some fluff content to lighten my mood????? pleaseeeeeee love, ily
I think we all need this. Also I hope you’re doing well and staying safe.
Warnings: nothing but pure cuteness.
Your hands on his as you guided him thru the steps into the front door. His voice sounded funnier and curious as he complained about having his eyes covered with a red bandana and his blanked vision.
"Oh, oh, I smell fresh paint!!!" He sniffed and scrunch his nose, almost falling because you forgot to tell him about the last step into the hall. "BABE!! Weren’t you supposed to guide me?" He grabbed your hands firmly as you helping him into the house and closed the door behind you two.
"I am guiding you. If you stop making a lot of questions and interrupt my instructions..." You rolled your eyes and smiled, leading him along the empty hall.
Taking a quick look at his figure your heart melted at the cuteness. He looked extremely handsome with some jeans dungarees and a black sweater under it. Hair a mess and some facial hair that he purposefully forgot to shave that morning. It was sunday and the days were getting darker and colder. You laughed remembering how old that red bandana was, that you found in the back of his car, and the way he use to wear it in his hair every single day, a few years back.
"I need you to dress up really quick and give me your car keys". You said stepping into his house after giving him a small peck on his cheek and making your way into the living room. Him following you with a curious expression. "Oh hi, Ms. Simpson." You smiled widely, noticing his mom on the other side of the room.
"Hmm- first of all how about hello love of my life, i've missed you dearly? Secondly, there's no way i'm letting you drive my precious car". He laughed and fall on the couch, grabbing the tv remoter.
"Hi love, its so nice to see you!" Anne smiled and left the atention on her laptop to look at you. "Good luck on draggin that slug out of my couch, darling." Her sentence made all three laught and after what felt like hours convincing him, you were driving, proudly of course, to the house you and Brad choose to move in together. Your first house.
"Don't roll your eyes at me". He whined and pouted bringing you from your own thoughts.
"How do you know if I rolled my eyes?" You laughed and asked curious.
"I heard it." He tried to controll his laugh and you lightly tapped on his shoulder. "Hey!! Don't hit the blind man!!" He pouted again and you caught his lips with a sweet peck, taking him off guard. “I hope this isn’t some halloween scary shit babe, I know how much you insanely love this spooky season”. He giggled.
"Oh can you just shut up already?". Your hands grabbed the fabric covering his eyes and gently pull the fabric backwards, pushing his hair back in the process. "There you go." You smiled.
He was looking at you before recognising the space. You were both in the middle of the empty living room. He was about to talk again with his brows furrowing but you grabbed his cheeks and move his face to the side gently, making him look at the other corner of the room. His eyes widen as he recognised the big wooden object placed by the window. He was speachless as he walked in its direction. The object was his old piano, the one he learned how to play when he was younger, in his grandparents house.
"I’ve wasked your father to help me move it". You said as you followed his figure around the room. The light coming from the window gave him a beautiful glow and you swore that his eyes were sparkling. "I think it will look great with the rest of the forniture. We could just leave it here, if you want".
"This was my first piano." He sat on the bench and opened the board covering the keys. "I--" He looked at you with a grin. "Thank you, m’love." You winked and aproach him. You hugged him from behind and placed your chin on his shoulder. “I loved it, (y/n). I love you.” His head moved to the side and kissed your cheek.
"I can't wait to waste all sundays listening you playing for me." You whispered into his ear and he sighed. His hands already moving along the white keys and filling the empty house and your ears with soft calm music. This would certainly be the beginning of many moments together.
but in all honesty, how good would this movie be? like it's the same guy in different fonts, imagine the hot british accents in it. harry and brad are already singers and we all know tom plays the guitar. like the good looks, the voices, the all round sexiness and attractiveness. this movie would be the death of me
like honestly?? how good are these? just my type is the absolute best video they ever made, like the scenes, the setting of Morocco, it's so beautiful that song is my drug and don't even get me started on the personal mv, like how sexy is that dance, I literally play that song on full volume every time it comes on. hair too long is so pretty and rad the director literally said Brad just keep walking and singing and bam, music video ready. these three music videos will be the reason of my death one day.
Summary: As a twenty-two year old student coming from a strict family who wants you to become a doctor, it wasn’t it easy to live your other life. The life they didn’t know of. The life that made you happy but that made you burst out in tears in the bathroom every time you knew you had to choose. That life with Bradley Will Simpson.
Brad Simpson x she/her and they/them reader
Side note: I really need to learn how to write with using pronouns for “everyone” but you’re still free to read it! You’re definitely welcome
Warning: Brad Simpson is a grown up man, not just a fictional character you can dream of.
