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fallingforel · 11 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do numbers 5, 23, 62, 63, and 69 from your prompt list with like the reader being part of one direction and Harry dating her, and she falls for brad from the vamps. Like could it be angst between Harry and the reader where they’re together but then he cheats on her with someone (idk any celebrity or something like he dated Taylor at one point I think) and she goes to Brad and they’re friends but he’s been in love with her since forever and he comforts her and they get together. Also just make Harry completely regret everything if you can (I live for the cheating with no second chance trope, it’s amazing ❤️) thank you so much!! Have a great day!

A/N hi my lovely here it is for you, hope you enjoy and I hope you like it. dont forget those that want to request one the prompt list is here

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PROMPTS 5, 23, 62, 63 AND 69: "you made your choice" "they didn't deserve you" "you think that this is easy for me" "I hate seeing you like this" "I don't like you...I love you"

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It was a well known fact that I was the 6th member and only girl in one direction, I was also dating harry from my band, on the outside things looked squeaky clean and it looked like we had a perfect relationship but we didn't we fought all the time, Harry was always jealous because I was best mates with Brad from the vamps, Brad and I have been lifelong friends as we both resided from the same part of Birmingham and we also went to school together. It wasn't my fault that I've always gotten along better with boys than I have with girls they were just easier to talk to and the fact that they weren't snakes behind my back.

So you could imagine Harry's reaction when I told him brad was coming tonight, even if he tried to hide it in the best way possible. I still noticed. It was hard not to, however we hadn't had a fight in three weeks and I wasn't about to start one now, I had just finally hoped that we were in an all right place.

"Brads coming tonight. He's in town got a show tomorrow, thought he'd pop by then celebrate with us as the end of this leg is today, was thinking we could go to his show tomorrow"

"mmh, yeah, be nice I 'spose"

"Yeah it would, come on we've got to get ready, we've got a show to perform"

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And the show went spectacularly well, I was at my happiest when I was on the stage with my band, with my fans screaming my name it was the most supportive feeling in the world, and I loved every second of it.

Now we were back in our dressing rooms ready to go out, It wasn't often we went out while on tour we'd only ever do it for special things like birthdays, end of legs or if someone new joined our team halfway through. Tonight though, we were celebrating the end of the leg of the tour we were currently on, zayn left a couple of months ago. And with Harry and I on rocky ground we all secretly knew that the band was coming to an end, we were all scared to admit it though, too afraid to say it out loud because then it would all become real.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, which makes me wipe away the tears I didn't even realise were there, before I'm saying "COME IN" and I'm met with Harry peeping round the door

"Hey, hey. why are you crying my love? What's the matter?" "The bands breaking up isn't it?" "no? what makes you think that sweetheart?" "I mean, with Zayn leaving, you and I on rocky terms, we're all not the same people we were 5 years ago Harry, the bands dynamic doesn't fit anymore"

"Yes okay, zayn may have left, You and I may be on bad terms some of the time and yes maybe we have all changed, but nobody stays the same, it's pretty hard to do that darling, otherwise you wouldn't grow up. The dynamic still works all the same though. So for now, dry your tears, get a fit dress on and lets take our minds off this band breaking up nonsense"

And I do as he tells me joining them shortly in the addison lee taking us into the main part of london, so we could go to a night club. I was sat inbetween Harry and Brad and could feel the tension rising, more so from Harry than brad, Harry was being weirdly possesive with me and it didnt feel in a good way, like it usually does.

Soon arriving at the nightclub we all head inside and Louis takes Harry to the bar to get some drinks for all of us, even he could sense the tension meaning it was bad.

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"you did great tonight, y/n/n. Smashed it, if only you could've heard the chanting for your name. It was unreal honestly." Brad says from beside me perking me out of my daydream of nothing in particular.

"awwh, Braddy. You're sweet you" I say placing a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. I've always called Brad, braddy ever since we were in nappies because I was never able to pronounce my L's I soon learned, the name stuck around though.

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Having not seen Harry since he went to the bar, and hasn't come back since, It's been well over half an hour now, so I was getting pretty worried. So I decided to ask around if anybody has seen him.

"LOU! You haven't seen Harry have you? Haven't seen him since we got here." "No I haven't. Last I saw him was at the bar, said he was going back to you, that was about fifteen minutes ago" "thanks lou."

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10 minutes later Niall comes up to me interuptting the conversation I was having with Brad I had given up trying to find him he clearly didn't want to be found, "I heard you were looking for Harry, I found him, but you're not going to like it" "what Niall, where is he" "mens bathroom, that way" he says turning to point me in the direction of where the mens bathroom is.

