slattery returning in Wonder Man, new vampire comic by Tim Seeley from Marvel, DC Kyle Rayner cover, Lemire and Substack, Paramount+ merging with Showtime, Harley renewed, Flash goes biweekly
Trailers: Winnie the Pooh – Blood and Honey
Comics Countdown:
Over My Dead Body by Sweeney Boo
Wrassle Castle Vol 3 by Colleen Coover, Paul Robin, Galaad, Rebecca Horner
Superman: Warworld Apocalypse by Phillip Kennedy Johnson, Will Conrad, Brandon Peterson, Miguel Mendonca, Max Raynor, Lee Loughridge
Sandman Universe: Nightmare Country 5 by James Tynion IV, Lisandro Estherren, Aaron Campbell, Jordie Bellaire, Patricio Delpeche
Barnstormers 2 by Scott Snyder, Tula Lotay, Dee Cunniffe
Ant-Man 2 by Al Ewing, Tom Reilly, Jordie Bellaire
Neverlanders by Tom Taylor, Jon Sommariva
Flash Annual 2022 by Jeremy Adams, Serg Acuna, Matt Herms
Variants 4 by Gail Simone, Phil Noto
Power Rangers Unlimited: Death Ranger 1 by Paul Allor, Katherine Lobo, Anna Spider-Man 2099 Exodus Omega
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Based on this request: Can you write something about the Reader breaking up with Brad for walking away from the reader without realizing it?
like, i want something where she breaks up with him and he gets really bad, doesn't cut his hair, doesn't shave his mustache, doesn't leave the house and drinks a lot
but in the end they come back and he gets better with her help, she cuts his hair and shaves and helps him shower and he looks at her sad but cute and says something like "I don't deserve you take care of me"
i drove you away ; bws ⛈
People say there’s different stages when going through a break up, Brad had successfully skipped the part of denial. He knew there was no getting back together, he knew he fucked up and hurt her beyond words, but in his mind it was the right thing to do. Why would he keep a relationship he knew was destined to failure? Brad couldn’t give y/n what she needed, he was too afraid it might end badly again, and the only one losing would be him. Again. He already knew how it would go: he would start falling for her, he would let himself be vulnerable, when he least expected, he would realize he was madly, deeply, in love with her. Big mistake, because not long after, she would leave. Just like everyone else had done before. But what could be the reason this time? Maybe she would get bored, maybe she decided she didn’t really love him, maybe she found someone new, someone better.
It turned out, she didn’t want to leave, he did. And now Brad couldn’t find himself anywhere else, not when all he wanted was her. He was an open wound and every time something reminded him of her, it was like putting salt, the flesh of his skin would feel like burning, his heart would fall into the void in a loop. Brad couldn’t see past his insecurities, he had been hurt a lot before and felt foolish because once again, there he was, giving love one more chance, hoping and praying this time would be different, a part of him telling him that she was not like the others, that y/n did cared for him, but there was no use.
He tried to cover the pain with alcohol, at least feeling numb distracted him from reminiscing. Everyone around him knew, it was hard not to. He stopped hanging out with friends, instead, he stayed at home all day in his pajamas, drinking and drowning in self-pity, not even bothering in showering or shaving; he stopped writing music too, not even sad melodies would come up, he didn’t have the strength to write or even think about anything else but her; he rejected calls from everyone —including his mother—, invitations to events and parties. He secluded himself in his own world and no one seemed to be able to get him out of it.
Everyone around him knew, they knew this break up was very different from the others —not that he’s had a lot of meaningful relationships, but still—, it was heart wrenching, it was consuming him and it broke his friends’ heart to see him like this.
One night, his closest friends decided to surprise him with a hang out. They had no intention on getting him out of the house —that had been proved and tried endless times with no result—, instead, they tried a different approach by just being with him, trying to get him to talk, “maybe it will make him feel better”, James said to the group and they agreed.
“You want some whiskey?” Brad offered to his friends, lifting up the almost empty bottle.
“You barely have any whiskey left to share, mate” Tristan tried to joke.
