brad stand


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  1. Ian McKellen - X-Men: The Last Stand
  2. Brad Pitt - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
  3. Patrick Stewart - X-Men Origins: Wolverine
  4. Arnold Schwarzenegger - Terminator: Salvation
  5. Jeff Bridges - Tron: Legacy
  6. Michael Douglas - Ant-Man
  7. Robert Downey Jr. - Captain America: Civil War
  8. Anthony Hopkins - Westworld
  9. Carrie Fisher - Rogue One
  10. Johnny Depp - Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

Yea, though they walk through the uncanny valley, may they fear no evil.

Reunited again-m

Y/N sees Justin at the wedding but will she be able to keep her hands off him? mature, enjoy :)

“Y/N, you were the most beautiful women i’ve ever laid my eyes on and i promise to always remind you every time we spend together. You are my light, soul and forever my baby. I love you Y/N.”

The AWWS echoing the room in return, the audience totally smitten by Brad’s loving speech.

“Y/N, do you take this man to be your husband here’s standing before you, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Your eyes have a hard time focusing on Brad’s face, splitting a glance at Justin, who was standing behind brad. Justin’s honey orbs were focused on you, his hand clutched together in front of him, his posture straight, not a slight feeling of being uncomfortable.

“Yes, i do.” your voice not quivering, which surprised you.

You straighten yourself as you prepare to have a super amazing night, planning on you to dance heaps with your girlfriends. Brad was drinking alot more than expected as he and the others were chugging down the vodka shots like water. You spot Justin sitting around the counter, sipping his drink slowly. You were actually surprised Justin would turn up at your wedding. Brad begged Justin to be one of his best mates as he knew you and Justin had been ‘bestfriends’ for 3 years. You and justin were best friends, best friends with benefits, best friends who couldn’t keep each other’s hands off. After getting into a serious relationship with Brad, you had to cut all sexual ties with Justin. But this didn’t help as Justin and Brad were step brothers, their parents recently got married, which meant whenever Brad was around, Justin was somewhere nearby. You had known Justin first, ever since you were 18, the years eventually went by, work was a handful and Justin was always there to lend a hand, if you knew what i meant. The relationship went up until you were 21, you realised your feelings had risen, you were scared but didn’t admit it. You and Justin fought many times while together but also had so many memories that you couldn’t forget. Brad was serious about getting together, he was mature as he was 5 years older than you and Justin. You couldn’t help but fall for Brad’s charm, despite this, you still hadn’t had a day where you didn’t think about Justin.

You send your thoughts aside as your strut up to him nervously, your hands becoming clammy.


Justin shifts his attention to the similar voice that he knew all too well. 

“Would you like a drink to celebrate your special day?” 

His voice laced with venom. You slightly ignore it. 

“I’m glad you came today,” you began to say.

“WHY did you invite me Y/N? I clearly told you to leave me out!” 

Justin harshly shouts at you, his voice loud and clearly angry but his face expressionless, to hide out what was really happening between you and Justin. 

You side glance around you, quickly averting your eyes to Brad, he seemed to not be noticed. 

“Justin, this hasn’t been easy for me either!” you seethe back.

“Oh really?” he scoffs, not believing you. 

“Yes! i’ve missed you too ok?” You whisper out, looking away from Justin’s stare. 

Justin swings his body to face the front, twisting in his chair, his face not longer facing you. You were slightly getting agitated at his immature actions. You drag him harshly by his forearm and drag him in the elevator.  


You forcefully drag him into the spare room upstairs. You mentally thank Brad for renting out the whole building. You slam the door close behind you, before you stare solely into Justin’s eyes, your eyes focusing hungrily at his presence.

You emotionally clash your lips into his, your mouths moving hungrily together, teeth clashing together. You pull away and gasp desperately for air as if you’ve held your breath underwater for an hour. You quickly pull at his blue tuxedo and clumsily pull at his tie, wanting to get the damn thing off.

“Here let me do it,” Justin places his hands gently on yours, you instantly slap them away. 

You were a panting mess, you were out of control, your mind wasn’t functioning at all. Justin’s tie was only slightly out of place, you had no idea how to undo a tie. You were too impatient to even care. 

Justin carries you by gripping your back thighs and places you gently flat on the bed, your black heels falling off in the process. 

“Just get in me. i miss you too much,” you say, not caring about anything but the pleasure Justin could give you.

You hadn’t even seen justin in months, despite having sex together. You grip justin’s legs together with your legs wrapping around them, trapping him. Justin stood at the end of the bed, watching your shaky movements. 

You begin to hungrily undo his belt and also had a hard time doing it, your hands were unsteady and almost trembling. Justin hands replaces yours and you sigh out and let him unbuckle it. He easily unbuckles it, yanking his boxers and dress pants down his knees in one go. Your eyes stare hungrily at his growing shaft. You bite your bottom lip as you see the sight not being able to resist but to reach out and grab him. Justin groans lowly at your hands being in contact with his sensitive member. 

“B-aby another time,” Justin declines, remembering Brad was downstairs, along with your whole family.

You nod as you realise you had a time limit. You lie flat, your hair falling effortlessly around your face. You raise your hips up and roll up your black dress at your hips, exposing your lace panties. You see justin eyeing your every move with hungry eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

Justin pushes you further up the bed, letting you sit your upper body against the bed frame before he crawls onto the bed. You stare down at him, curious to what he was doing. 

“I’ve missed you so much but i mostly miss how sweet you fucking taste.” 

