brad stand


BRAD | I’m only happy when you shine the light of your love on me. And nearly losing you, I couldn’t breathe. I will treasure every minute of every day, my love knows no bounds.
LUCAS | You did this, you are why were are here today. You handed your heart to me. Because of you, I learned to be vulnerable. I learned to have faith you’ll love me, even when I fail. You gave your heart to me, your love saved my life.

Mainblog masterlist

I feel like I haven’t been writing as much lately, so I just thought I’d give you guys the links to my Vamps writing on my mainblog… Here you go :)

1. Brad imagine for Aiesha

2. Brad imagine, you move to Birmingham

3. Picture imagine

4. Brad imagine for Elisa

5. Tristan imagine for Charley

6. Brad imagine, you have a nightmare

7. Connor imagine, you meet him

8. Connor imagine, you two fight

9. Brad imagine, you’re scared from a movie

10. Tristan imagine, he’s on tour

11. He gets jealous of another member

12. Argument

13, Connor’s sister, Brad’s girlfriend

14. Brad imagine, he comforts you

15. Tristan imagine, management doesn’t like you

16. Brad imagine, he stands up for you

17. Connor imagine, he asks you to stay the night

18. Brad imagine, he asks you to stay the night

19. James imagine, you’re studying for exams

20. Tristan imagine, meeting the other boys

21. Tristan imagine, you fight then make up

22. Brad imagine, he’s overprotective

23. Brad imagine, a lazy day

24. Tristan imagine, your anniversary

25. Brad imagine, you go to a school dance

26. James imagine, you hate each other but end up dating

27. Brad imagine, he finds out you self harm

28. Brad imagine, a day in NYC

29. Connor imagine, a day out with your daughter

30. James blurb, smut

31. James imagine, pillow fights

32. Connor blurb, make up sex

33. Tristan imagine, you have the flu

34. Brad blurb, late night chats

35. Brad imagine, he’s hyper

35. The vamps blurb, after the break up

36. Blurb, what kind of girl he falls for

37. Brad blurb, a romantic dinner

38. Connor imagine, you watch a scary movie

39. James imagine, he meets your kid

40. Connor imagine, you go sledding

41. Brad blurb, sex after a long day at work

42. His nickname for you

43. Tristan imagine, you give birth

44. Brad picture imagine

45. Brad imagine, the boys find out about your relationship

46. Brad imagine, a day at the beach

47. Blurb, they help you masterbate

48. Brad imagine, you hate each other but end up dating

48. Brad picture imagine

49. Brad imagine, you meet at a concert

50. Blurb, tickle fights

midterm stress

A/N: this is short and sweet, thanks anon for the request i loved writing this because it gave me such brad feels, so here ya go. also I’m catching up on requests so bare with me, ill try to get some done since todays a snow day for me (:

it was the last day of midterms and you needed to make sure you passed this test so that you could get by in this class. you had been studying all day ever since you’ve gotten home and you had all of your papers laid out on the bed spread out trying to organize everything. you heard the door creak open when you saw brad standing there with a cheeky smile on his face while holding a taco bell bag. “what are you doing brad” you laughed. “i thought my smart girlfriend would want some taco bell to eat for your study sesh” he giggled dropping off. “your the best” you said grabbing a taco from the bag and taking a bite. you continued going over your notes as brad went to walk out. “brad, babe you can sit in here if youd like im not kicking you out. itll only be another half hour tops i promise”  he then headed over to the couch to open up his laptop for a bit. you were going through vocab for biology and you kept getting the same thing wrong every time  you tried maybe five times through with your flash cards until you tossed them in frustration. “well i guess im gonna fail, because i cant do anything right” you said with your hands over your face. brad rushed directly over to you “baby, dont say that. youll get it. you’re the smartest girl i know” he said holding to the side of your face. “but i cant brad, ive been doing this all day and i know im gonna fail this” you said almost crying. “shhh baby girl no tears, why dont you take a break i miss my baby’s cuddles” he said hugging you with his breath hitting the side of your neck. “oh alright, only because youre the cutest boyfriend like ever” you said kissing him swiftly. “thats my girl, now move these papers so i can actually cuddle with you and watch some tv” he said giggling piling the papers together and put them on the couch.