“Nah, I’m good. There’s more in the cupboard” Brad shrugged his shoulders while he poured himself a drink and drowned it in one sip. His friends looked at each other worried when he started pouring another one just seconds after the first.
“Maybe you should go easy on the drink…” James said, unsure of what to do. Brad scoffed but didn’t listen, and started to take out the other bottle, along with more alcohol.
“You sure you don’t want?” He asked his friends again.
“You got beer?” Connor asked, giving up, thinking that maybe if he drank with him, Brad would open up.
“Sure” Brad opened the fridge and handed him a bottle. Tristan and Alex also took a bottle.
“When was the last time you showered? You’re starting to smell” Alex said, again, trying to joke.
“Yeah dude, you also need a haircut” Tristan joined.
“And to shave. That mustache isn’t a cute look” Connor added. They were trying to lighten up the mood but they achieved the opposite.
“Fuck off, I’m fine” Brad bickered. He had a mirror, he knew he looked awful, he know he should start moving on, but he couldn’t.
“Leave him, everyone has a process” James intervened.
“Thank you” Brad answered, lifting his new found bottle of beer as a thank you and took a sip.
“But I don’t think part of the process should be mixing all kinds of alcohol, mate.” James said shyly.
“Pff, bullshit” Brad groaned, “I really am fine, stop worrying, you’re annoying as fuck.”
“It’s just that this is not you, we want our friend back.” Tristan said, putting a hand on Brad’s shoulder.
“I’m here, I’m here”, he said, although he knew it wasn’t true. He wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere. He wasn’t himself anymore.
Eventually, his friends left and he stood alone in his living room once again, flashbacks of happier times playing inside of his mind. Times when the room was filled with laughter, when love felt so real it was almost tangible. He could almost feel her again, her arms around him, her lips kissing his face, her voice telling him it would all be okay. He broke down and after a while fell asleep on the couch, remembering and dreaming of what he had lost.
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There he was once again, standing outside the door he knew too well. He had seen that door a million times before, seen it in summer, in winter, night and day. He never cared about that goddamn door, but this time… this time he cared. That door was the only thing separating him from the love of his life. That door was an opportunity and a weapon at the same time, knocking on it could end him, breaking his heart for the last time, or it could save him, it could start glueing the pieces of his broken heart back together.
The past few months had been rough for him —to say the least—, he had a hard time adjusting to a life without her, in which he failed miserably, but he had to try one last time. He had to stop being a coward, stop being afraid of love. All this time he had been caged inside his fears, inside his own mind that he lost the one thing that he did right. Brad didn’t knew if y/n would care that he came back, he didn’t even knew what to say once they were face to face, he was full of regrets and the only thing he knew was that he missed her. He really was trying, he just hoped she knew. So he almost knocked. It was the best he could do. He really almost knocked, he tried real hard, he was just seconds away, his hand made a fist that almost touched the wooden door. Almost.
It shouldn’t be this hard to knock on someone’s door, but for Brad it was, because at the last moment, he knew he couldn’t bear with losing her again, so he stopped. He didn’t have it in him to look at her face again and not break down before she could even say something like “go away, I hate you.” He was saving himself the hurt. It was for the best.
What Brad didn’t know though, was that behind that door she was waiting for him. She was waiting for him to knock on her door, to tell her that he was sorry and that he loved her, just like all the times he had been at her door. That moment never came, she just stood there looking at her phone screen, watching him through the security camera and waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for nothing.
She was tired of it. It had been weeks of Brad coming to her house, just standing outside but never daring to knock on the door, she had watched him all those times. She knew Brad all too well, she knew he must be thinking that she hated him, so after a while, she figured it was her turn to knock on his door now. It took her about a week to pick up the courage and drive to his place but when she did, she knew there was no going back.
Brad couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her standing there, at his door. He thought maybe it was an hallucination from all the alcohol he had been drinking, it was his mind playing him dirty. He even sobered up a little bit because of the shock of having y/n in front of him again after months and months of craving it.
“Y/n?” It sounded more like a question than a sentence, the words hardly coming out of his mouth, barely above a whisper.
“Hi” She spoke softly, almost whispering too.