Justin rips your flimsy fabric off, letting them fall on the spreadsheet, before gripping your thighs with his large hands and pulling your lower body up towards his hungry mouth. You squeak out as you feel your posture being ruined. 

Justin suddenly fully sucks on your clit, making you gasp out. You grasp onto his light locks, ruining his perfect styled hair. 

“Fuck, i miss this so much,” he mumbles lowly, the vibrations go start to your clit.

You continue to moan and pant as Justin continues to eat you up. You whine out as you feel your clit being sucked and abused at an intense pace, your orgasm approaching as you feel your lower stomach tighten. Justin starts rubbing with his thumb, the feeling in your lower stomach, so intense, you were gonna explode any second now. You flutter your eyes open to see justin staring back at you with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Cumming already babygirl?” 

His lips were covered in your arousal, his chin dripping and the sides of his lips. You moan at the sight, reminding you of all the times he did this. You felt weak, you hips lifting off the bed as he started to rub the daylight out of you. You lay there, breathing heavily, weak from your amazing orgasm. 

Justin suddenly pushes your whole body, forcing you lie fully flat on the bed. He hovers over you and plunges his shaft into your core. You fell the whole of his rock hard shaft rubbing against your walls, making you moan out at the feeling. 


Justin curses as he slides into you, your walls closing around his member, the pleasure taking over his entire body making him fall into a hole and hitting his insides with a trembling shake. 

“this fucking pussy, always so tight for me.” 

You clench at his dirty words. Justin groans in response. The sweat starts to rise up your bodies as he begins to pace himself into you at a steady but slow pace, making sure he could feel all of you. 

“faster,” you pant out.

“You like it rough aye baby girl? i almost forgot how much you could take.” 

With that, Justin speeds up his pace, until he is leaving in and out of your in an inhuman pace. Justin groans out in pleasure as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent of perfume.  His supports himself with his elbows as he continues to grind into your core. 

“I’ve never stopped loving you. I fucking love you Y/N. I know you love me too.” 

He latches his teeth into your neck sucking harshly which makes you moan out in pleasure and pain. 

“I do love you. i’ve always have,” You pant out, the truth spilling from your lips. 

“Fuck. i’m there already. see what you do to me Y/N.” 

Justin pants continuously into your neck. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. You reach down between the moving bodies and harshly rub against your bundle of nerves. Justin sees this action. With one elbow supporting himself, he reaches down to help you out. He rubs harsher, quicker, his two finger so fast that it makes you whine out, the sensitively from before making it more intense. 

“I almost forgot how much you love my fingers.” 

You feel your orgasm taking you by surprise, you shut your eyes as the pleasure washes over you. The feeling so intense, you weren’t able to let out a single noise as your lips are formed into a ‘o’. 

The clenching and rubbing, along with your shaking and pants, justin lets his load into you, unable to hold off any longer. He falls flat against your body, huffing and breathing heavily as he lays there for a moment. 

Your eyes are open wide as your realise what you had just done. You lay there, shook at ever as you felt the tears of shame and anger cover your sight. You were madly in love with Justin. You realise that now, you had always known but you were finally able to admit it. You gently wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.

Brad Simpson Imagine

Today had been a lazy day. You had just been watching Netflix and lounging around the house on your day off. You were expecting a delivery and you had to wait to make sure they receive their pavement before you go anywhere. Finally, at about three o’clock in the afternoon there was a knock at the front door. You pause the show you had been watching and answer the front door. 

A young woman is standing there with a box, “Delivery for Y/N?” 

“Yes that’s me, thank you so much” You smile and take the box from her, “I hope the payment is all in order?”

The delivery lady nods, “Yup you’re all good”

Something catches your eye behind her and you look around her. There is a dog walking across your front lawn and up to your front door. The lady realises you’re looking behind her, and she turns to see what you’re looking at, “Does he belong to you?” she asks. 

You shake your head, “No, hopefully he’s a friendly dog. I have one in the backyard that won’t like him very much if he tries to bite me”. 

The delivery lady laughs, “Well I might just leave you with that. Have a good afternoon”

You wave at her, “Yeah you too”. You step out of your doorway and close the door behind you, leaving it unlocked. The dog has come right up to you and has started licking your foot. “Huh, so you’re a friendly puppy then?” The dog wags its tail and looks up at you. “Who do you belong to buddy?”. You check the dog’s collar for a name tag or a number to call. Nothing. He didn’t appear to be leaving you anytime soon and you couldn’t bear the idea of abandoning him where he could be hit by a car. There was only one thing left to do. 

“Alright buddy, let’s take you to the vet” You asked the dog to sit (which he did) and wait whilst you grabbed your phone, shoes, and house keys. Luckily, you could walk to the vet from your house, and it should only take about 25 minutes to get there. You lock the front door and start walking with the dog. He didn’t have a lead and you didn’t have time to find one, so you were just hoping he would respond to voice commands. Turns out he could. When you inevitably encountered other dogs along the way, you just had to call “Come on buddy let’s keep going!” and the dog would continue to walk along with you. 

You weren’t going to lie, your heart jumped a little when there was an ‘almost-incident’ with a school bus. Luckily, the bus saw the dog and slowed down. You gave the driver a quick wave and you both continued on your way. Twenty minutes and several more close calls later, you were almost at the vet. Quite honestly, you were relieved you had made it this far. That was until the dog decided to run into the front yard of someone’s house. 