Walking into the mens bathroom, I found a sight I didn't want to see, Harry going down on a girl, the girl that wasn't me. "OH WOW!" I shout earning both his and the girls attention. "y/n/n, baby-" "don't you baby me Harry, it is so clear what you think about me." "who the fuck are you?" the girl quips back at me. "his girlfriend honey, actually no his ex-girlfriend. Keep him he's yours he was a slag anyway" "oh thats rich coming from you y/n, I saw you getting close with Brad, a little kiss on the cheek" "we've always been that way and you fucking know it" "oh but it's so easy for you breaking up with me though isn't it, now you can run away with the btec version of me cause it's clear you have a type don't you" "YOU THINK THAT THIS IS EASY FOR ME? YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU? WELL I DON'T HARRY OKAY?, BUT ITS CLEAR WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN, goodbye Harry, I'll see you soon for the american leg." is the last thing I say before I walk out of the men's bathroom and back to where Brad was sat.

"Y/n? are you okay?" is all he says before I break down crying and he wraps an arm around me. And an executive decision is made between the two of us that he's going to take me back to his for the night.

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In the taxi on the way back, I'm still crying and he still has an arm around me. "

what even happened? why are you crying?"

"Harry cheated on me" is all I can muster out before I'm a blubbering mess again

"I hate seeing you like this Y/n all I know right now is that he didn't deserve you, he never has but I've always been supportive of your relationship always been the shoulder to cry on because I'm your best friend and always will be here, and you know that"

And soon enough I'm on Brads sofa, with Brad laying down giving me a hug.

"you want to say something dont you?" I speak up breaking the silence between me and him. "yeah I do, and I don't care if it's the incorrect time, or what but I have to say it now, otherwise I never will, I dont like you y/n I love you, and I have for the longest time, and if you need time to heal I'm okay with that I can wait a little while longer for you darling" he says shocking me to my core, I will admit I always loved Brad, and I don't think I ever stopped not liking him I just think Harry was a distraction while I was away from him.

"oh brad, I love you too" Is the last thing I say before I'm pulled into a kiss from him and we make our way upstairs to his bed where we both reside for the night wrapped up in eachother and if we were to get stuck into each other as well, then that's nobody's business but our own

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we're both awoken to a pounding on Brads door, so we both rush down and he answers it, revealing a disheveled Harry who looks like he hadn't slept. He tries to enter but brad pushes him back with the door "she doesn't want to speak to you Harry, You really fucked it this time" "please just hear me out y/n. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cheat, I love you so so so so much"

"You made your choice Harry, please just go. I don't want you here, just please leave, be better on yourself" which I was met back with silence and then the turn of footsteps up brads gravel drive was all that could be heard.

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just-my-type-x · 1 year

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my request about jealousy will be an angst about Brad breaking up with the reader because she is "too innocent and annoying" and didn't like to drink and smoke like him, so she moves to LA, meets vinnie hacker and starts dating him ( Vinnie quits smoking and feels happy and makes the reader happier) and Brad ends up seeing them at a coffee shop in LA while he's there for work. he will be jealous to see the two

I hope you understand and thank you very much :)

Smoke and Fire

Again, whatever is presented in this imagine doesn't reflect the truth about their behaviour. Under no circumstances do i say that Brad does this stuff or behaves like this. Pics not mine. ♥️

"You can't just expect me to drop everything for you!", Brad shouts and y/n's mouth drops to the floor.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?", she asks in disbelief and scoffs, turning her head away from him. "I didn't even ask you for anything big, i didn't ask for the moon or the stars or anything like that!",she shouts and Brad is quick to roll his eyes.

"There are some things i really can't leave behind. These are my habits, as bad as they are, you should try and accept me the way i am!", he shouts back and moves behind the counter to get himself a small water bottle. He takes a few sips and let's it fall with noise on the table.

"That's funny, because last time i checked you asked me to become more outgoing, social and more friendly with your friends. And by the way, your friends liked me just the way i am, you're the only one who put a label on me as being too shy and introvert to hang out with the group. You left me at home time and time again when you went out. You even hung out with Liberty!", she throws her arms around the room and thinks if she should just grab her stuff and go. Brad's face isn't readable, he's just serious and doesn't seem to bother with the situation.

"Yes, because you never bring something to the conversation! You just sit next to me and laugh at whatever joke is made. That's not how things are supposed to work.", Brad says calmly and walks over to his couch.

"Oh so there's a rulebook of yours that i have to follow? And how are things supposed to work? Isn't it good enough that we get along just fine the 2 of us?", y/n walks in front of him and looks down at him

"You're so annoying when it comes to group hangouts. I start to believe that affects our relationship too.", he sighs and y/n is left speechless in front of the man she loves the most.

"Oh so I'm supposed to change my whole identity and my whole behaviour for you to consider me ok when hanging out with our friends, but you can't even give up smoking and some of your drinking?", she gives him a few moments of silence, hoping he'd realise what's going on between them and how stupid the conversation is. He just looks down, intertwining his fingers together.

"You should go, this won't work out between us, I'm sorry.", still looking down, Brad gets up and leaves the room.

