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autumnscribbles · 7 months
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masterlist
hello friends i'm finally making a masterlist!! i left out old imagines that i don't really write for those people anymore but yeah!!
requests always open!! especially for colby/sam and the fisher boys since their sections be looking empty ;)
Love y'all!
Brad Simpson
secret's out
believe me
LA nights
after the show
rooftop
cheap wine
missing you
don't touch her
confessions
betrayal
friends
Colby Brock
lost
begin again
Conrad Fisher
secret
Jeremiah Fisher
TBD
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anitalorimer · 7 months
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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
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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 · 2 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.
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pairings | brad simpson x fem reader
warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing
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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 · 6 months
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Please, how am I meant to be okay after this picture plssss??? He is👌🏼👌🏼
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tylaajannee · 1 year
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would you?
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Summary: You and Bradley have been fighting on and off for weeks and finally Brad snaps and starts to question your relationship.
Warning: Mature Themes, angst, argument, punching and swearing.
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"Bradley Simpson, will you stop and talk to me?" You scream at your husband.
He walks away from you ignoring every word. He pauses at your front door, fumbling with his keys, the anger oozing from him, curse words falling from his lips. He opens the front door and makes his way inside, his silk blue button-up slinging off of his shoulders and the tuxedo jacket you picked out hours before still hugging his muscles.
"Tell me how you really feel Y/N" Bradley stops and drops his keys on the side table situated next to the large staircase that leads upstairs. Silence fills the room, the space between yourself and him getting smaller and smaller.
"If there is a reason you're holding back right now, I would rather know now" He turns around and faces you, his light brown eyes piercing through to yours. You slowly walk towards Bradley, your heels tapping along the floorboards. Your hands running along his and taking them into your own.
"I love you.." you whisper.
"Do you really? I need to know if this is real?" His voice begins to crack.
You let out a deep sigh, the pain in your chest growing stronger from his every word. "Bub, of course, this is real, of course, I love you, how could you say that?
"When you kiss me, you have your eyes wide open" he scoffs. "There is no more passion between us, where has the love gone? Have you given it to someone else?" Bradley questions. He storms past you in defeat, not knowing if he wants to hear your answer to his question.
He walks into the living room, pacing back and forth within the large room. His hands run through his hair, his curls bouncing against his forehead.
"I love you, Bradley, what else do you want from me?" you scream after him. You walk around the corner to your boyfriend, sadness mixed with anger sprawled across his face.
"What else do I fucking want Y/N? I want my wife to not be so fucking flirtatious with every single member of my fucking band! Is that too much to ask for? If I walked out the door right now, would you even notice I'm gone? Would you even miss me at all or are you so enticed with my mates to even give a fuck about me?" Bradley swings around and slams his fist into the white wall of your living room, the anger finally exploding out of his body. The loud bang of his hand colliding with the plaster makes you jump with fright. Never did you imagine that these were the thoughts running through his mind.
You race over to Bradley, and you place your right hand underneath his chin lifting up his face so that he was looking at you, Bradley flinching from the slightest of your touch. "Bradley, I care about you, I come home to you every night. I am not playing any games with you. You have been through enough heartache and pain, I don't need to cause any more of that for you, you're my forever" His bloody hand lifts up to your cheek.
Bradleys eyes trail up and down your body, a sigh escaping from his lips. You take his bloody hand into the palm of yours and look down at the pieces of plaster sitting amongst the wound. He winces at the touch of your hand against his, regretting his every move of punching the wall. He looks over at the indent that he had created next to your wedding photo that hung on the white wall.
“I’ll fix that tomorrow” he sighs. A small hush escaping from your lips.
“Shh, I need to fix this hand of yours” you smile at Brad, he leans down and kisses you softly on your lips.
“I love you” he says through your kiss
“I love you too babe” you respond to his soft words
“My forever”
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just-my-type-x · 1 year
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I laughed so hard
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jumpingintotheabyss · 8 months
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landosfenestraz · 9 months
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CON, TRIS AND RIA OMG WHAT THE FUCK
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fallingforel · 9 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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theodoresgf · 8 months
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they are so adorable im crying
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autumnscribbles · 1 year
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after the show | b.s
summary: brad finishes a great show in London, and after he loses the adrenaline and excitement, he just wants to be close to his favourite person.
word count: 918
A/n: thank you to the anon that requested this!!! i love fluffy brad! you guys are the best, all the requests in my inbox are so cute so feel free to keep them coming!
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The roar of the crowd continued as the boys ran off stage, the four of them cheering as well. Their show at the O2 in London was insane, and the adrenaline was coursing through their veins.
“That was sick!” Tristan screamed, all of them agreeing in the form of cheers and hugs.
“Absolutely insane,” Brad agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He loved the feeling he got right after he walked off the stage at a show. The energy of the crowd would continue to feed off him for a while, and he would just continue to think about how much fun he had with the boys on stage performing for their wonderful fans.
They ran down the hall backstage to get to the dressing room, chugging water and getting undressed from their stage clothes, ready to be in something more comfortable. Brad couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, but as he looked around the room he wished you were there. You wanted to come to the London show so badly, but you needed to pick up a late shift at work so promised Brad you would have a nice night in together once he got home.