“Buddy come on, we’re almost there don’t stop now!” You sigh and walk into the front yard slightly. You were hoping no one was home. “Come on Buddy let’s go!” You pat your leg and whistle at the dog.

He wouldn’t leave. 

You paused and thought that maybe this was where the dog lived. You started to walk towards the dog when the front door opened. Oh great, someone was home after all. You looked at the person and saw it was a young guy with brown curly hair and brown eyes. Eyes that were looking at you. And then they were looking at the dog. Clearly the dog didn’t belong to him. And of course, being the friendly dog that he was, the dog went straight up to the young guy. Okay, that was enough. 

You walked further into the front yard, “Come on buddy, leave him alone we’re nearly there” The dog wouldn’t leave him alone, and the guy bent down to pat him on the head, “I am so sorry, I don’t know who he belongs to. I’m just trying to get him to the vet”

He looks up at you and frowns slightly, “Why are you going to the vet though?”

You walk up to the both of them and pat the dog, “There was no name or contact number on the collar, I was hoping that he was micro-chipped. The vet should be able to pull up contact details from that” The guy nodded and started to pick up the dog. “Um, what are you doing?” 

He lifts the dog and stands up straight. His biceps don’t escape your attention. “I’m going to help you get this guy back to his owners”

“Oh, well that’s very nice of you. Thanks.”

He attempts to shrug, “It’s no problem. Besides, I know how freaked out I would be if my dog were missing”

You both start to walk in the direction of the vets. It should only be about 5 minutes away. “Thank you again for doing this, we’ve had a few close calls already on our way over”. 

He looks over to you, “Don’t worry about it, honestly. I’m Brad by the way”


Brad smiles at you, “I would shake your hand or something but mine are kind of full right now” he looks down to the dog. 

You laugh and pat the dog, “Maybe later then”

“So how far did you walk with this guy?”

“We’ve been walking for about 20 minutes” You can see the vet up ahead in front of you, “I really hope he’s micro-chipped”

Brad nods, “Yeah me too” You walk into the vets. Okay here goes nothing. The receptionist smiles at the two of you. 

“Do you two have an appointment?” You and Brad look at each other and back to the receptionist.

“No, we’re hoping you could help us though” Brad says.

“I found this dog wandering the streets. There are no tags or contact numbers on him, but I’m hoping he’s micro-chipped” You explain as Brad stands next to you. 

The receptionist nods, “Yeah sure honey, no worries. If the both of you could take a seat, I’ll grab the scanner”

You and Brad sit on the sofa around the corner while you wait. Brad scratches behind the dog’s ears. You sigh and pat the dog as well, “I really hope we can find his owners”

Brad smiles, “Well I think that he’s lucky he found a good person to get him here” You look at each other and pause. Then you smile at Brad.

“Looks like he found two of them” You smile at each other. You could feel the tension build. The air around the two of you almost felt electric. 

“Okay, I found the scanner!”

You and Brad jump slightly at the receptionist. I guess you were both caught in the moment. The receptionist moves the scanner around the dog’s neck. You cross your fingers and hold your breath. Why was it taking so long to find it? Maybe he didn’t have one? What were you going to do then? Brad must have felt the worry radiating off you, and he placed a comforting hand on your back. The scanner beeped. 

“Ah, there it is! Let me just check the database to find the owner’s contact details” 

You both let out a sigh of relief. Brad moves his hand back to the dog, “See, nothing to worry about!” 

You smile and roll your eyes, “Oh come on, like you weren’t worried for a second there”

“Pffft, no way. I was confident the whole time” Brad smirks at you. Okay he’s adorable. 

“Mmhmm sure. Whatever you say, Brad”

The receptionist comes back around the corner with a vet, “Alright the owner will be around in 10 minutes, we can hold the dog here until they arrive”

Brad passes the dog over to the vet. “Thank you so much!” You say to the ladies as you walk out of the clinic. You and Brad start walking back.

You laugh as you start to notice Brad’s jacket. Brad looks at you, “What?”

You shake your head, “It’s just your jacket is covered in dog hair”

Brad looks down and starts brushing the hair off of his jacket, “You should see what Jesse does to my stuff sometimes” he laughs. 

“Jesse?” You ask.

“My dog. She’s a golden retriever and I love her”

“Oh man, I love golden retrievers!” 

“Really? You aren’t just saying that?”

You nod. “It’s true, I’ve wanted one for ages”

You both stop as you realise you’ve reached Brad’s house. You smile at him, “Again, thank you so much for your help”

Brad sticks his hand out. You look at him quizzically. He grins at you, “Hey, you said later we could shake hands. This is later”

You laugh and shake his hand.

“I don’t know if this is a stupid idea or whatever, but is there a chance I can get your number?” You’re surprised, but pleased that he asked. 

You shrug, “I suppose that would be okay. I mean, you did help me save a dog” You exchange numbers. “I better start heading back”

Brad gives you a small smile, “Yeah okay”

“So are you going to actually text me?”

His smile gets wider, “I’ll have to think about if I want to see you again”

You smirk back at him, “Well I won’t wait around forever. Nice meeting you Brad” you start to walk away. You’re a couple of houses down when your phone chimes. It was a message. From Brad.

Turns out there wasn’t anything to think about. Friday?” You smile and turn around. Brad is standing on the edge of his front lawn looking at you and holding his phone. You grin at him, turn around, and keep walking. You type a reply on your phone. 

Friday it is”

I guess it wasn’t just a lazy day at home. 


Phew, there we go! Sorry for the delay, it’s been hectic around here. Hope you enjoyed it! As usual, feel free to send in requests for new people or any ideas you may have. 