A few months later

"You should really buy something else other than caramel macchiato, babe", Vinnie laughs as he intertwines his fingers with y/n's. She chuckles and brings his fingers closer to her mouth, placing a quick kiss on them. She rubs his knuckles, her gaze falling on his beautiful features and her eyes remaining on his. "What?", he smiles widely and a subtle shade of pink appears on his cheekbones.

"You're so perfect.", she sighs and leans on the back of the chair

"Definitely not, you know that.", Vinnie takes a sip of his coffee and makes the same move as his girlfriend. "I've been a pretty bad boy", they both laugh at his statement, but y/n shakes her head.

"At least you're perfect for me. You were there for me when i needed you the most and you've done things for me to make me feel wanted and loved.", she shrugs her shoulders and clears her throat, her answer sounding more emotional than she anticipated. "i mean, you knew i wasn't feeling ok with people smoking and you're quitting for me and i believe this is a real sign that you actually care about me.", she blushes and Vinnie's smile melts her even more. He has true feelings for her and she's found someone to understand this part of her.

"I did it because I love you and i know you only wish for me to be well", they lean over the table and peck each other's lips, but go in for another one, deepening it like no one's in the room with them anymore. Vinnie's tongue licks y/n's bottom lip and it's quick to find hers. They break the kiss, looking into each other's eyes and smiling like crazy at one another. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, whispering sweet things to her, while, from the outside of the coffee shop, Brad and the rest of the band think about avoiding the situation, but it's impossible. They're supposed to meet up with a brand manager and that's the meeting spot, a few tables away from y/n and her new love interest.

"Well, i think we should go inside.", Brad calls the shots, not taking his eyes off y/n, who's giggling and is visibly having a good time. The door opens heavily, or at least this is how Brad feels it, and the air in the room thickens when he enters the same lounge as her. As if she knew he was walking inside the coffee shop, y/n's eyes moved towards the entrance. Her face went pale, forgetting about the sweet words she's received.

"Y/n? What happ-", Vinnie turns around to look in the same direction as his girlfriend and stops when he sees Brad walking towards them. He walks past her, holding her gaze until he passes, the boys greeting them both and exchanging a few words.

Time goes at the speed of the snail and the coffees Vinnie and y/n drink don't seem to come to an end. Of course, they could leave, but outside is pouring. Sometimes it rains in LA, but even when it does, it's no joke. She also can't seem to find her peace anymore. She's agitated and constantly bounces her leg, stressed. Tho Vinnie knows who's the cause of that, he can only throw glances at Brad, who's very much drowned in whatever the brand manager tells them about the sponsorship. Somehow Vinnie believes that someone who's this concentrated at work, having their ex 5 feet away, means that they never had something strong or special while dating. But he's wrong. Brad looks towards y/n every chance he has. He barely hears the manager talking, because he can only replay in his head the conversation they had that night, fighting over a piece of nothing. Brad looks one more time at y/n, almost jumping off his seat when he sees the chair in front of her empty.

"Excuse me just a second, this is important", Brad leaves the meeting table, almost stepping on Connor's foot. He seats at the table with y/n, both shocked by the event. "I'm sorry, it won't take long"

"It better not.", she crosses her arms at her chest, her cheeks getting red with frustration and regret

"I couldn't just stay there anymore and watch you two together.", he admits without any problem, making y/n's jaw drop

"Bradley, you can't just say that and expect me to be ok with you", she shakes her head and tries to avoid eye contact with him by checking if Vinnie's coming from the bathroom.

"Stop looking after him", Brad says and taps on the table, while her eyes widen. "It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Just.. Are you happy? Does he give you want i didn't?", he asks, voice cracking. Y/n corrects her posture and straightens her back, trying to keep eye contact with Brad.

"Yes, he does, and he doesn't find me too inocent or an introvert, I'm not annoying to him and he did make some sacrifices for my sake", her voice shakes because of the built up anger

"That night still haunts me and I'm so sorry I've told you all that stuff. I was such a different man a few months ago."

"Oh, so you're trying to tell me that you've changed?", she scoffs and leans on the back of the chair

"Yes, i did, and it was so hard spending this whole time a few tables that way", Brad points to the table, where, fortunately, the boys were talking and keeping the manager entertained and focused on the job.

"I leave for a few seconds and you already come begging for her to come back?", Vinnie's smirk is anything but friendly and Brad chuckles when he sees it.

"No one was begging for anything, babe", y/n intervenes and takes a sip of coffee, the tension building up at the table

"We were just chatting. Did you enjoy your time in the bathroom? You've been there for quite some time. Are you feeling well?", Brad mocks Vinnie and y/n gasps, but holds back a laugh.

"Oh we've got jokes now? How about you go back and learn how to treat her?", he takes his phone and coffee cup and waits for y/n to do the same, but she's still seated.

"it's my pleasure taking her away from you", Brad smiles satisfied and Vinnie is stopped by y/n before he could say anything else.