he wrapped his hands around you and peppered kisses all over your neck. “i love you so much baby i hate seeing you cry” he whispered lovingly in your ear. “im sorry im just extreamly stressed and i need this class to graduate” you said turning to face him. “dont apologize, i just want you to relax. and i think i have a few ideas” he said bringing his face closer to yours. you smiled at your boyfriend in content “yeah? whatd you have in mind then?” leaning even closer. he chuckled starting to kiss you holding your waist  leaning on top of you starting to lick the bottom of your lip, you opening your mouth allowng his tongue to trace the inside of your mouth. “well, a little bit of that, and hm of this” he said before grabbing your butt causing you to squeal. “and maybe a little bit of this” he chuckled before tracing his lips down to your chest. you were a mess under his touch and he knew it. “i love how i could make you get all flustered” he chuckled. you then took the chance to flip him over and straddle his waist whilst he had a shocked expression on his face. “now whos all flustered?” you asked sarcastically. “kiss me” he mumbled bringing his face close to yours. you decided to tease him a little bit so you started of kissing him very slowly biting his bottom lip, causing him to groan. you began rocking your hips a little bit before kissing him. “babe if you dont cut that out im gonna cum in my pants” he said with a laugh. “stop what?” you asked sucking on his neck. “oh fuck babe, you’re killing me” he said with a groan. you pulled away finally and sat down give him one more peck on the cheek. “how was that for a break babe?” he smirked. “i think i need to have those type of breaks every day of the week” you laughed. “im down for it anytime, any day of the week babygirl” he said sweetly. “brad, i love you so much. thanks for calming me down” you said cuddling into him. “i love you too, so much. i dont think youll ever fully understand how much i care for you baby” he said kissing you on your forehead cutely.

Brad imagine, you have a panic attack around the other boys; 

[Requested on wattpad] 

“I’ll be right back, okay babe? I just need to use the washroom quickly,” Brad says, standing up from the bench in the mall. You and the boys all decided to go to the mall for the afternoon, but after walking around for at least two hours, you’re all resting your feet for a little bit. “Okay, hurry back,” you reply, smiling as Brad walks off to find the washrooms. You turn your body to look at Tristan, who’s sitting next to you. “Anywhere else in the mall you guys want to go?” You inquire. “Don’t think so,” Tristan says. “I might want to go to the shoe store and get new running shoes,” James says. Connor shakes his head. “I’m fine.” A loud scream makes you jump and tense up. You see about five girls rushing over to you and the boys. Tristan smiles widely when he sees a Vamps shirt on one of the girls. “Hello,” Connor says as he stands up to greet them. James does the same, giving one of the girls a hug. Tristan walks over to the girls, but you stay seated - as you’re not a fan of crowds. The small amount of girls doesn’t bother you, but when more girls start to crowd around you, you begin you panic.You stand up so the air around you isn’t so stuffy. The boys don’t seem to notice your discomfort, and they continue to greet and take pictures with their fans. You look around and realize that the small group of girls has turned into at least twenty or thirty teenage girls, all pushing their way through to the boys. A whimper leaves your mouth when you feel your chest tighten. Your body begins to quiver, and tears fall down your cheeks freely. “Tris!” You call out desperately, gasping for breath. Tristan looks around at the sound of your voice, and once he spots, you he frowns. “Everyone make a path please, Con, go get Brad,” he says loudly, making his way to you. Soon, Tristan’s hands are on your shoulders and he’s leading you over to a quiet wall where he can calm you down. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s alright, you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around your trembling form and rubs your back gently. “Brad will be here soon, it’ll be okay.” You feel your tears starting to stop, and your chest beginning to loosen up. “You’re alright,” Tristan whispers. “Y/N!” Brad exclaims as he runs over. Tristan lets you go gently and allows Brad to take his place. You hug Brad’s torso and bury your face in his chest. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here with you,” he murmurs against your hair. “It’s okay. Tristan helped,” you reply in a small voice. Brad looks at Tristan and mouths thank you. Tristan nods and smiles slightly, then goes back to the fans with Connor. Brad kisses your head. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. You’ll always be safe in my arms.”