I hope you’re having a wonderful day


- A.J

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.”


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.

Distance Between Us (Part 2/2)

Note: Hey guys! Before you understand part 2, you’ll have to read part 1 here. Hope y’all enjoy x

Character: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning: Lot’s of smut @ the end >:) (M)

Word Count: 2104


Last night, I left my car at home and took the 10 o’clock bus to anywhere but Mystic Falls and ended up at a motel just outside of New York. I got here at around 4am and checked in using a phoney yet believable name. The receptionist was a rather handsome 6 foot, brown-haired and green eyed man whose name badge read Brad. He handed me the room key and flashed a bright smile, a smile that was almost identical to Damon’s, making my heart drop and stomach flutter for a split second.

I had a good 7 hour rest before I was repeatedly awoken by a buzz that vibrated the nightstand next to me. I squinted my eyes at the tiny shed of sunlight that peeked through the curtains and rubbed my eyes, blindly trying to reach for my phone. I grabbed a hold of it and rolled my eyes as I read a notification saying I had received more than 30 missed calls and “where are you” texts from Damon. I knew this would happen, hence the reason why I took it upon myself to get the hell out of town for a while.

Soon, I had a build up of texts and missed calls from everyone, even Elena. Just before I decided to turn my phone off, a text came in from Damon: I’m coming to find you baby girl, stay safe in the mean time. I thought it seemed odd that he was so calm? Especially because I literally killed him last night. I threw my phone on the bed and ran myself a bath, the shower was mouldy and cockroach infested so I wasn’t taking any chances. I lowered myself into the hot water and let out a sigh of relief, as I held my breath and dunked my head under the water, I lost all control of time. I was under there for 30 seconds before my lungs almost gave in, although those seconds felt like hours as I lay there thinking about how I was going to deal with inevitably seeing Damon again.

I shot up and caught my breath as I washed my face with water and ran my fingers through my hair, resting them on the back of my neck. I sat and thought. I thought about my feelings for Damon. I thought about what I was going to say to him when I saw him again, what he would say? A single tear fell from my eye and I heard it’s minuscule splash in the water. I laid back and rested my head on the edge of the bath, closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

I awoke to a loud bang at the door, Damon found me, I thought as I propped myself up out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I checked the clock on my way out of the bathroom and 3 hours had gone by while I was asleep in the tub. I tip toed to the door and peeped through the hole in the door, to my surprise, Brad was standing outside with a cart.

“Brad? Hi!”, I greeted him as I opened the door.

His eyes widened and he turned away slightly, “Uh, um. Do you want me to come back?”, he muttered awkwardly after noticing I was only wearing a towel.

“No, it’s fine. What’s this?” I tilted my head and pointed to the cart.

“Our finest wine and a cheese platter, compliments of the motel”, he replied.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know motels were this fancy”, I joked, raising the corner of my mouth slightly and laughing through my nose.

“Well, it’s more compliments of me than the motel. You looked rather upset when you arrived so early this morning and I thought a beautiful woman like yourself doesn’t deserve to be sad”, Brad confessed.

I was speechless. I almost brought myself to invite him in except his sweet gesture brought back memories of Damon and his kind heart that only I knew. He would always bring flowers and chocolates or insist that we watched my favourite movie together, no matter how much he hated it; just to cheer me up.

“What am I doing here?”, I muttered to myself but still loud enough for Brad to hear.

“Huh?”, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry”, I slammed the door and quickly gathered my things.

I turned my phone on and almost 50 more missed calls flooded in at once, I immediately called Damon. He picked up in an instant, “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you baby?”, I could hear the worry in his voice. “I’m at a motel just outside of New York. I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m feeling. All I know is that leaving was a mistake”, I replied, tears now streaming down my face. “How about I meet you at the bus station?”, he suggested, “Okay. I’ll be there soon”, I replied and hung up the phone. A rush of happiness came over me and I smiled to myself, knowing that everything would go back to the way it was. I peeped through the hole in the door once again and saw Brad, still waiting in the corridor. I couldn’t face him now, not after I practically led him on then slammed the door in his face. I forced open the window and climbed down the fire escape.

The bus station was a few blocks away, I ran as fast as humanly possible just to be able to hold Damon in my arms. I arrived within 3 minutes and I bent down to rest my hands on my thighs while I attempted to catch my breath. While scanning the station repeatedly I didn’t manage to find any sight of him, I frowned. I was looking towards the carpark, hoping that he would be arriving there. A few seconds later I heard a low, delicate voice from behind me, “(Y/N)”, it was Damon.

I turned around and my heart almost stopped, I closed my eyes and took a breath before I ran towards him and planted myself in his open arms. I squeezed him tight and he locked me in his embrace. I wriggled my head out and looked up at him and saw the reflection of myself glistening in his watery eyes.

“I’m sorry”, I sighed, feeling guilty for leaving.

“Don’t be, it was wrong for me to be so controlling over your actions. I just… I love you so much and I wouldn’t survive without you in my life” he admitted as a single tear fell down his cheek.

“I love you too, Damon. I don’t know what I was thinking”, I cried.

“I’m just glad you’re safe now. If anything would have happened to you I would have lost my mind. Please promise me you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again?”, he asked with a soft tone in his voice.

“I promise”, I nestled my head back into his chest, still locked in his embrace.

Damon rested his chin on my head and held me close to his chest, this is what I’ve been wanting for weeks.