"Please, stop, both of you are acting childish. Babe, wait for me outside please? I need to finish my conversion with Brad", she offers a smile but Vinnie just turns and leaves. "You can't talk like that, you never cared enough about me"

"And i regret every single thing that i haven't done right while we were dating. I didn't think things through and I'm sorry i made you suffer. But seeing you here, with him, made my soul shatter. I wasn't ready to see you with someone else. Not with someone who offered you everything you needed right away. I feel like shit for not offering you the world. Just give me one more chance ", Brad pleads and takes her hands in his. Hesitant, y/n takes her hands away, but the way her hands lingered more in his makes her shake her head and get up from the table.

"You can't just expect me to fall in love with you and leave my boyfriend for you", she almost chuckles. "And what are you even doing in LA?"

"Are you in love with him?", he asks her and a twitch on her face makes his heart pound harder.

"Of course i am", she starts walking towards the exit and Brad follows her close behind

"You're not. Your face didn't light up when i asked you about him", he stops her in her tracks

"Brad, this isn't any of your business anymore. I'm getting over you and please, if you see me on the Street while you're here, please ignore me. You don't do me good", y/n turns around to look one more time at Brad, whose eyes are obviously sad

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That unloving you will be the hardest thing i'll have to deal with. Now, excuse me.", she exits the coffee shop and leaves Brad in the same spot, speechless and hopeless. He gets back to the meeting table, ordering a glass of scotch and looking over the sponsorship notes.

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beth-yeet365 · 2 years

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“You’ll be the death of me” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

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

Word count: 4k+

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

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

my masterlist, if you so please

*flashbacks are in small italics*

THE FIRST TIME

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

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

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

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

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

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

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

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

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

You snicker at him.

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

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

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

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

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only laugh more.

THE SECOND TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The studio was good?” you ask him.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, usually not but-”

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

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

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

“Bradley!” you exclaim.

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

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

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

THE THIRD TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Must be,” you laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah same,” Brad agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, I hope not.

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

“Filthy animals,” Connor remarks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE SUCCESSFUL TIME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy birthday to you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours,” he mumbles against your neck.

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

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

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

THE NEXT MORNING

You woke up to something tickling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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alltoomaples · 2 years

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#bradley simpson #brad simpson x reader #the vamps #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson fanfiction #bradley simpson imagine #oneshot #the vamps imagines #the vamps brad #brad simpson x y/n

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faithiegirl01 · 11 months

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Guys guys guys!! I have so many new fics that I’m so ready to post, but I was wondering if any of you have any questions about any of the upcoming ones?

Like:

Anesthesia Brain Fog

You Matter Most Pt. 1

MTV Yearbook Challenge Pt. 1

After All This Time

The Jacket

Or any others of mine

All of those and their summary’s are up on my other page. You can find them here. Go ask us questions!! We want to tell you guys all about past works or even upcoming works. I will be posting a sneak peek to You Matter Most and MTV Yearbook Challenge hopefully later today on my other page, but guys go ask us questions, we’re so so excited for what coming this year!!

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter VI

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Goodbye for now

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, same ol’ same ol’.

You wake up to a loud thump and groan from the living room. “Everything okay out there?” You call, too tired to check yourself.

“Yeah. I’m okay, Steve launched me off the air mattress.” Mickey responds with a laugh, “Not the ears, buddy!”

Bradley’s head pops up on the other side of Bob. “I know I was drunk last night but…we didn’t, uh…you know, me and you…with Bob?”

You laugh, throwing a pillow at him. “You’re an idiot”.

He laughs too, “I kid, I kid. I would definitely remember a night with Bobby here”.

Bob sits up with a yawn. “How’d you end up in here Brad?”

“Not sure. The last thing I remember is laying on the bed and telling you should try it, see to how comfy it is” Bradley says, trying to recall.

“Yeah okay, I remember now. I said why not and laid down too. Must’ve fallen asleep.” Bob replies.

“More like you both passed out,” you laugh, picking up your phone to show them the picture you got.

“Well, next time Sunny’s in the middle, Bob kept pushing me all night” Bradley complains.

“You kept nuzzling my neck with your mustache, it tickles!” Bob argues.

“Wait, Next time?” You ask.

“Yeah. Now that I know your bed is this comfy, I’m crashing in here every time I have too many beers with Pete.” Bradley says matter of factly as if you have no say.

Before you can argue, there’s a knock at the door. “Bob, I’ll take Steve out for ya. Penny’s making breakfast if anyone’s hungry” Pete says, already heading back down the stairs, Steve in tow.

You hear Nat and Jake stirring, talking with Mickey as you stretch. You’re all a little worse for the wear this morning, Jake’s missing his shirt, Mickey can’t find his shoe, and your hair is a rats nest, but hey-no one’s puking, so that’s a plus.

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Pete takes a call when you’re all eating, everyone looking more alive with some food in them.