Genre: angst, mentions of sex?, swearing, fluff
- Based on “Nothing But You” of The Vamps
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Words: 2,1k
As the saying goes: love makes blind. You always laughed that idea off but one person in the whole world proved you wrong. One person makes you feel the definition of love. The definition of butterflies and you absolutely wouldn’t change him for any money in the planet - not even the universe - and that was for sure.
A slight wave of panic touched you body and you didn’t know you were sleeping in someone else’s bed ‘till now. The soft snoring coming from your left side is calming you down a little bit. How badly you wanted to whisper his name and let him fill up your ears with his sleepy, harsh voice - it always sounded like angelic music that you wanted to replay over and again - you just couldn’t wake him up.
Giving him the idea that something was on your liver; you didn’t want to cause him that pain. Even though he would love to meet your family, you weren’t ready for that. You never were.
The soft sound of the hoe of your slippers went through the room, knowing you had to be quiet as a little mouse. Because Brad was looking so peaceful, he completely disappeared in his own wonderland where he was his own Alice. And ofcourse with a lot of puppies named Jessie.
All of sudden a groan came out of nowhere. Bradley started opening his eyes and stretched himself for a bit. The sun’s slipping through the white curtains of the dorm as your boyfriend was reaching out for you. “Babe?”
Not much later he found you sitting on the edge of the bed and he immediately bite on his tongue, without even noticing it. One look at you was enough for him to realize something was off. That you wanted to leave. Again. “Hey, where do we think we are going?”
“I... uh, I’m pretty late for my doctors appointment.” That’s all you could come up with. A lie. And it wasn’t a secret you’ve lied before about things like these. Let’s just hope you weren’t lying ‘bout loving him.
“Baaaaabe, I’ve played enough games to see through a lie-” He couldn’t help but couldn’t stay serious as you pushed his chest slightly.
“Oh c’mon, are you really imitating one of your lyrics?!” A grin leaves your sore throat and his white teeth catch your e / y / c eyes. The touch of your cold hand with his bare skin left shivers running down his spine. As you bite your lower lip, you could notice the happiness in his eyes but also fear and sadness.
And no matter how much you love each other, it breaks your heart every once you know he’s thinking of there’s probably coming a day you’ll leave him. Both of you are terrified by those thoughts crossing your minds. Bradley clears his throat and gets upright to scrub the back of your body. “I... Y / n, I know you don’t like sharing your thoughts with me but you have to know I love you.”
“I know that, Brad. And I really love you. I do.”
“But?” He answers whereby a short silence falls. “Brad- I can’t do this now.” So many months he had been waiting patiently and never could think of anything else than you. But it’s starting to get annoying ‘cause he hates to tell his family and friends he has found someone who is ashamed to express her feelings to her own family, so he doesn’t tell anything at all.
“Y / n, you’ve been telling me the same each day for months now. I’m not sure anymore. I’m not sure of anything anymore- I am not sure of us! You tell me you’d love me forever but I don’t think we have the same definition of forever.”
“What? What are you trying to tell me? Do you want to break up- well, go on! Do it! Instead of pushing me to something I don’t want to.”
“No- that’s not what I meant... see, that’s what happens every time when we’re talking about our relationship! You blame me for everything but you?”
Angry enough to leave you answer shortly. “This conversation is over.” You guys never have fought about something like this and deeply no one of you have ever meant this. It’s just the love making each other blind...
Even though Brad’s voice echoed through the streets, calling out for you, you didn’t turn around or even placed your look. All you did was cry and drive all the way along to your house.
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“Oh thank God! Young lady- you are going to sit down and tell me why Harvard called me ‘cause you weren’t present!” Each spot of skin on your cheeks got covered in tears. “Mom... listen, I’m sorry.” As your heart isn’t beating that fast anymore, you’re feeling nothing but everything at once. You don’t know what you have to think of yourself.
“Is that all what you got? And why is your hair so messed up?!”
“I-” She shakes her head at you and the madness in her eyes already said enough. “That’s it! You got house arrest for three months!”
“Three months?! Mom, I’m twenty two-” Your mother’s mouth makes a clicking sound, meaning she’s interrupting you and you can’t defend yourself. “As long you live under my roof, you live with my rules.”
“Goddamn, in a few years I’ll have my diploma and I will be a doctor. Then will I earn enough money so that I finally can get out of this rotten house!” The gasp filling your ears wanted to make you laugh but you just ran off.
As minutes are passing by, it still was feeling you were trapped in time. It was all happening over and over and you can’t hold it together anymore. This shit has been going on for too long...
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Messages on read. Busy talking, crying and screaming into your pillow. Until there’s nothing left to say.
It has been weeks but nothing. Not even a call or a guy with the biggest smile ever standing in front of you, wanting to apologize for what happened. Just nothing and you couldn’t stand that. You miss him and fucked everything up. What if it never gets back to normal? What if he breaks up with you? What if he found someone else? Someone else better?