We were 3 hours in to our 6 hour drive home when the sun had finally set and the stars began to radiate the sky.

“It’s so beautiful”, I said as I gazed out the car window at the sky.

“Just like my girl”, Damon replied and looked over at me, smiling.

He reached over and intertwined his fingers with mine, gripping my hand tight before looking back up at the road. I giggled to myself and leaned in closer to him, almost hovering over the gears. His skin was warm and tender, I had missed his touch. The tension built up as we held hands and exchanged looks in silence. I felt a weird sensation building inside of my stomach and I knew that I wanted Damon right then and there.

I gripped his hand and focused my eyes on the road as I muttered, “Damon”. I saw him turn his head with concern from the corner of my eye, so I turned to face him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”, he replied.

“I want you right now, I need you, right now”, I whispered.  

“Are you sure?”, he asked lovingly.

Without giving an answer, I crept my hand over to his pants and squeezed his member. Damon let out a low growl and nodded his head before pulling over to the side of the deserted road and parking the car.

I sat up in my seat and climbed over, laying down across the back seat. Damon followed soon after and positioned himself on top of me before he crashed his lips to mine and locked them together in a passionate kiss. His hands traveled from my neck to my breast and he cupped them softly before lifting my shirt over my head. He unclasped my bra with grace and expertise and then slowly pulled down my jeans, exposing my panties. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous”, he groaned as he licked his lips and admired my body, tracing his fingers down my thigh. I let out a small moan and ripped his shirt off of his body, “someone’s a little eager”, he smirked.

He propped my legs up on to his shoulders as he bent down and rested his head between my legs, nipping and sucking at my inner thighs before removing my panties. He clung his mouth to my aching core and began tracing circles with his tongue as he slowly entered a finger. I moaned his name in pleasure, causing him to smirk against my folds. “Stop teasing me, baby”, I whispered and he responded with a wink.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them to his thighs before forcefully grabbing my waist and pulling me towards his hips. I caught a glimpse of his hard throbbing member just before he slammed it into me and began pounding. I didn’t think it was possible but I yelled, “Harder, Damon!”, and he pushed further inside of me with every thrust. This is what I needed, yeah it was crazy and rough, but he was paying attention to me and that’s what I’d been missing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he rubbed my clit with his finger, bringing me closer to the edge.

Damon gripped the top of his leather seats so hard that they began splitting at the seams, “Shit, you feel so good”, he screamed. He leaned down and sucked at my neck, licking it like a dog. The feel of his wet lips and experienced tongue on my neck made me crave an orgasm. I moaned his name loudly and begged him to go faster, he only adjusted himself slightly, not wanting to damage my fragile human body. “I’ll hurt you if I go any faster or deeper, baby girl”, he sighed.

He kept his pace until he felt himself begin to twitch, I spread my legs a little wider to allow him more entrance into me. I gripped his back and dug my nails in, screaming in pleasure. I was so close, I felt my stomach twist and a sensation build between my thighs. Damon and I exchanged hot and heavy breaths into each other mouths while he sent one last forceful thrust into me. I felt my walls clench around Damon and an explosion in between my legs, leaving me twitching with aftershocks. Damon came inside of me and rode out his orgasm with me, finishing with little thrusts and heavy breaths.

He pulled out and collapsed on top of me. I lifted him up and positioned myself half next to him and half on top of him, struggling to balance myself on the back seat. I found a comfortable position, resting on top of his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breaths.

“I miss this”, I admitted to him.

“Just know Princess, I’m the only one that can make you feel this good”, he chuckled but I knew he was serious.

“You’re the only one I want to make me feel this good”, I whispered, gripping his chest tighter.

He rested his head on the door as we lay stretched out across the backseat. I leant up and kissed his neck softly before nestling my head into it. He kissed the top of my head and played with my hair. Just before I drifted to sleep, I smiled to myself and thought, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

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’re brought up in an interview

Requested by two anons

“So boys,” the interviewer says. “I heard that all of you have girlfriends … care to deny or confirm?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s true,” Brad says, a bit awkwardly. He looks over to you on the side and smiles softly. You smile back.

The interviewer nods. “Now, Brad, your girlfriend is Y/N Y/L/N, the new pop sensation, correct?”

Brad grins proudly. “Yeah, she is.”

“Bloody amazing, isn’t it?” Tristan adds.

“It is,” the interviewer agrees. “I suppose your schedules must clash quite a bit though.”

“Enh, sometimes, yeah.” Brad fiddles with his fingers in his lap. “I’ve been bringing her on tour with me lately since she’s working on new songs and not going on tour herself. So we’ve been able to spend time together recently.”

“That’s great.” The interviewer looks at her paper. “Is it true that Y/N will be collaborating with Shawn Mendes?”

James smiles and nods, answering for Brad after seeing how uncomfortable he is talking about you like this. “Yeah, we’re close friends with Shawn, and thought it would be a really good thing for Y/N. So we called him up and asked for a favor.”

“Are you jealous?” The interviewer looks to Brad. “Since your girlfriend will be working with a very popular singer?”

“Uh …” Brad bites his lip and smiles. “I mean, I was at first. Even though I was all for her doing it, I was a little jealous.”

“A little?” Tristan exclaims. “I remember you saying to me, ‘Why couldn’t she collaborate with a female singer? Or someone who isn’t near her age? Why did I agree to this?’”

Brad shoves Tristan’s shoulder and glares. “That’s only because of how excited she was when we told her.”

The interviewer smiles. “Oh?”