He comes back a few minutes later, looking grim. “That was Adm. Simpson. The mission’s been moved up. We leave tomorrow at 0800, and report to base at 0700.”

His words weigh heavily in the air, shifting the energy in the room from carefree to tense instantly.

“You too?” Penny asks. He nods, unable to meet her eyes.

Dread fills you at that. They’re all going, the best of the best. It’s definitely something serious.

Everyone finishes eating and cleans up in near silence, needing to get home to pack and tie up loose ends. You follow Bob to his truck, giving him a kiss and a promise that you’ll be over later, as you have to prep for the upcoming week first as well.

You strip the beds, vacuum, meal prep, and clean. As you’re putting the clean blankets back under your bed, you find the Polaroid camera you got for Christmas and a lightbulb goes off. You have an idea.

You find your prettiest lingerie and scroll TikTok for tutorials and poses before changing into deep red lacy boy shorts that hug your ass just right, paired with a matching push-up bra, you slip on a pair of red-bottomed heels you splurged on and you’re set. You set the camera on a step stool and set the timer. It takes a few practice takes, but you get it on the 3rd try.

You capture different poses in various states of undress. You have to admit, you look pretty damn good in the light of the early afternoon sun. You picture Bob finding them and getting all hot and bothered, jerking off to them. You end up pulling out your vibrator and bringing yourself off quickly, snapping a few pictures during, too.

You pick several of your favorites and place them in an envelope before writing: ‘For Lt. Bob Floyd’s eyes only’. You seal the envelope with a lipstick kiss and squirt a spray of perfume in the air before waving the envelope through it. Perfect.

You shower and pull leggings with an oversized tee before packing an overnight bag and you’re on your way.

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Bob and Steve meet you at his door, taking the bag of takeout you picked up.

“All packed?” You ask as you kiss his cheek in greeting.

“Yeah, pretty much. I’m still waiting on a few things in the dryer. Not sure if you heard yet, but Mav said we can take our phones. We’ll have limited access but at least we’re allowed to have them this time”.

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh good.” You were dreading not being able to talk at all. The dryer dings and he leaves the room to get the clothes, you slip the envelope in his bag under some socks.

“I should’ve asked sooner, but my sister is stopping over in a bit to pick up Steve, are you okay meeting her?” Bob asks, plopping the clean laundry on the couch to fold it.

“I don’t mind at all. Annie, right?” You say, walking over to help him.

“Yep. She and her husband Mike, are taking the girls to Disney in 3 weeks, leaving on the 19th. Would you want to take Steve if I’m not back by then? I can board him if you can’t or prefer not to” he asks.

“Oh, I’d love to have him! I would’ve taken him the whole time but I’m not sure what my call hours will be yet, I’ll find out more tomorrow when I accept the position. I’m sure Amelia will kidnap him when I’m not home too” you joke.

“Thanks, that’s a relief knowing he’ll be in good hands. I hate this is all last minute,” he sighs, dropping the shirt he’s folding to pull you in for a hug. “I know this is new, but I’m—I just don’t want to leave you yet.”

“I don’t want you to either” you mumble into his chest.

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You finish folding the clothes and help him pack, a little nervous that he’ll discover your gift, but soon he zips his duffle closed.

The doorbell rings as you two dish out the food. “Come in!” Bob calls.

“Hey, whose car is that in the drivew—oh, I’ll bet it’s yours. You must be Sunny…the pretty nurse from Minnesota that I keep hearing about?” She smiles, holding out her hand as Bob flushes.

You laugh, shaking her hand. “That’s me, and you’re Annie-the brilliant statistician and lifesaving sister.”

“I’ll take that over the ‘annoying little sister that he never wanted’ I heard all the time growing up” she teases.

“I literally only said that once…after you smashed the Hot Wheels track I had spent hours making,” Bob argues.

“Whatever you say. It’s nice to meet you though,” she smiles, turning her attention back to you.

“Likewise. Have you eaten yet? I brought plenty of food” you ask.

She nods, “I did. I’d love to stay and chat but I left the girls with the neighbor since Mike got called out to a fire. I wanted to bring them with me, but Harper keeps getting carsick if she rides more than 10 minutes and I really didn’t want Steve to eat it. Speaking of, I should really put a call into her doctor about that…” she rambles.

You try and hide your smile—she’s the complete opposite of Bob.

“It’s alright, I understand. Thanks again for taking him on such short notice. Sunny said she’ll take him when you guys go to Disney. I’ll FaceTime if and when I get the chance,” Bob says, hugging her.

“Be safe, okay? I love you” she sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“I will, I love you too. Tell Mike and the girls I say hi” Bob replies, voice cracking a little. You have to look away, or you’ll start crying next.

You take her phone number and text her right away so she has yours. She hugs Bob again and then takes off with Steve. The house feels too quiet.