“Y / n, someone’s at the door for you. He seems to know you.” And that was your brother, being two years younger than you and not even putting effort in respecting your privacy or even knocking on your door.
“He?” Your voice pretty much needs a little pause. It’s sounding so broken but yet enough to ask something. “Who is it?”
“I don’t know- maybe get up of your lazy ass and say he has to leave because he’s been standing there for ten minutes!”
“Ten minutes? And you just didn’t get the idea to go upstairs and tell me there was a guest?”
“Oh God, just stop. You’re not my mother.” Pretty irritated was your brother named Joe sounding before he lets out a sigh and runs off. To top it off, he didn’t even close your door and then you roll with your eyes, only to stroll off the staircase.
Your hair is completely messed up and all you were wearing black sweatpants, combined with a pink t-shirt you can’t remember where you got it from. It was also clearly that the dark circles under your eyelids are giving you away. How fast your body was moving - just like your heart - you almost wanted to turn around and lock yourself up but that did not happen. Your brain never wanted to do the same as your body...
A meeting with a pair of known eyes stops your heart from beating. The same eyes you’ve seen for months was been filled with sadness and regret now. It took a long minute to only see the two of you standing there, staring into each other’s eyes. There was nothing to say and yet you guys are having the desire to burst out. To burst out and kiss each other. But no one was moving.
“Hey, I heard someone is missing me lots...”
You still looked him straight in the eyes but noticed how he was leaning against the door frame and in one hand your favorite flowers. So cliché but all what matters is that he loves you.
“What? What are you doing here, Brad?” As you answers while feeling guilty that you didn’t say “sorry” immediately. That you were looking like a mess and that you came into his life. He deserves so much better.
“I... I just heard someone’s suffering. Because of me. And I don’t want you to do that.”
Confused but still biting on your lower lip, you try to answer properly without stuttering or almost wanting to cry. “Umm... I don’t... understand...”
“Looks like you forgot your little sister sometimes steals your phone to text me in the middle of the night?” The smeared mascara and handkerchiefs scattered everywhere on the floor didn’t matter anymore, he could still make you laugh whenever he wanted. He knew he was your yellow.
“Oh God, that kid really knows how to unlock phones and she’s only eight!”
Bradley could pretty much see the corners of your mouth getting slightly curled. God, he missed that face. He also was seeing how a deep crimson color is appearing on your cheeks. And how you were trying to hide it. That’s cute.
“Yeah, she’s pretty smart.”
The tone in Brad’s voice makes you realize there’s more than that. Him letting out a deep sigh already makes you cross your arms. The way shivers are running through your body and he’s getting serious.
“There’s actually something else she told me too...” His answer made him look away from you for a few seconds but he keeps on talking. “... you’re not happy here. And I can see that... I want to run away... with you.”
“Oh, wow, I don’t know what to say... b-but what about The Vamps?”
“They’ll understand it; especially if I tell them it’s with the girl of my dreams.”
“Wow, you really know how to use your charm, huh?”
“Otherwise I shouldn’t be standing here in front of your door.”
The two voices that suddenly became whispers, intelligible enough for each other did not stop the two of you. You could feel the tension and chemistry and his warm breath touches your face. It left traces of driving crazy hormones that would force you to kiss him any moment. His hands found his way to place them on your hips and you would pull him closer to you.
So close as a sweet smile formed on his lips, not giving you the space to send a smile back as fire flowed through your lips. It was definitely tingling and leaving butterflies. That’s called a feeling you’d like never to end.
“Y / n Y l / n, there’s nothing I need- except you. I want nothing but you. I want to show you you’re the most beautiful person and I couldn’t imagine a life with you. So that’s why I want to ask you to come with me? Just the two of us. What do you think?”
“Bradley Will Simpson, I would love to. I’m tired of this shit though. I need something new. I need to focus on my life. Actually... I need to focus on you and not on what my family thinks.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
“Now I want you to say it.” That’s so typical for Bradley but a frown creeps over your face. He wraps an arm around you. “Wait what?” The grin never disappears as he whispers in your ear. “That you dream about me. Naked.”
“Oh, you’re such an idiot!”
“But I’m your idiot...” You were not looking at him but you practically knew he was grinning. That guy loves his own humor and he knows you also do.
“Can’t disagree with that.” Thereafter a quick, dry kiss but yet lovingly got planted on your right cheek. Even though you pushed him away for months, he still did not gave up on you. Because that’s how Bradley Will Simpson works. He chooses the right people and guess what?
He loves you with all his heart and you feel exactly the same towards him. Not even a single thing could stop you from loving him...