“What are you doing here?”
I miss you, she wanted to say, but all that came out was: “Just wanted to know how you doing.”
“I’m doing fine, thank you” He replied politely, “How about you?”
“I’m doing good.” She peaked behind his shoulder, just to find his apartment completely trashed and looked at him with pity. When he realized, the tried to cover the view his body, but it was too late, now she knew too that he was a mess. “Can I come in?” This wasn’t part of her plan —she didn’t have one—, she was just following her heart at this point. And her heart wanted him.
He didn’t answered, instead he just moved out of the way, trying hard not to grab her and beg for forgiveness, because begging for another chance was the only thing he could think about.
“How you doing?” She asked again, this time looking at him straight in the eye, realizing that the brightness that once distinguished Brad’s eyes was no longer there, in its place, there was sadness and regret. Dark circles decorating his puppy eyes.
“I-I…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, he was already sobbing and crying. His worst case scenario was happening, him breaking down in front of her with no apparent reason. He hated crying, he hated feeling vulnerable, but that’s what happens when you keep bottling up your emotions for three months straight, drinking them up.
Y/n didn’t move at first, she was taken back by the sudden reaction, but it didn’t take long until she was on her knees beside Brad, hugging him, caressing his hair and face, doing nothing but holding him. It didn’t make Brad feel better, actually, he felt worse. She didn’t have to do what she was doing, but still, there she was.
“I’m so sorry” Brad sobbed over and over. She knew he meant it more than anything.
“Shh, don’t be” Y/n whispered, not letting go of him, running her fingers through his curls, hoping it would help calm him down. “Want me to run you a bath? Maybe it helps you calm down a little bit, plus it seems like you need one” She offered, smiling a little.
Brad stayed quiet but nodded after a few seconds, suddenly feeling self-conscious because he and his flat looked like shit. There were bottles of alcohol scattered around the floor along with other trash, the floor was dirty, the sofa and table weren’t even in their place. He was equally as trashed, he hadn’t shave or cut his hair in three months, so there was a lot of extra hair in him, his eyes looked small because of the dark circles, his face was pale and he was thinner.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She smiled and caressed his cheek once more before leaving, Brad couldn’t help but close his eyes for a second.
Y/n knew her way through Brad’s apartment, after all, she had spent countless days and nights there. She turned on the bath, making sure the water’s temperature was just right before going back to the living room and founding Brad exactly where she left him.
“Come, it’s ready.” She offered him her hand and guided him, not dropping his hand. In the bathroom, she helped him undress, taking sight in how his ribs were showing because of the weight loss and then making him enter the bath tub. She didn’t ask, she just started putting shampoo on her hand and washing his hair, taking her time to massage his head, playing with the few curls left. When she was done, she opened the cabinet and took out everything she needed to help him shave. “You won’t need the mustache, believe me” She told him but he didn’t answered, he just stared at her with adoration and something she couldn’t quite decipher. She took her time to help him shave too, carefully putting on the shaving cream and leaving it there for a moment before cleaning it with a razor and a towel. Both of them were enjoying the moment, they didn’t need to talk, their presence was enough and the looks they exchanged every now and then told everything. They missed each other.
“I don’t deserve you take care of me. Why are you doing this?” Brad finally talked, his eyes almost tearing up, looking at her with remorse. She looked away and sighed.
“I’m going to let you finish and get dressed, when you’re done I’ll be waiting in the living room and then we can talk, okay?” Her eyes looked for his briefly before she stood up.
“Yes.”
While Brad finished, she managed to cook something for him with the few things he had left in the fridge and started to clean up a little bit.
Brad was feeling more at peace just by hearing the faint sound of her making movement in his living room. He felt ridiculous for breaking down in front of her but reminded himself that if he wanted to be worthy of her love he needed to stop being so guarded, real love is about letting yourself be vulnerable with your partner. He finally understood what he needed to do, he was finally willing to put everything at risk for her, it didn’t mattered anymore if he got hurt, he would give anything, or everything just to spend one more night by her side. So he took a deep breath and started walking towards the living room.