“Alright boys,” Brad said, wrapping his arms around all of them. “I’m gonna head out, the lady is waiting.”
“Have a good night,” Connor said while patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, don’t be too knackered.”
“No promises,” Brad winked, grabbing his jacket that he had flung over the back of the chair as he headed out.
The adrenaline was still pretty high as he made his way back to your place together, his ears ringing as he sat in silence. It was always a weird feeling, going from the loud music and cheering to a silent car, or a silent room. It was a stark contrast and Brad sometimes found it hard to adjust. He replayed the night in his mind, still smiling to himself.
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You sat on the couch, a blanket thrown over your lap and a cup of tea in your hand as you watched a Christmas movie. You felt cozy and warm and were happy to be done work. You looked at your phone to check the time, expecting Brad to be home soon. You were excited to see him and were disappointed that you had to miss the show tonight. You adored watching Brad on stage. The way he exuded such confidence, such joy and positive energy, it radiated off him.
You heard the door open and smiled, looking over your shoulder to see him walk through the door.
“Hey baby,” you grinned. “How was it?”
You beckoned him over to you, and he flopped onto the couch next to you, immediately taking your hand into his. His rings felt cold for a moment, but your hands quickly warmed up together.
“It was amazing,” he smiled. “I wish you were there.”
“Me too,” you pouted. “But I’ll be at the next one, I promise.”
“Can’t wait,” he grinned.
“Want some tea?” you asked, moving the blanket so you could get up and make him one.
“Yes please, babe,” he said, his soft brown eyes melting your heart. “And one of those ginger biscuits you buy that I love so much?”
“Of course,” you laughed, placing the blanket over him and walking to the kitchen to boil the kettle and get the biscuits.
You were able to see the couch from the kitchen, and watched as Brad pulled his knees up and rested his head down on the arm of the couch. He always got sleepy after a show once his adrenaline depleted. He would crash and just want to cuddle on the couch.
You poured the tea and grabbed the cookies, making your way back to where Brad was. You set the mug on the table beside yours and placed the cookies down as well.
“Tired?” you asked, sitting back down beside him.
“Come here,” he mumbled, opening up the blanket inviting you in.
You lay down, cuddling into him as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours.
“You have the post show cuddles?” you joked, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.
“Mhm,” he mumbled, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved holding his hands, they made you feel safe.
“Can I stay here forever?” he asked.
“I wish,” you giggled. “Want your tea?”
“Just want to hold you,” he smiled sleepily, brushing his fingers across your cheek.
You loved when he got like this. For some reason, when he had an adrenaline crash he wanted nothing more than to be close to you, touching you everywhere and holding you close. It made you feel warm. Safe. Happy.
“Are you gonna do this even when I go to the show tomorrow?” you teased.
“Of course,” he replied. “I’m gonna do this all the time.”
He sat up reluctantly, sipping his tea and eating his biscuit, smiling blissfully. He turned to your, placing his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to your forehead, and then your lips.
“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he told you sincerely.
“And you’re mine,” you smiled, kissing him again.
He lay in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his curls, listening to the slowing and deepening of his breathing as he dozed off, drained from an amazing night.
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bedofherteeth · 10 months
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More than friends: amigos.
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bradsbabe · 2 months
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For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.
Summary | You and Brad have been together for almost a year, you both are happy together. You are even going on tour with Brad and the other boys and you couldn't be more happy, but ever since you got those hate messages from some "fans" you try your hardest to stay happy and not ruin the tour for Brad and the boys.
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pairings | brad simpson x fem reader
warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing
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“Why do you want to leave?” He asked.
“I feel like I made you mad and yeah I know I should have told you about the messages, but I thought if I ignored them and blocked them then they would leave me alone. So I think the best thing to do is go back home.” I said.
Brad sits on the bed quietly, his hands run through his curly hair and I can tell he is still irritated. 
“I'm not mad at you, just upset that you didn't come to me when all of this was happening, I told you I can put a stop to it, but you don't want me to. Why's that?
“Because I don't need you to fight my battles for me.” I blurted out. 
Brad gets up and walks to the door.
“B, I didn't mean it that way.” I said.
“Maybe, we should take a break from each other.” He said walking out of the hotel room.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks and I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in there, at this point I missed my flight, and I don't know what to do now.
***
“Hey, is everything okay?” Kirstie asked Brad.
“We kind of had a disagreement, and we are on a break.” Brad said in front of everyone.
Kirstie went to see if y/n was okay, but once she went into the hotel room she noticed that y/n was gone, but her suitcases and everything was still in the room, even her phone. James came into the room to check on y/n as well.
“Where is she?” James asked.
“I don't know, all of her stuff is still here, maybe she went to get fresh air.” Kirstie said.
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I needed fresh air, away from everyone, to think things through. I didn't want it to end up like this Brad breaking up with me, all because I didn't tell him about his fans hating me, for what, I don't know exactly what for. Maybe dating a celebrity was a wrong thing, but I don't see Brad as a celebrity, I see him as a normal, fun, outgoing, down to earth guy, who loves to spend time with family and friends and do normal things. I saw a couple of fans still waiting at the place where the boys are performing at, I guess they have another meet and greet. A few of them noticed me and came walking up to me.