“She was fangirling for nearly an hour,” Brad explains, causing you to blush and smile. “I was pretty jealous then. I mean, she’s dating a boy in a band! Being around another singer shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? Her boyfriend is a singer.”

Connor smiles from the end of the couch. “It’s not the same, Brad. Shawn’s one of Y/N’s favourite singers.”

“I know, I know.” Brad sighs and smiles softly. “I’m happy for her, I really am. She should just be fangirling over me instead.”

He and the boys all laugh together. You giggle softly from the side, shaking your head slowly as you remember him saying the exact same thing a few days ago.

“Y/N, I’m your boyfriend and I’m in a band! Why are you fangirling over him? He’s a singer, like me.” Brad folded his arms over his chest like a five year old.

“But Brad, he’s my favourite singer! I’ve met him a few times, but to be working with him … that’s my biggest dream.”

“But … you should be fangirling over me, not him.” He pouted at you.

You sighed and shook your head. “Brad, babe, I fangirl over you every day. That’s why I’m dating you. You shouldn’t be jealous. I love you, Brad, okay? Working with Shawn is such a huge thing for me, and I’m just so excited to start.”

“I know,” he said with a small sigh. “I’m so happy for you, Y/N. And I’m so proud. I know that the song you two produce will be amazing.”

Hands on your hips pull you back to reality. You blink and see Brad standing in front of you. You smile, pushing the memory aside. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He kisses your forehead. “Sorry it took so long.”

You shrug and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting.”

Brad leans in, his lips going towards yours. You lean up and attach your lips to his. Brad pulls you closer and you’re about to open your mouth for him when you feel your phone vibrating nonstop in your pocket. You quickly pull away and pull it out, looking at the screen to see lots of notifications from twitter. With a small groan, you open them.

Brad moves to look over your shoulder. “What is it?”

You see a picture of you and Brad that was taken moments ago. It was when he was kissing your forehead. Tristan posted it to his twitter with the caption, “She should be fangirling over me instead” don’t worry Brad, pretty sure that’s what she’s doing ;)

Brad laughs and pulls you close to him. “He had to use that quote, didn’t he?”

You shrug and lean against him, smiling up. “It’s okay. I think it’s cute.”

He moves his hands to your back and sighs. “Well, if I’m so cute then why aren’t you kissing me?”

You grin and put your phone on silent before moving to reattach your lips to Brad’s.

Brad Imagine: Tristans 21st Party

Hey, can you do a Brad imagine where you’re best friends, and everyone knows you both like each other but were too shy to admit it? Thank you!

I jazzed this request up a little, I don’t think it’ll be what you wanted but I came up with the idea and it was best suited to this request. I hope it’s okay anyway xx

So, before we start, I’m going to give you the lowdown. Brad and I have been friends since we were around 10 years old when he came round to his Auntie’s one day, who happened to be my next door neighbour. We were at a barbecue, and we got talking and then bam, we just hit it off from there. Brad and I have the type of friendship everyone wants, I could tell him anything and we were so close that we pretty much knew absolutely everything about one another. We have random dance parties, we’re both as bonkers as one another and when I’m with him, I do nothing but smile. Truth? I fancy Brad. I fancy that boy more than anything. It’s awkward though, because we’re both too shy to even admit that we want to date one another. Well, I presume he’d want to date me. Wait, who am I kidding, we’re best friends. It just wouldn’t work, forget I said anything.

Tonight is the night of Tristans 21st, it’s being held at one of the nicest clubs in London so I’ve come down from Birmingham to stay in the boys flat. I’m wearing a black bardot skater dress, my hair curled and my lips a gorgeous colour of red, complimenting the blackness of my dress. As I took one last glance in the mirror and smiled, spritzing some perfume, I walked into the living room where Brad was stood with James waiting. Brad had his back to me and as soon as I walked into the room, James’ eyes widened and he nudged Brad, who immediately turned around to see me. 
“Wow” He mumbled
He was dressed in his usual black skinny jeans and a white shirt which was half unbuttoned. It drove me a little crazy to say the least, he looked gorgeous, his curly hair as perfect as always. James was also wearing jeans and a shirt. As Brad rummaged around looking for his wallet, I stood with James who whispered
“That boy is crazy over you" 
“And I know you’re crazy over him too”
“Right c'mon Taxi’s here, I found my wallet, lets go PARTY!!!” Brad shouted, rushing in before I could reply to James. I just looked him and he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

When we arrived at the party, we were immediately greeted by Tristan who ran over and picked Brad up shaking him, then giving James a high five and a man hug and then me who he picked up and spun around. Connor had already arrived, so he came over too, giving us all hugs.
“Man you look stunning tonight (Y/N)” Tris said
“Aw thanks Tris! Happy Birthday to yooooou!” I sang
“Here’s your present buddy” James smiled, handing over the bag
“Aw thanks mate" 
We were then led away to a table. The club was already heaving, the tunes were banging out of the speakers and the majority of people were up on the dancefloor. The longer into the night it got, the more drunk Bradley became. Connor and Tristan kept buying him drinks, shots of vodka and he was becoming extremely drunk, but I wasn’t complaining, Brad was hilarious when he was drunk. I’d had a few, and was slightly tipsy but at least I knew what was going on and could hold a conversation without bursting into fits of laughter. James and Brad were sat with one another, and James kept whispering to Brad, to which he kept replying "no man, no, she’s my best friend”. I tried to ignore it but it was playing on my mind; I knew they were talking about me.