“Hey, are you feeling better?” She asked kindly, “I made you a little something to eat and some tea.”
His heart melted.
“Thank you. I can’t remember when was the last time I had a decent meal.” He answered sincerely. Y/n smiled sweetly at him, she could tell he was already feeling better and was in a lighter mood. “You didn’t have to clean up this place, you know? It’s my mess, I’ll fix it.”
“Oh I know, I just got tired of waiting for you to do it.” Y/n replied. She wasn’t talking about the salon, she was talking about their relationship.
“I’m sorry.” Brad said, his gaze falling to his lap.
“I know you are. I watched you stand outside my door for 20 minutes every three days for three weeks straight.”
He blushed at the sudden revelation, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
“You saw me?” He asked.
“Yep.”
“Every day?”
“Yep.”
“And still you never opened the door? Never mind, it would’ve been worse, I didn’t know what to say then, I don’t know what to say now.”
“I was waiting for you to knock.” She simply answered and with just one look Brad knew she wasn’t only waiting for a knock on her door.
“I know I owe you more than an apology.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“Yes, I do.” He took a sip of his tea.
“No, you started to walk away from me, I figured you didn’t want me anymore, you didn’t give an explanation then, so I left. You don’t need to explain it now, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He could hear his heart break when she said that, it doesn’t matter anymore was what he feared the most. He was too late.
“It matters to me” he whispered, “you’re the one thing that matters the most to me, always have been.”
“It didn’t seem like it.”
“I know…” He couldn’t look her in the eye, “I know I was wrong, I know I fucked up and hurt you. You didn’t deserve any of that, I was afraid of falling again and it turning bad for me. I love you way too much, I knew it would break me for good if you left.”
“So you left first.” She said, finally understanding what had happened when they broke up.
“Yeah, I know I drove you away and trust me, there’s not a single day I don’t regret that choice. If I could do it all over, I would chose you breaking my heart every single day for the rest of my life if it meant I could have you.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” She sobbed.
“I do mean it. I don’t want anyone else, ever. I want to wake up and find you by my side, I want you to be the person I come home to, I want to be vulnerable with you, I want to share all my insecurities, all of me with you. There’s nothing I want more than that, and I would give it all up for you.” He said, his eyes searching for hers, his body moving closer to hers, his hands holding hers.
She shaked her head. She didn’t trust him.
“It’s so easy to say it.” Y/n replied.
“Yeah, let me show you” Brad pleaded, “I won’t let you down. Not again. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”
By this moment, both of them were in tears. Y/n didn’t dare to look at him yet, because she knew once she saw his eyes sparkling with hope and adoration, she was done.
“I love you.” He whispered and took her inside his arms. Just by hugging her he felt as if the pieces were coming back together, as if she had never left. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She raised her eyes and found a pair of deep brown eyes already staring, brighter than the Milky Way, so she slowly leaned over, brushing her lips with his and then crashing them together.
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OI OIII
can you do a smut about Brad getting a blowjob and him moaning and gasping???
Adventures on a boring party | Brad Simpson
Word count: +/- 2.1k
Date: 26/03/2023
Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)
Warnings: smut (oral sex, m receiving), swearing
Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, x reader, fanfiction, one shot, smut
A/N: Hello hello, I hope you like it :)) Thanks for your requests!!❤
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Brad gets out of his car, locking it up while walking away. The gravel rustles under his shoes as he is walking towards the building. In front of him there is an old but beautiful castle. A red carpet is rolled down the stairs which lead to the front door. He walks up the stairs which are also lit up by torches. A security man asks his identity to which Brad replies with his name. As he enters the building he can hear classical music echoing through the halls of the castle. With a sigh, he enters the ballroom where the event is taking place. He got an invitation from Jaguar, the car company, to this fancy party. Tomorrow there is a race not so far from the castle and they wanted to unite all the biggest car sports fans the evening before. It’s an exclusive party for sponsors, influencers, shareholders and the important people who work in the racing world. It has everything that an exclusive and fancy party should have: fancy food, classical music, and people in suits and fancy dresses. Despite all of it Brad is really not in the mood for such a fancy party although he has no choice.