You finish eating and clean up. It’s only a little after 7 but you both head to the bedroom.

Bob takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. His head drops, obviously deep in thought. You step out of your leggings, and pull off your tee, leaving you in just your basic thong and bra as you pad over to him in your bare feet.

You lift his chin, surprised to see tears in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…scared” he replies, voice thick with unshed tears.

“Me too.” You reply softly before leaning down to kiss him.

He kisses you back slowly, sweetly, savoring every sigh and shiver. He rises and unsnaps your bra, pulling it down your arms before turning to lay you back on the bed. He strips off his tee with one hand and pushes his sweats off before crawling on the bed.

He kisses up from your ankle to your knee, knee up to your inner thigh. He places a sloppy kiss to your clit through your underwear, and you whimper as he moves on. He licks a path up your stomach, past your navel stopping to give your breasts attention. Your hands weave into his hair as he lavishes your nipples, sucking, nipping, flicking, teasing. “Please, I need…I need more” you whine, tugging lightly on his strands.

He surges forward for a kiss, thrusting his boxer-clad erection against your clit. The head of his cock catches your entrance and he stills, groaning lowly, feeling your wet warmth through both layers of underwear. He takes a shuttering breath before thrusting against you again, careful to not repeat it. “I want…cccan we? When I get back?” He pants into your neck.

“Yes, God yes, please,” you cry, getting close. Your fingers run down his back, before sliding under his boxer briefs to squeeze his ass, nails biting into his skin as you pull him into you harder. “Fuck!” He chokes out, cum soaking the front of his underwear. He continues rocking against you, and the added moisture is enough to send you over the edge too. You cry out into his neck, grinding your hips into his as you ride it out.

He catches his breath before pushing himself off you “I feel like a teenager again, dry humping in the backseat and jizzing in my pants,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Me too,” you smile up at him, “the only difference is I never got back then.”

He crawls off the bed, slipping off the cum soaked boxers and balling them up, walking away to throw them in the hamper. Your eyes naturally drift to his ass and widen as you see the crescents your nails left. Those are gonna sting in the shower.

“I’m gonna do one last load of laundry, do you want to add yours? He turns back to you, nodding at your underwear. You nod, climbing off the bed to pull them off and hand them over.

You clean up and get ready for bed in the bathroom, putting on the pajamas he left for you.

He takes his turn after you. He returns to the bedroom and wordlessly turns off the light before climbing into bed next to you. He puts his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair, putting him to sleep before drifting off yourself.

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As always, morning comes too soon. Your phone’s alarm startles you awake at 5:15. Bob rises as you hit snooze. 10 minutes later it goes off again and you turn it off with a groan. You are not a morning person.

You smell coffee brewing as the shower turns on. You hear a yelp. “Jesus Sunny! What’d you do to my ass?!” He hisses.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You say with a smile.

He doesn’t reply, but shower door slides open.

You laugh, stripping your pajamas off and get in behind him.

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He brings you to orgasm twice, once with his fingers, and the second time with his tongue.

You kneel to return the favor, but only after you kiss each mark your nails left.

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He hold your hand as you drive him to base. The ride is quiet and somber.

You pull in the lot shortly after Jake and Nat.

Jake pulls you into a hug as soon as you get out of the car, knowing you need it.

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Soon, everyone’s here. You make your way around the other family members to you say your goodbyes, saving Bob for last.

“Bring him home safe?” You ask Nat. “Of course” she replies, tearing up a little.

“No cuddling Bob without me, alright?” You tease. “No promises” Bradley winks, giving you a bear hug.

Bob pulls you in and Bradley releases you, kissing you deeply. Someone wolf whistles and Mickey yells to get a room.

You pull away with a laugh, but tears are brimming. “I’ll be here with Steve when you get back.”

He nods as Admiral Simpson clears his throat. “I’ll be in touch as soon as I can” he whispers before kissing you one last time.

The tears flow as they walk away.

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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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bradsbabe · 3 months

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 1.

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

Words | 1.67k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where's y/n?” One of the fans said.

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

“Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah…”

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

“Kirstie told you?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“A couple of months.” I said.

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

“After the tour…” I said sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, why?” She asked.

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

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

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

“Where are you going?” Brad said.

“Back to the hotel room.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you leaving?” Brad said.

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

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

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

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imaginesxthevamps · 1 year

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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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ohholyfanfics · 3 years

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

Prompt: "You are a terrible liar"

Prompt Masterlist: x

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

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

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

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

"What was that?"

"What?"

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

"What's that suppose too mean?"

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

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

"How snitched?"

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

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

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

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

"Wait-huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is our baby.."

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bloosomjoon · 3 years

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Hi, im new here!

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

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

see yall!

