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autumnscribbles · 3 years

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believe me | b.s

requested by anon

summary: y/n starts getting strange DMs and seeing tweets that may ruin her relationship

pairing: brad simpson x reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, sadness hehe

word count: 1.5k (finally a long one woo)

a/n: woohoo first brad imagine!! i love that most of my requests are for brad because UM i love him so much it’s not even funny anyway hope you enjoy this nice angsty fic

Your phone chimed continuously, annoying you because you thought you had remembered to put it on silent the night before like you usually did. You assumed it was fans talking about the new photo you posted with Brad the night before, but you were surprised when you opened your phone after rubbing the sleep out of yours eyes.

You looked at the username - @/bradsgirl2020

Most of the time, the DMs you received were from fans you knew, or at least recognized from lurking on twitter often enough out of boredom. You opened the DM anyway, assuming it was a fan, so you were curious.

To your surprise, it was not that at all. Whoever it was began telling you she had slept with Brad, seen him at many parties in LA the past few months and they have been seeing each other secretly. She continued to tell you she thought Brad was too good for you, you were ugly, deserved nothing.

You were used to occasional hate, and used to people trying to say stupid stuff to “sabotage” your relationship. You couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh, putting your phone down while you went to make breakfast. Brad was out doing a radio show, so you sat alone at the table while you ate your cereal, too lazy to put any more effort in than pouring milk in a bowl.

When you went back upstairs, your phone was blowing up again, making you roll your eyes.

This mystery “fan” was now spreading rumours on Twitter, all the fans freaking out, wondering if it could be true. Most of them defended your relationship, others were actually falling for it. I guess whoever it was made a convincing argument. You read through the hateful tweets about you, and the photos of Brad she posted, captioning it with obsessive words, making you cringe slightly.

“So weird,” you whispered to yourself.

She had no photos of herself, which meant you were unable to see if you could recognize her from any of the parties you had also attended with Brad. This is how she claimed their “relationship started”.

“He’s gonna leave her for me” the tweet read, making your eyebrows furrow. Why would someone be spreading this, so eager to get a reaction.

You heard the door open, Brad entering your house, kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat beside him.

“Hey baby,” he smiled at you, pecking your lips before going to grab a glass of water.

“Hey, so, something really weird’s been happening today,” you mentioned, not knowing how to bring it up.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked curiously, his eyes widening as he took a sip from the glass.

“So there’s this...fan I guess? A twitter account who’s DMing me and tweeting about how she’s had sex with you at parties and that you’re in love with her,” you told him.

“That’s ridiculous,” he laughed. “People try really hard, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “She keeps sending me hate though, not that it matters I guess, it just sucks to be told I’m no good for you.”

“Block her, babe, it’s not worth it,” he told you sweetly, pressing his lips to your temple. “If anything, you’re too good for me.”

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Brad to come home with the takeaway he had promised you. You remembered what he had said and decided to go to block the account and all the ones that were backing her up.

As you pulled the account up, you saw new DMs and tweets that made you recoil in your seat.

In front of you were photos of Brad at parties like she said, a girl on his lap, kissing his beck. Another of his hands on someone’s butt, seemingly pulling them closer. They kept coming, picture after picture of compromising photos of Brad and whoever this girl was.

I told you he finds me hotter than you.

You didn’t know what to believe anymore. On the one hand, you wanted to believe Brad could never do this to you, no matter how drunk, no matter what party, what girl. The other half of you, though, stared at these pictures, taking them in, making you wonder if maybe Brad was capable of doing this, of hurting you.

Tears sprang to your eyes, your throat burning as you tried to hold them back. You scrolled through Twitter, seeing everyone talking about the photos, which had been posted. Magazine websites were already talking about it, the word “Cheating” in the title making you feel sick to your stomach.

The door opened, Brad walking in with a smile on his face, Chinese food in his hands. You turned to him, tears down your face, making his smile drop immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

He put the food down, approaching you quickly. When you pulled back when he tried to cup your cheek in his hand, his face dropped.

“Did I do something?” he questioned, hurt filling his voice and on his face.

“Are these real?” you asked, showing the photos to him, his eyes widening instantly.

“What? No, of course not,” he defended. “These are fake, y/n.”

Silence filled the room, your eyes gazing at the floor, unable to meet Brad’s eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. “You believe them?”