Brad takes a glass of champagne from a tray and takes a sip. His eyes are scanning the room to see if he recognises anyone. With another sigh, he tries to mingle with the other people. This is really not his scene so he doesn’t know what to do. Should he talk to people or not?
‘You’re Brad Simpson right?’, someone taps him on the shoulder.
‘Yes, that’s me’
‘Nice to meet you, I’m Jason, one of the racers’, he introduces himself.
‘Nice to meet you Jason, so are you ready for tomorrow?’
‘Oh yeah I am, I’m also not staying long, I need a good night's sleep’
‘Wish I could say the same’
‘You don’t like these parties?’
‘No, it’s not really my thing but I don’t really have a choice since I’m sponsored’
‘Yeah I get that, just try to enjoy it a little bit, at least try the food, it’s the best part’, Jason laughs.
‘Maybe I should do that then’
‘I have to go, good luck mate, it was great meeting you’
‘Yeah, you too’
As Jason leaves Brad takes another sip of his glass. Following the guy's advice he makes his way to the table where the food is stalled out. He takes a few things to eat and he needs to admit that the food is not bad. He drinks from his champagne before trying some other things. When his glass is empty he takes another one from a tray.
Brad turns around and decides to leave the ballroom. He walks down one of the castle halls where it is quiet. A few people smile at him when they walk by. In the distance, he sees a girl who is staring at a painting that’s hanging on a wall. Her silhouette and her long hair look familiar. He steps closer and more of her features become visual.
‘Y/N?’, he asks surprised.
You turn around and you can’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe that he is standing here in front of you. It’s been years since you’ve seen him. If you remember correctly it’s 5 years ago since you’ve seen each other. Both of you were 22 at the time. You had a fling with Brad, not something really serious. Your relationship back then was more focused on sex and pleasure but you were young. Neither of you had ended things back then, you just grew apart. Brad went on a world tour and you went to study on the other side of the world. The contact was lost.
‘Brad? What are you doing here’, you ask surprised.
‘I got an invitation for this party, what are you doing here?’
‘My dad works in racing’
‘Yeah that’s right’
You can see that Brad is taking all of you in. His eyes are scanning over your body. He is looking at how your tight black dress is embracing your curves. He bites his lip slightly. You can’t also keep yourself from looking at him. You can see how his shoulders got broader just like his arms and chest. It’s only now that you realise how you’ve missed those chocolate brown curls. You swallow which Brad notices.
‘Maybe we should go back to the party’, you say.
Brad follows you back to the ballroom. When you enter it you see your dad. He is smiling and coming your way.
‘Hi Brad! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!’, He says and gives Brad a brotherly hug.
Your father and Brad always got along well. When he was at your house they would laugh and joke the whole evening. If they didn’t talk about cars they would talk about golf as your dad is also a golf fan. Luckily someone starts talking to your dad which gives you the opportunity to pull Brad away from your dad. You’re not really in the mood to listen to a conversation all night that only involves cars and golf.
‘What are we going to do now?’, Brad asks.
‘Dance?’
‘We’re surely not going to slow dance on this music’, Brad sighs.
‘Oh we are, you've got a better idea?’, you smile and you pull him to the place where a few other couples are slow dancing.
Brad takes you by the waist to dance. It feels weird to be here with him but it’s more fun than staring at a few paintings.
‘So, how have you been?’, Brad asks.
‘Good, I finished uni in California and now I’m working for a company in London. How have you been doing?’
‘We’re celebrating the band’s 10-year anniversary this year, it’s been going well
You smile at him not really knowing what to say. He is looking extremely hot and all you can think of his how much fun you two had back then. To be honest it was the best time of your life. Sometimes the two of you would do reckless things like driving around in the middle of the night or exploring places you weren’t really allowed to do that.
‘I’m bored’, you say.
‘You were the one who wanted to dance’, Brad laughs.
‘What if we go discover this castle?’
‘Are we allowed to?’
‘I don’t know but do we care?’
Brad smiles and both of you leave the ballroom again through the same door. You’re wandering through the halls of the castle. The details of the interior are impressive. You open a door that makes a lot of noise. Brad looks at you with a scared face.