“Aren't you dating Brad?” One of the girls said. I just nod my head.
“We noticed there are a couple of fan pages that have been hating on you, but we just want you to know we love you, and we are sorry people are mean and cruel, and if it's okay can we take a picture with you?” Another girl said.
“Thank you, and of course.” I said.
I talked to them for a few more minutes. I wasn't going in the building, I decided to explore France, which I was supposed to be doing with Brad, but things changed. I saw a cute little café, I went in and ordered a coffee and just sat there enjoying the view.
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Brad's trying to enjoy the meet and greet, but with everything going on he seems more irritated and even some of the fans have noticed. The same group of girls that met with y/n was next in line and they started to talk about y/n, and Brad overheard them talking about the drama between y/n and those fan pages. Brad decided to walk out of the meet and greet, he tried calling y/n, but it went straight to voice-mail. Brad walks back to the hotel hoping that you're still there so he can apologize for what happened. Once he gets in he sees you watching tv.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I was mad at myself for not noticing what was happening, I don't want a break at all, I tried calling you, but I guess you don't want to talk to me. I wouldn't blame you. Brad said.
“I just came back in and my phone is dead, don't be mad at yourself, you didn't know, and I'm sorry for not telling you I just wanted you to have a fun tour, not have to worry about anything. I got you something. I saw this and thought of you.” I said grabbing a small box and handing it to Brad.
He opens it and inside is a small red heart necklace that I thought was cute for Brad. He immediately puts it on and hugs me.
“Thank you, I love it and I love you so fucking much.” Brad said.
He grabs my face gently and kisses me. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me. 
“I want you so bad, I need you now.” Brad said in between kisses.
“What are you waiting for then?” I said tugging on his shirt hinting him to take it off.
Before we got any further, there was a knock at the door.
“Just ignore it.” I said as I  unbuttoned his pants.
“Brad, open up.” James yelled.
Brad groans and gets up and button his pants. I fix myself and sit up from the bed. Brad opens the door and James and Kirstie come walking in.
“We were worried about you both, is everything okay.” James asked.
“Yes, we were actually in the middle of a TV show.” Brad lied. 
James looked at the tv and laughed, but before he got to say something Kirstie grabbed him and walked out of the room.
“We'll see you both in the morning.” She said pushing James out and closing the door. 
“Now where were we?” He asked, pushing me against the wall.
I started to unbutton his pants again, he was only in his boxers this time.
“It's your turn.” He said, pulling my shirt off of me.
"Make me yours.", I breathe out and his hands caress the length of my legs, pulling my pants down. He looks me in the eyes as his hands go back to my thighs. He grabs my thong, taking it off.
"You'll be mine after tonight". Brad says as he caresses my legs, pulling them apart gently, he drops to his knees, positioning his head between my legs. My cheeks burn and I gulp when his mouth starts kissing on my inner thighs, All of a sudden he stands up.
“Come on no teasing.” I whined. He picks me up and lightly throws me on the bed.
“There won't be any teasing.” He whispers.
“Wait, do you have a condom?” 
“No, but we should be fine without.” He said.
 He guides himself inside me, little by little like it was our first time. We both moan when it slides all the way in. He slowly slides in and out of me. He moves, as he's hovering over me, his arms on both sides of my head, and he buries his face into my neck, kissing and biting at my sweet spots. 
We end the night together in a relaxing warm bath.
“How about you and I go explore France together tomorrow.” 
“I'd love that.” I said snuggling into him.
Brad's phone rings and he gets up from the tub and wraps a towel around his waist and grabs his phone and answers it. The look on his face tells me it's bad news, I get out and wrap a towel around me and wait until he's done talking to whoever it is.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, just Joe telling me to be on my best behavior tomorrow night.” He said.
“That reminds me, I have to go tell the boys about one of the songs I added in.” He said.
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Brad is walking to Joe's room, and knocks on the door waiting for him to let him in. Once he get in he pace back and forth.
“Could we possibly take it down?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, but it'll take some time to, don't worry we'll take it down, hopefully tomorrow y/n will not see it.” Joe said.
Brad's walking back to the room, once he walks in he sees y/n sound asleep. He covers her and kisses her forehead. Brad walks to Jame's room.
“Is everything okay?” James asked.
“Do you remember that night in Italy at the club?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, why.”
“Well someone sent out the video of me and tris and a group of girls, I don't remember it at all and well to me it looks bad like I cheated on y/n, and if she sees it, she'll break up with me. Joe's trying to take it down before y/n sees it.” Brad said.
“You did nothing wrong, I know it may look like that but y/n will not believe any of it. Trust me she loves you man, and we all know nothing happened during that time.” James said.
“I just hope y/n doesn't see it.” Brad said.
Author: Thank you for all the love on the first part! And I hope you all like this one as well!
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imaginesxthevamps · 1 year
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Please this man, I can't😭❤
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Sir, have some mercy on me
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bwsbubbles · 2 months
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So did anyone see the tweet?
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