The night then carried on and Brad was sat in the booth along with James, myself and Con whilst Tris was flitting around, talking to all of his guests. All of a sudden, Ignition began blaring through the speakers. This was mine and Brad’s song that we always jammed too so as soon as it came on Brad stood up immediately, standing in front of me with his hand out to go and dance. Connor almost pushed me off the seat as I took Brad’s hand and we made it to the dance floor, dancing with one another. Our arms raised and moving our bodies to the music. Brad took hold of my hands, we started dancing like complete idiots and laughing at one another, singing along. The song then finished, and I went to leave the dance floor, that’s when another R.Kelly song began playing, but it wasn’t a dance song; it was Bump N’ Grind. As I went to leave, Brad grabbed my hand and pulled me into him as he placed his hands on my hips and I placed my arms around his neck. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing. We were surrounded by other couples dancing too. 
“What’re you doing?” I whispered
“Just go with it” He grinned as he put his forehead to mine and sang along to the lyrics, as if he was singing to me. Not that I was complaining of course, I didn’t mind at all. Slowly, he leaned in, and our lips touched. 
“Brad I…”
“I love you”
“Brad, babe, you’re drunk”
“And this is what it’s taken for me to tell you I love you, I wouldn’t have had the confidence otherwise”
“Well, I love you too”
We both started to laugh when the song stopped and the crowd burst into Boo’s to which he started the track again. Brad turned me around and put his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder, whispering the lyrics in my ear as we swayed. 


Crookedly in Love - Chapter Sixteen (A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen

Shawn stood at my door, waiting to pick me up to go to the fundraiser event tonight. I was bustling around my room, trying to get on the sleek black dress the wardrobe team picked out for me. My makeup was done, my silver bracelet was on, it was just time to zip up this stiff zipper.

“Jules? You okay in there?” Shawn wondered, as he heard me grumbling through the door.

“Uh, yeah, fine!” I shouted.

The zipper would not budge. I groaned again in frustrating and dropped the zipper.

“Need help?”

“No,” I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. I tried one more time to no avail and sighed.

He cleared his throat.

“Fine,” I said, defeated. “Come in.”

He pushed open the door and chuckled, when he saw me reaching around to get at my zipper. He walked closer and put his hands on my shoulder’s to turn me around so my back faced him. His touch was warm, and my stomach fluttered.

He jiggled the zipper and it came loose from where it was caught. He slowly zipped it up until his fingers grazed my neck. My whole body shivered.

I turned around, and he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

“It’s funny how fast a relationship can change,” I whispered.

He smiled, slightly. “Yeah, it’s weird.”

“I mean, one minute we’re best friends, and the next we’re –”

He cut me off by kissing me again.

“Come on, let’s just go,” he said. He took my hand and pulled me towards the door. We made our way downstairs and there was a limo waiting outside for all of us.

Fifth Harmony, the Vamps, Shawn, Austin, and I all got in and we were seated in this spacious, black car. I looked around, as Camila started popping champagne and passing it around the circle.

Shawn took my hand and held it all the way there.

Before we got out of the car, Shawn held me back. I turned to stare at him.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Just go with the flow out there,” he warned. “There’s going to be a lot of bright camera flashes, and everything’s going to be super overwhelming. But, don’t worry, I’m here.”

I grinned, happily, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“And whatever happens, happens.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like,” he continued, “if something weird or unexpected happens, just go with it. Don’t act like you’re phased.”

I nodded. I fixed the curls in my hair and took in a deep breath. As soon as we got out of the limo, people were shouting, screaming my name, Shawn’s name, everyone’s name.

I didn’t know what to do, how to act. I went numb and let Shawn drag me down the carpet.

We stopped to take a picture.

“Smile,” he whispered in my ear, and I did as I was told. I put my arm around his waist and held on tightly.

“Julia, Shawn!” a cameraman yelled. We looked in his direction.

Andrew came up beside Shawn and whispered something in his ear. Shawn nodded, and there was so much other noise I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Shawn turned towards me and I desperately wanted to ask what was going on, but there wasn’t time.

Shawn and I made our way further down the carpet, to the center. Shawn turned to me, and I smiled at him. More flashes.

He leaned in to whisper something. “Julia, just go with the flow, okay?”

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, but before I could think anything else, he stooped in and pulled me in for a kiss. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from my face, and more flashes went off.

My heart was hammering so hard against my chest. I hardly have kissed him in private yet, and now we were doing it in public for the whole world to see?

Shawn got pulled away to do an interview, and I was left standing there. Brad came over to talk to me, and I was just thankful for a familiar face.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he shouted.

“Fine,” I answered. “This is so crazy.”

“Look,” Brad said, into my ear. “Be careful, okay?”

“Of what?”

“Of Shawn and his manager,” he warned.

“What does that mean?” I was very confused and slightly offended.

“I don’t know. I feel like they’re up to something. I get a weird vibe.”

“Brad, Shawn wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Trust me, I know him.”

“Okay,” he shrugged.

As he walked away, Andrew put his hand on my back. I looked over at him, and he wordlessly guided me towards Shawn and the interviewer.

I looked up at his manager, and he just nodded towards them. I was supposed to join them? During an interview?

“Oh, and here’s Julia now,” the interviewer, Anna, was saying.

“Yup,” Shawn said, putting his arm around me.

“And how do you feel being the girl everyone envies? I mean you’re dating Shawn Mendes!”

I laughed.