‘Y/N, do you really want people to hear us?’
‘Oh come on Brad, you weren’t so scared when we did this years ago’
Brad sighs as you walk into a big room. You guess it’s a big dining room as there is a long table with chairs. Brad follows you as you inspect the room. You touch a statue and you hear Brad sigh again behind you.
‘Please, you’re going to break something’
To provoke him you sit down on the table and Brad rolls his eyes. He stands before you and you take his hands in yours in an impulsive action. Brad looks surprised but he doesn’t let go of your hands. You pull him closer until he is standing between your legs.
‘I’ve missed you Bradley’, you say.
‘I’ve missed you too y/n’
Brad stares into your eyes and you bite your lip. Your fingers are playing with his and you can feel the contrast between his warm fingers and his cold rings. Brad’s eyes never leave yours and it feels like time stands still. It feels like you and Brad are the only people on this world. Brad can’t handle it anymore and pushes his lips onto yours. His warm lips are moving against yours and you can taste the champagne on them. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan in the kiss. Unaware you pull Brad closer to you and you’re grinding against his crotch. The anticipation is building up as the kiss is getting more heated. You can feel Brad getting hard which turns you on.
‘We should take this to another place’, Brad says out of breath.
‘The guests are staying in the other wing, I have a room there to stay the night’, you say.
You take Brad’s hand and make your way to the other wing. To go there you have to pass the ballroom again as it is on the other side. The halls on this side of the castle are more restored and the rooms are furnished as hotel rooms. You open the door of your room and walk in. You close the door when both of you are in. You turn around to Brad again and you start kissing him again. Your hand is going over his length which becomes even harder under your touch.
Gently you push Brad onto the bed so he is sitting at the end of it. You walk towards him and sit on your knees. You unbutton his pants and Brad helps you to get out of his pants and boxers. His dick is hard and almost touches his belly. Slowly your hand moves over his length and you get wet only looking at his dick. Brad is looking at you with his eyes filled with lust and you look at him while you take his cock into your mouth. You start to suck on the tip and Brad closes his eyes. You take it further into your mouth while you go up and down. Brad moans and throws his head back. You try to take his whole dick into your mouth but it’s difficult because of how big he is. You take him out of your mouth again and you pump him with your hand. Pre-cum is coming out of the tip and as soon as you take him back into your mouth you can taste it.
'Fuck y/n, your lips always feel so good around my dick', Brad moans.
While you're sucking on Brad's cock, your hand is going up and down at the base of it, giving him extra pleasure. To add to that you start to gently play with his balls with your other hand. Brad gasps from all the pleasure you're giving him.
Brad looks down on you to see how you're sucking his dick and he loves the view. He loves how your body looks in that tight dress. He loves the way you're being so desperate for him right now. Nobody could ever make him feel this good like you do.
'How I've missed these lips, take it all in baby', Brad groans and throws his head back again.
His moans are getting harder. You try to take him as deep as you can. His dick is hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. You can feel his dick twitching inside your mouth, indicating he is close. You're going up and down faster. Your tongue is playing with his tip, making him go crazy. One of Brad's hands is gripping your hair while the other is keeping him steady on the bed.
'Fuck y/n baby, I'm-, fuck', Brad moans out.
Loud groans are leaving Brad's mouth while his hot load is filling your mouth. You get his cock out of your mouth. His cum tastes salty but you swallow it. Brad looks at you and he smiles.
'Babe, this was amazing', he says.
You love the way he calls you babe, he used to do it all the time when you were together. You stand up and sit on his lap while you throw your arms around his neck.
'Only for you', you say smiling.
Brad kisses you softly this time. A meaningful kiss which tingles on your lips. His lips moving slowly against yours while his hands are on the small of your back. After the kiss you rest your forehead against Brad's.
'What do we do now?', Brad asks.
'I don't know, I don't-', you can't get out of your words.
'Tell me y/n'
'I don't want to lose you again'
Brad takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. His eyes aren't dark and filled with lust anymore, now they are the brightest brown looking soft. A small smile is playing on his lips.