“I don’t know what I believe,” you muttered, a tear falling onto the couch from your eye, leaving a darkened spot in its wake.

“Babe, please,” he said. “I would never do this to you, you’re everything to me.”

“Then where are these pictures from?” you asked.

“They have to be fake, y/n, I didn’t do it, I swear,” he pleaded, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Brad didn’t cry often, and you wanted to believe him, but the pictures clouded your thoughts, unable to get the image away. Tears streamed down his face, his head shaking in disbelief.

“Please. baby,” he whispered. “You know I would never do this.”

“I think you should stay with one of the boys tonight,” you said, barely audible. “I need time to think.”

“No,” he pleaded. “Please, let’s just forget this, eat our food, watch a movie.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” you told him. “I need time alone, to think it through.”

Brad’s tears increasingly fell down his cheeks, but he listened to you. He always wanted to do what was best for you, and this was it. He stood up, making his way back to the front door, leaving the Chinese food on the table.

“I love you, y/n, remember that,” he told you. “Please believe me.”

With that he was gone, the door clicking gently in his wake, your tears turning into full blown sobs as you put your head in yours hands. It had to be fake, how could this be happening? You tried eating something, feeling a gape in your chest without Brad beside you struggling to use chopsticks. You set it down, going upstairs, and crying yourself to sleep.

You woke up to a text from Tristan, a link to a tweet attached to the message. You assumed it was about the Brad situation, it only made sense that Brad would have confided in Tris.

You looked at the tweet, a fan account had posted a photo that looked almost identical to the one the hate account had sent you. This time, however, it wasn’t Brad touching and kissing the girl, it was someone else. Someone with similar features, curly hair, but it definitely wasn’t Brad.

The photos posted were edited to make it look like Brad!! It wasn’t him!!

You let out a sharp breath, relief washing over you, tears running down your face.

Tell him to come home, you texted Tristan before hopping out of bed and rushing downstairs to wait for him.

You kept looking at the picture, as if it would change if you looked away. It wasn’t Brad, he was right, it was fake the whole time. You felt stupid, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t cheat on you with a random girl at a party.

There was a knock on the door, Brad too nervous to use his key, in case you were still angry.

You rushed to the door, throwing it open and wrapping him in your arms, tears stinging your eyes again.

“I’m so sorry,” you said into his chest, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “I was stupid, I know I should have believed you over some stupid obsessive twitter account.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled sweetly. “I don’t blame you, they looked pretty real.”

“I should have believed you,” you muttered, guilt flooding your conscience.

“Don’t feel bad,” he reassured you. “We’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

He put his hands on either side of your face, leaning in and pressing his lips to you. The familiar warmth and feeling made goosebumps appear on your arms, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“Now,” he said. “Did you keep any of that Chinese food?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. That was the thing about Brad, no matter what happened, any disagreement, fight, breakdown, he always knew how to make you smile despite all of it.

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stylinsonlibrary · 5 years

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VALENTINE’S DAY FIC REC

Pal-entine's Day by kiwikero (1k)

When Louis gets dumped shortly before Valentine's Day, his best friend Harry decides to do something about it.

Just... not the something Louis was hoping for.

Let me have a bite by notasawrap (2k)

"The universe doesn't allow me to raise your ego," Louis says dramatically, causing Harry to chuckle. A loving, contemplative smile appears on Louis' face and certainly no one can blame him. Louis hoists himself up to kiss the corner of Harry's mouth and hugs him harder. The way Harry's hands tighten around him might be a sign of how much Harry missed Louis, but what does he know; he is nothing but a mortal in love.

or It's Louis and Harry first San Valentine's Day as a married couple and since Louis' hasn't seeing his boy for the last month or so, he thought he could do something special and give Harry what he's been asking for.

'til the poets run out of rhymes by braverygasm (3k)

louis hates candy hearts. harry didn't celebrate his birthday.

(feat. niall as their spritely waiter, zayn as the enigmatic graffiti artist, and liam as the compassionately gullible police officer)

Cupids & Love by InkedwithLove (4k)

"Kiss would be enough...On the lips," Harry's face resembled the morning sun, radiant and blushing.

They were in the middle of a busy flower shop, flying over noisy people but Louis seemed to hear nothing but static.