The Burnt Couch on Jason Street

Fox Mulgrew thinks he’s a pretty reasonable person. He’s on team yellow so like, he’s pretty chill. It took him a whole week to level up to ten, and he hasn’t gone running around screaming about charizards at six in the morning which is more than he can say for his little brother.

He imagines his fellow lacrosse players are going to be more chill about it when he gets back to Samwell for the pre-season. He gets out of the car and discovers Chad, Chaz, Mitt, and Brad standing on the front porch looking suspiciously across the street at the SMH team’s house. There’s a scorch mark on the front yard that Fox can’t explain, and all four of his teammates are staring at it apprehensively.

“What’s up?” Fox asks, feeling his phone ding in his pocket. He pulls it out and glances at the new pokestop that’s just cropped up. It’s not quite close enough for him to spin the disc, but when he clicks on it, it shows a picture of a green couch on fire and he’s pretty sure that’s the best pokestop he’s ever seen.

“The hockey house is a pokestop,” Chad says. “And it’s not close enough for us to get it.”

“Why is the picture a couch on fire?” Fox asks.

“Their new captain? The tiny blond kid? First day of pre-season, he got the others to drag it out to the front lawn and lit it on fucking fire,” Mitt explains. “Google happened to be going by while it burned.”

Fox takes in all of their terrified, quivering forms and sighs.

“Give me your phones,” he commands, collecting all their iPhones and then Chaz’s android that prevents them from naming the group chat.

They beg him not to as he crosses the street.

He discovers that he only has to be on the very edge of the lawn in order to spin the disc, but with five phones in hand, it takes a little longer than he’d like. It takes long enough that one of the hockey players comes out onto the front porch and stares at him with one raised eyebrow.

“Sup,” Fox says, giving him a bro nod.

“What team are you?” the hockey player asks, crossing his arms.

He’s kind of hot, Fox notices. Dark eyes with matching hair in a perfectly maintained undercut, nicely dressed, and plus he plays hockey and Fox might necessarily hate the hockey team because he’s a lacrosse player, but that hasn’t stopped him from reading ESPN’s body issue when it comes out and the hockey players are always worth it.

“Instinct,” Fox says, spinning Chaz’s phone. “You?”

“Valour,” the hockey bro says. He looks across the street at the lacrosse house. “Are you the only one brave enough to cross the street?”

“Yeah,” Fox says. The hockey bro smirks. “What’s your name?”

“Whiskey,” the hockey bro says.

“Seriously?” Fox asks. “What about that other kid on your team who’s always asking every question forever? He was in my intro to poli-sci class last year.”

“Tango,” Whiskey replies.

“Seriously?” Fox asks again.

“Yeah,” Whiskey says. “Who are you?”

“Foxtrot,” he hears himself say, even though that is not the correct answer. His name is just Fox.

But Whiskey is smirking again and Fox kind of likes it a lot more than he should.

“Nice to meet you Foxtrot,” Whiskey says. “I guess we’ll be seeing you around.”

And yeah, Fox can really go for that.

The Caracal. A talented portrait photographer has moved on from capturing traditional human subjects - instead photographing a stunning variety of wild animals. Brad Wilson, 51, stands just feet away from the likes of tigers, rhinos, elephants and primates. Each animal is given the same respect and dignity as any human subject, with Brad setting up a full photographic studio, either at or near sanctuaries and zoos across the U.S. The works are the second part of Brad’s Affinity series, which the photographer - based in Los Angeles, California, USA - first started working on in 2010
Picture: Brad Wilson/Caters