'I promise you, you won't lose me again princess', Brad promises.
Gently Brad kisses you again and it feels like your life lights up again. It's only now you realize how much you've missed him all these years.
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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??
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ABC NSFW | B.W.S
written by D ⚜️
Warning: It's NSFW so... MINORS DO NO INTERACT!
A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)
Super caring. Will take a moment for you both to recover your breath. A kiss on the forehead to make you feel the most loved girl in the world while he helps clean you up. Everything is really soft.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Definitely, his hair. He loves taking care of it and how it makes him look, but he loves it more when is on your fingers being stroked (or pulled when you have sex)
He really LOVES your boobs. Totally a boobies guy. He practically lives for them and would never get tired of sucking, licking and kissing them. Plus, they are his favorite pillow.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Loves to fill you with it. Loves to spill it on your mouth and watch you swallow it or fill up your cunt and keep fucking you to make sure it is deep inside of you.
When is your cum, every drop ends in his mouth. Nothing can be wasted.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Is not a secret that Brad would love to be a dad and he is always wondering how would it feel to fuck you while you're carrying his little boy or girl.
Also he would like to try a lot of poses, specially 69 to devour your dripping pussy while his dick is hitting the back of your throat.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
His wild years left him a lot of experience and he will be more than willing to show you. Finding spots you didn't even know they exist and taking the time to find exactly what you like.
Pretty experienced about pleasuring you and pleasuring both.
F = Favourite Position
Once again, he loves your boobs. So having you sitting on top of him going up and down on his dicks while your boobs bounce at him is totally the best position for him.
If you get tired, he will just hug you tight, plant his feet on the mattress and destroy your little pussy faster and deeper.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Serious. He will be really concentrated on pleasing you. You are always his priority. He just wants to give you the best sex of your life everytime.
If the mood is romantic. He will of course compliment you and giggle softly about your hair on his mouth just before going deep inside you again.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He is not crazy about hair. Whatever makes you feel comfortable is good for him.
With his late nights in studios recording music and spending time with you. He understands that there's not always time to be shaved. If there's no hair, good. If there is, good too. That doesn't make him feel less satisfaction from fucking you hard.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Always giving you little kisses, little presents and kissing you hard when you're not expecting it to show you how much he loves you. A relationship with him is like being a princess.
You know that ALL your needs will be perfectly satisfied. And when I say all... I mean -All- 😏
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Social media is his best friend when he is away from you due to touring. He can't ask for video calls because all his bandmates are with him in the same tour bus but he will ask for some pics to get his head spinning. The bathroom, your pic and his hand never disappoints.
When he can fuck you he will just do it.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He might be afraid to tell you but he loves being in control of yours and his orgasms. He likes to decide when and how to let you cum.
Also role playing is one of his kinks. He would like to try different situations and characters in bed.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His sofa to have you on top of him. His bed when he wants romantic things. The shower to slide better inside of you and lick the water drops from your shoulder and he definitely would love to fuck you inside of an airplane's bathroom. Who knows? Maybe on a private jet...
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Literally every time you run your hands through his body he gets a tent in seconds. He calms in public places... except when you are wearing a nice dress that shows your boobs more than perfectly.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Never a threesome, he trusts you. But you're just his and he doesn't like to share his things. He would never do something that could hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.
As I said, you're his priority.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving)
Your cunt belongs to him. He will always be starving to have his tongue inside of your pussy. He could cum only from eating you out and he could do it at any moment. Your pleasure is his.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
He likes to keep it sensual and feel every part of your walls clenching deliciously around him. Maybe it is just because you start begging for more and he loves to give it to you. Hard, fast and leaving you dizzy.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He loves to take time to please you. But a quickie Is always needed when there's not enough time. Just open your legs, honey. This will be rough.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He will do everything to spice the relationship. Of course he would ask first. He just wouldn't accept to fuck you on a public bathroom. His privacy is important for him and that's so dirty.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
If he has the day free he would do 3 rounds without stopping. At night, he will do it again. If he could spend all day fucking you he would. Your moans can turn him on again in seconds.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He has handcuffs for you and for him. He also likes to hear you begging for him when he is putting a vibrator in your clit and fingering you to tears. He can be mean sometimes, what can he say? He loves when you beg for him. He is more than happy when you take control and use the handcuffs on him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
So much. He wants you to never forget that your pleasure is in his hands. He could tease you until you can't take it anymore. Especially when you have been teasing him all day.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He is always praising you, moaning in your ear and grunting. You make him feel good and he wants you to know it so he is very vocal.