"Harry...Where did you get that idea?" Louis was thinking too fast. They were Cupids! They don't kiss. They make other people kiss and fall in love. Wait, where did love come from? Louis mentally slapped himself.

Or Harry and Louis were trying to help Zayn and Liam get together. They have been doing it for a long time, so it should be easy. Except, it was the first time Harry asked Louis for a kiss. What can he say, they are Cupids and Love is in the air.

trust me to take you home by hattalove (4k)

“I made breakfast,” says Harry, and Louis can feel him smile where his face is smushed against Louis’s shoulder blade. “Full English. All for you.”

Louis finally opens his eyes, and blinks. “What about the others?”

“Asleep,” Harry whispers, “it’s five in the morning.”

or, a clichéd tale of two boys in love and their first valentine's day together.

hold this rope and i'll pull you in by clicheanna (4k)

Amidst last-minute preparations for Liam’s annual Valentine’s Day party, Harry forgets one crucial thing. His and Louis’ anniversary.

Like A Box Of Chocolates by literlarry_real (4k)

If somebody had told Harry a year ago that he would have a reminder set on his phone to buy discounted Valentine’s day chocolate on the 15th of February, he would have outright laughed at them. 365 days ago, he would have never considered being that desperate for chocolate and being this lonely the day after the holiday that celebrated love. But, here he is, a year later, being reminded by his phone that he is supposed to go on a hunt for the best chocolate deals. Woohoo, university life! Some might deem it ridiculous or sad even, but it really isn’t. Not to Harry at least. Yes, he may have spent Valentine’s Day alone in the library studying, calling his mum, and skyping his sister, but there’s a reason for the reminder. Even if the reason is as insignificant as “My chocolate drawer is as empty as Voldemort’s heart“.

or Harry runs into Louis while stocking up on favourite chocolates the day after Valentine’s day. The banter that follows is only the beginning of something just as sweet as chocolate.

One Day You'll Say These Words I've Thought But Never Said by LouisBlue (5k)

"Did you just quote Harry Potter?" Harry giggles in the doorway, covering his mouth with his fingers. Louis has never seen something so beautiful.

"Listen you little ladybug, don't make me get up out of this bed. You will be sorry you ever mocked me!"

"Happy Valentine's Day, Lou." Harry says and walks the rest of the way out the door.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Bug."

Or: Going on three years has been way too long, and at the risk of making himself look like a fool, Louis decides to tell Harry how he feels. On Valentine's day.

Won't You Please Come Around by allwaswell16 (5k)

Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he's made is his sister's cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.

Or a Valentine's Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

their lips are lying only real is real by vanillabeanniall (5k)

“We have a special deal for couples through the next two months,” she was saying. “A free 48-hour movie rental of anything in this redbox, as long as your purchase is $10 or more. And, I have to say, you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve seen throughout this whole sale.”

Louis smiled politely and glanced behind him, opening his mouth to say that he and this stranger weren’t together. Then the words died in his throat. Louis abruptly grabbed the boy’s hand and turned back to the saleswoman, smiling widely.

“Thanks, yeah, we’ve been together for three years.”

The salesperson grinned and started selling the movie thing. Louis could practically feel the waves of confusion rolling off of Tall Fit Banana Boy, so he turned to him and whispered, “Just go with it, they have my favorite movie.”

Or, the one where Louis and Harry pretend they're in love to get a few free movies until suddenly they stop pretending.

Gotta Have You by styleandsin (6k)

“I’m glad I married someone that’s still down with having sex in the laundry room while our kid is in the middle of a movie and there’s ten minutes left until the dinosaur chicken nuggets have to come out of the oven,” Louis says, voice serious but a small smile on his face.

“Me too,” Harry says with a laugh before getting back to his food.

Louis laughs along with him until he looks down at Harry’s plate, “are you really using a fork and knife for chicken nuggets?”

Harry looks up at him and the genuine judgement on his face makes him giggle.

“I’m trying to be fancy! We were supposed to be going to a really nice restaurant Lou, I’m just trying to recreate the experience.” He then dips the chicken nugget into his ketchup with his fork.

Or, an AU where Valentine’s Day doesn’t go according to plan but possibly turns out even more romantic.

Call It Puppy Love (6k)

She has huge, green eyes, curly brown hair, and a little pink tongue that hangs out the side of her mouth as she looks up adoringly from beside Louis' feet.