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fallingforel · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1 year later

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

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

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

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just-my-type-x · 1 year

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Body On Me

Part 2 of this

TW: language, drinking, unprotected sex

Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did he step on your tale mate?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm gonna be so sore afterwards"

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

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

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

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beth-yeet365 · 3 years

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“We’re not finished” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Simpson x reader

Summary: you’re Tristan’s cousin and you’re as close as brother and sister. When he says that he has an extra room in his flat that he shares with his bandmate, Brad, you decide to move in... What’s the worst that could happen?

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, Brad being forward which ight cause ome awkward situations, like one or two curse words and mention of boner ;)

Disclaimer: I don’t know if any of this is true either way it’s an imagine so don’t expect anything that’s super true... also you play drums like Tris but that is because that’s the only instrument I can play lmao and you’re 2 years younger than Tris so that makes you 3 three years younger than Brad

It all started with a facetime call with your favourite and only cousin, the one and only Tristan Evans.

You’re moving into his flat that he also shares with his bandmate Brad. They had extra room and you have been complaining about how expensive rent is in London to live on your own and you don’t want a creepy roommate so Tris saved your ass and offered the room.

Moving in wasn’t as hard is you’d expected. Mostly because you had the other vamps helping you carry stuff to the flat.

You of course carried some of your stuff up but not being the strongest person in the world made it pretty difficult.

You especially needed help with carrying your electric drum kit cause that shit’s heavy.

“Right, Y/N, I think you’re pretty settled in.“ Tristan said, carrying the last box into your new room.

“Yeah, but I still need a bed to sleep in.“ You said.

“You can sleep on the sofa tonight and we’ll go to IKEA tomorrow.”

“Yeah from what we’ve witnessed from the times you’ve visited us on tour you can sleep pretty much anywhere,“ Connor started. “And definitely not as tall as Tris so you’ll fit anywhere.“ He then added, laughing as the other boys laughed at his comment.

“Ha ha, go on mock my height when you don’t have an awful lot yourself.“ You fired back, patting his shoulder.

“She’s got you there, Con.“ Brad said to him chuckling to himself.

“Oh, you can’t talk either, Bradley.“ you told him.

“You wound me, darling.“ He acted offended and put his hand over his chest in mock hurt.

“Hey! Don’t be flirtin’ with my baby cousin!“ Tris exclaimed jokingly.

We all laughed and decided to drink some well deserved beers after carrying all the boxes up.

Soon enough James and Connor left to go home to their own places.

You started to unpack the boxes with your clothes and putting the closet and dresser that were already in the room.

While unpacking your clothes you came across a small cardboard box you keep all your printed out pictures of you visiting the boys while they were on tour. You were like a sister to all of them.

You took the pictures out of the box and looked at all of them while sat on the ground. They were all a mixture of selfies with all the boys, pictures of the places you’ve been and pictures have taken of you playing drums. All of the good memories.

You smiled at all of them and moved to collect them and put them back in the box when a voice spoke.

“You always look so concentrate and content.“

You looked up to see Brad leaning on the doorframe of your room, arms crossed in front of his chest.

He looked good. He always does though.

To be honest, you’ve had a huge crush on him ever since you stepped onto the tour bus when you were 19 and he was 22.

“Sorry, what?“ You asked in confusion.

“When you play drums you just look concentrated but also content and happy.“ He said while pointing to the pictures of you playing, then moving to sit across from you on the floor.

“Well playing drums is such a reliever, you know? It’s just you and the sound of the drums.“ You explained to him.

“Yeah I get that.“ He said nodding. “It’s the same when I start singing or start playing guitar or piano.“

“It’s one of the reasons why I brought the drum kit with me just in case I get tired of you two.“ You said with a joking smile.

“Very funny, Y/N,“ He said. “Well I’m happy you brought it.“

“Why?“ You asked the curly haired boy in front of you, while you absentmindedly sifted through the pictures.

“Because it’s hot.”

You snapped your head up to find his brown orbs staring right back into yours.

You could feel the blood rushing to your face.

Clearing your throat just to do anything to relive the now awkward tension in the room.

“Where’s Tris?“ You diverted the conversation from the awkward situation from before.

“He popped over to the shop to get something I didn’t quite catch.“ He answered and moved to stand up.

“Oh.“ Was the only thing you could say, mentally hitting yourself.

he was now standing up, looking down at you and offered a hand to help you stand up from the ground. You gladly took it and he practically heaves up.

“Y/N-“

“I’m back!“ Tristan hollers from the entrance of the flat. “Where are you guys?“

“Coming!“ You shout back at him.

Dammit, Tris.

Sleeping on the sofa wasn’t as comfortable as you’d hoped.

It was weird not being able to move freely because of the backrest on it but at least you had Jesse to cuddle you while you were on your phone.

Jesse is Brad’s golden retriever and a national treasure to be preserved.

She proved to be very cuddly at 1 a.m.

You then noticed you were thirsty so you decided to get up and make some tea in the hopes that would make you sleepy enough for you to sleep after.

You never noticed how noisy turning on a kettle was until you had to turn it on in the middle of the night where everything seems noisier.