W = Wild Card
Although he likes to be in control. He loves when you have it. Calling you "mommy" is his way to give you leadership.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
You can notice his dick even when he is not hard. Now imagine when he is. That's a beast that would rip you into two. The best part? He really knows how to use it and you love every inch of it.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He is calm when he has to be. But when you two are in a comfortable place, or alone. He can't help but think about fucking you right away. The desire just increases when you act innocent in front of his family and friends. He knows you aren't and that drives him crazy.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You always fall asleep before him. He helps setting the bed, cleaning you up and getting you dressed. He strokes your hair and hums a soft melody until you're deep in your sleep. That's when he falls asleep too.
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Is it just me or do these pics also scream FaceTime with Bradley to you?
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“I wrote a song about you”
Brad // imagine
As you gave yourself a final look over in the mirror, tugging at your denim jacket and straightening your shirt, you sighed deeply. You wanted to look nice. You had been dating Brad for nearly 3 months now, and he had seen you look like a bit of a slob during your favourite Netflix dates, but you still wanted to look nice for him. He could have any girl, and as you weren’t yet exclusive, he still could.
You gazed in the mirror and over thought your outfit choice for another 10 minutes before your doorbell rang. You opened your door to see Brad stood there in one of his classic looks; black jeans, striped shirt, and a green bomber jacket. His cheeky grin, infectious.
“Hello gorgeous, are you ready?” He grinned, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“I’m ready. Let me just grab my bag.” You smiled, grabbing your handbag and stepping towards him.
You went to a local coffee shop. Admittedly, it was sometimes hard to go on ‘normal’ dates with Brad and be out-and-about without someone recognising him, but this small coffee shop was perfect. It was secluded and quiet; somewhere you could feel normal together. Brad ordered your coffees, while you found a small booth at the back of the shop and waited for him.
“So,” He sighed as he sat down opposite you, “how have you been since I last saw you?”
“Good.” You smiled, “Same old really, not much has changed. How have you been? How are things?”
“Great, yeah. We’ve got a few things coming up promo wise, but mostly writing for the next album at the moment.”
You smiled, knowing how much he loved his music, and how happy he must be to be writing. You settled into a comfortable silence after a few more minutes of chit-chat.
“You know,” Brad chimed, breaking the silence, “I wrote a song about you the other day.”
You looked up in surprise. He simply looked at his coffee shyly.
“Really?”
“Yeah. The boys really like it.” He grinned, gaining confidence after seeing your shy smile, “It’s about a guy who’s dating a girl, and wants to make it official. It’s like a message to her, asking her to make it exclusive.”
You were dumb founded, just sat there looking into his eyes.
“Say something, please.” Brad whispered.
“Y-you want to be exclusive?” You asked timidly.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, officially.” He said softly, taking your hand across the table, “and I would, very much, like to be your boyfriend.”
He grinned cheekily, trying to ease the tension.
“I want you to be my boyfriend,” You grinned back, “and I would, very much, like to be your girlfriend too.”
Brad began beaming and he squeezed your hand. You both let out little giggles.
“Oh my God, I thought you were going to say no.” He laughed.
“Are you crazy?!” You whisper-yelled at him. “How could I say no?”
“I don’t know,” He giggled, “you weren’t saying anything.”
“You just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
“Well,” He winked, “can I kiss my girlfriend?”
“Absolutely.” You chuckled.
You stretched across the table a you met his soft lips, his thumb swirling circles on the back of your hand. You parted, and rested your foreheads together.
“Are you happy?” You breathed.
“So happy.” He whispered, and kissed your softly again.
so this is my first imagine, request some more.
stay lovely xoxox
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