“Oh, alright - but only because you're so cute,” he relents and scoops the puppy into his arms. Louis is not the type to get all soppy over animals, okay - he's not - but the little poodle mix might be an exception to the rule.

Or, Louis gets Harry a surprise puppy for Valentine’s Day. Things don't go exactly as planned.

Dancing in the Dark by rainbowslovehl (7k)

“Did you do all of this on your own?”

“Yes,” Louis said with only a slight hesitation. “All by myself. All for you. I love you.”

Louis plans a big thing for his first official Valentine's day with Harry and he has a little help in making it the perfect night.

Be Mine, Little Valentine by FullOnLarrie (7k)

All Louis wants is to find someone who'll love all of him. There's just one tiny complication.

Be My Forever by rainbowslovehl (7k)

Harry Styles want everything to go perfect. Too bad that fate has other plans.

Or a Valentine's Day Marriage Proposal AU.

through reds and pinks by CrazyLaughter (8k)

"So, you propose to me at every restaurant we go to? And you'll have it recorded?"

Said out loud like that, it sounded bad- it sounded scary. Like something that was determined to go wrong.

or Harry and Louis go through a series of fake proposals on Valentine's day for Louis's vlog.

in bloom by sky_reid (10k)

louis delivers flowers. harry is not liam. (he's also not a florist.)

your heart is glowing (and i'm crashing into you) by anyadisee (11k)

If this were a fairytale, maybe even a Young Adult novel or a chick flick, this would be the moment where Louis would stare right into his soul and whisper, “You. It’s you, Harry,” before pulling him in for a kiss right there and then in the middle of the sidewalk. They’d confess their never-ending love for each other then hold hands for the rest of the walk home, and then they’d go to uni together and become the ultimate power couple of their campus. They’d start a family together a few years after they graduate, find a large house somewhere nice and preferably warm, get two pet dogs and five cats, and then adopt enough children to start a football team. If only men could get pregnant as well, Harry thinks wistfully. He’d love to carry Louis’ babies given the chance.

But. This isn’t a fairytale, nor is it a movie based off the latest YA bestseller. This is real life.

(harry is in love with love, volunteers to hand out valentine gifts for a week, and somehow becomes the football captain's secret admirer.)

Kiss From A Rose by lovelarry10 (15k)

Harry is the quiet one in the office no one ever notices. Until Louis does, that is. When notes start appearing on Harry’s desk, he ponders who is behind the kind words, oblivious to Louis’ attempts to get his attention...

Brave Love by angelichl (17k)

Harry breaks up with his boyfriend a day before Valentine's Day and Louis tries to cheer him up.

happily ever after by theneverending (18k)

"It’s the Peter Pan that I work with most days. Harry got placed with us today and it’s really quite funny to watch him make starry eyes at Peter Pan from behind his camera. As if that would hide anything,” Niall claims with an eye roll, causing Harry to blush even harder.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Harry responds lamely, suddenly becoming interested in his food again.

“Harry, when you like someone, it’s written all over your face. You just kept staring at him.”

“That’s my job, I have to stare at him to make sure the photos come out nice.”

“You wouldn’t be getting defensive if I wasn’t right,” Niall rebukes, and Harry really can’t argue with that, so he lets Niall have the last word.

or, the one where louis and harry work at walt disney world, louis is a character performer for peter pan, and harry's the photographer that sometimes gets to work with him.

I Would Bleed the Colors of the Evening Stars by peanutbutterapple (20k)

Louis needs a fake boyfriend and Harry wants to know why he doesn't pick him.

And Stand By Me by otfuckingp (29k)

Louis didn't hate Valentine's Day, per se. It wasn't a particular source of irritation to him that it was only just after Christmas. He wasn't personally offended, like some of his friends were. He just didn't really care, is the thing.

Louis really didn't care about Valentine's day, not at all. Which is why, when he burst into tears at Tesco at nearly midnight on February 13th, it was because he stubbed his toe against the shelf, not because of the piles of candy and flowers and chocolates on display at the front of the store. Really. He didn't care about any of that; he knew he was loved with or without candy. With or without a boyfriend to tell him so. It was fine.

(In which Louis is recovering from a bad breakup, Harry is the delivery boy who brings him endless takeout, and the reappearance of an ex-boyfriend leads to some shenanigans).

#larry stylinson #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fic rec #masterpost #valentine's day

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