When the kettle boiled you found a random mug and some classic English breakfast tea in one of the cabinets.

“You awake, too?“ A voice startled you.

You jump in fright and turn around only to find Tris.

“Jeez, could’ve announced your presence without scaring me.“ You tell him, putting the tea bag into your cuppa. “But yeah I’m awake how else would I be making tea?”

“Don’t get smart on me,“ he playfully scolds you. “Why you awake, though?“

“Simply couldn’t sleep.“

“Sucks, but now you have me to keep you up as well.“ He smiles at you and walks to the kettle making himself a cuppa.

“Oh gee, am I supposed to be happy?“ You ask him making him roll his eyes at your questions.

You both moved to the sofa and sat down to talk.

Late night talks with Tris were always the best especially since you were so close and therefore could talk about everything from playing drums and nerdeing about that to mental health.

“Okay, Y/N, I have a question for you.“ He tells you making you furrow your eyebrows. He doesn’t really announce that he has a question unless it’s something or serious.

“Shoot.“

“Do you like Brad?“

Now that was a question you didn’t expect. Like never.

It caught you off guard, making it difficult for you to answer his question.

“What would you say if I told you I did?“ You ask him back.

“I would tell you to fess up ‘cause you both like each other.“ He responded.

“Is it really that noticeable that I like him?“ Your eyes widened with your ask.

“Umm, if it wasn’t you guys’ obvious flirtin’ it would be you completely snappin’ out of it and getting distracted when he walks into the room.” He explains making you put your head in your.

“Oh my God does he know?“ Your question comes out muffled because of your hands. You also avoided his amused gaze in embarrassment.

“No no, he’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.” He informs you, making you relax. You also decided to ignore Tris’ confirmation of Brad’s mutual feelings for you.

“I’ll tell you what,“ Tris starts again. “James, Con and I all agree you’re good for each other but I’ll go back to bed so you can sleep ‘cause you look like you’re tired now,“ he continues and moves to collect your mugs. “and say goodnight to you.“ he finishes when he put the mugs in the dishwasher.

“Goodnight, sleep well Tris.“ You tell him and he kisses your cheek.

“Sleep well, Y/N, we’ll try to keep it down when we wake up later on.“ He tells you and he proceeds towards the hallway

“Thanks.“

You lay down on the sofa again with Jesse coming to lay at your feet and you were out like a light.

You were aching.

You had been assembling a bed, a desk and a chair from IKEA with Tris, Brad, Con and James since you came home.

IKEA manuals were gonna be the death of you.

Tris, Con and James had gone out to the shop to get some champagne to celebrate you officially moving in since you also got your own copy of the key to the flat from the landlord.

Brad had stayed behind mumbling out some excuse for not going.

You?

You had stayed behind because you still had to move things into your room and make your bed and all that fun stuff.

“Need help?“ Brad’s voice interrupted your movements in making your bed.

“Um, not right now but thanks.“ You answered politely.

You felt awkward as you remembered what Tris had told you during the night. Even though you had ignored them you still acknowledged them.

He’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.

You finished making your bed with Brad’s burning gaze on you.

A phone pinged and both of you reached to check your phones.

“Tris says that they’re gonna be late ‘cause traffic’s bad.“ Bard said.

You could only nod in acknowledgment as you read the same text but on your own phone.

“Well what do you wanna do?“ He asked, desperately trying to break the awkward tension.

“I’m quite tired, actually,“ you confessed. “Assembling really drains the energy outta ya, ya know?“

“Yeah yeah, I get that.“ He answered and looked around your room. “Should we see if we made the bed as good as the one in the shop?“ He suggested.

“Smooth, Bradley,“ you laughed out. “But yeah, let*s.“

You both jumped onto the bed.

“This is almost better than the one in the shop.“ He says, wiggling around.

“Yeah it is.“ You hold your hand up for a high five which he high fives and let’s his hand stay there, moving to thread your fingers.

You smiled at his actions and reciprocated.

He released his hand and moved it to your face to brush some hair out of your face, making your face heat up.

You decided to make a bold move and move your face just mere centimeters away from his face.

You were both breathing hard in anticipation, trying to figure out who would kiss who first.

Fuck it, you thought and kissed him.

He immediately caught on and moved on top of you, his arms caging your head.

It felt amazing.

Lips moving together, teeth clashing, tongues exploring your mouths.

You threaded your hands in his hair and tugged at it eliciting a moan out of him.

On of his hands started moving from its position at your head down to your waist making you giggle cause you were ticklish.

He moved away from your face agonizingly slow.

“That was-“ he started saying but looked at loss for words. “Wow, just wow.“

“Yeah,“ you agreed.

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

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

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

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

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

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

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

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

You snicker at him.

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

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

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

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

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

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

The smile fell off your face as James and Con couldn’t contain their laughter anymore.

Oh shit.

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