“It’s all so new to me,” I said, looking over at Shawn. “But, we have a strong connection, and I’m excited to see where this goes.”

Shawn smiled at me.

“You guys are the hottest new couple. All the best of luck with you,” Anna grinned. She turned towards the camera and said, “Let us know what you think of Shawn and Julia in the comment section of this video below!”

We left that interview, my fingers intertwined with Shawn’s. I followed him inside the event and we sat down at our numbered table.

He looked over at me and smiled. What Brad said was still lingering in the back of my mind, and I didn’t know why it bothered me so much.

“Shawn,” I started.


“Brad said something weird to me on the carpet.”

“What?” Shawn sounded slightly annoyed.

“He just…he implied that you and Andrew were plotting something or up to something or had a plan. I can’t remember exactly. But he warned me not to trust Andrew. Or you, I guess. Is there something up?”

He shifted in his seat, looking down at his plate.

“Honestly, Jules, why listen to that guy?” he said, heatedly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It just struck a chord with me, but I said you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

He nodded.

“I said the right thing, didn’t I?”

“Yup, right answer,” he mumbled. I narrowed my eyes.

“Shawn –”

“Look, Julia, I think it’s just stupid that he’s trying to sabotage our relationship because he’s still hung up on you. Jealous guys or desperate guys will say just about anything to get back what they want.”

I was taken aback by this response.

“Shawn, I don’t think he was doing it with malicious intent –”

“You don’t know guys like I do,” he grumbled.

“Maybe not,” I said.

We sat in awkward silence for a moment. I wished I hadn’t brought that up. I looked over at Shawn, who was picking the tomatoes off his plate. I laughed.

“What?” he wondered.

“Just your hatred for tomatoes,” I answered. “I remember when we were just starting to become friends, you came over for dinner. And my mom had made a salad with tomatoes in it.”

“And you ate all the tomatoes when they weren’t looking,” he answered, hinting at a smile.


“Wow, I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Of course I do,” I answered. “It was the first time you came over. And you were wearing that oversized grey sweater you wore for like a month straight. You loved it so much.”

“Oh yeah. But, wait, don’t you have it?”

“You gave it to me, remember?” I asked. He widened his eyes. “Yeah, you gave it to me in a present box for my birthday. You said you were broke.”

We both laughed.

“But, I still have the card you gave me with it. And you said I could wear it so you would always be with me. And if anyone ever gave me any trouble, I could show them the large size of the sweater and say you could beat them up for me.”

He looked over at me, and I expected him to laugh but he didn’t. He just stared at me with such intensity, as if he were seeing me for the first time all over again. As if he never really looked at me before.

“You remember that?” he asked softly.

I nodded. I felt his hands slip into mine.

“Maybe I have liked you for five years,” I replied, looking at the ground nervously. “I just never admitted it to myself because I was scared you didn’t.”

He didn’t say anything. He just pulled my hand and we both stood up.

“Let’s dance,” he said. “It’s a slow song.”

Ed Sheeran’s song “One” was on, and we made our way onto the wooden dance floor. I put my arms around his neck, and he put his around my waist. We danced closely together, as the song played overhead. I could not be any more content than I was at this moment.

Tell me that you turned down the man
Who asked for your hand
‘Cause you’re waiting for me
And I know, you’re gonna be away a while
But I’ve got no plans at all to leave

And would you take away my hopes and dreams and just stay with me?

I couldn’t believe how fast I was falling for him. 

Papers (Daddy Harry)

Gah! I’ve missed writing so much and it feels pretty darn good to be back! This was inspired by a request where Y/N’s and Harry’s son is five and hits his mom, so thanks so much for that request! Also, I didn’t know what to call this one, so I called it Daddy Harry #1 (very clever) because I think I want to write more with him as a father. Some context for this one: Y/N and Harry are separated and have a son and this is when they go to Harry’ s birthday party. I’m so sorry for not posting often, but I really hope this makes up for it! Thanks so much for reading! It means so much!

You definitely weren’t the type of person to do crazy things, and becoming a mother had only further tamed any inner wild child. But for some reason, today, with the adrenaline pumping as you drove through the country, it felt like you were doing the craziest thing of your life.

“Mummy, are we almost there yet?” your son Finn asked from the back seat. For a five year old, he was quite patient. Since you started driving half hour ago, he had only asked once. The rest of the time he had been busy flipping through his picture books. His toy guitar sat on the car seat beside him. A beloved gift from his father.

“Soon, my love,” you said, a smile on your face as your eyes landed on the sweet boy from the rear view mirror. Finn was so cute it nearly hurt. His bright green eyes and curly hair practically screamed Harry. His full lips were yours.

“How old is daddy turning?” Finn asked, setting his book down.

You swallowed. “Thirty. Daddy is thirty now.” A lump formed in your throat. The reality was hitting you. It seemed liked yesterday Harry was in his mid-twenties and married to you. Well, technically the two of you were still married. Separated, but not legally divorced. The papers had remained untouched for nearly a year. You weren’t quite sure what you were waiting for, but every time you thought of them, you felt sick, so they were better left ignored.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Brad asked you. Your attention turned to the man beside you. You forced a smile and nodded. But this was where the crazy feelings originated. Why were you bringing your flat neighbour along to your husband’s (ex-husband’s?) birthday celebration? Brad was nice, no doubt, but you worried his friendly gestures meant more to him than they did you. The real reason he was tagging along was because Finn invited him. An innocent question about weekend plans led to Brad receiving an invite from the birthday boy’s son.

“I’m fine,” you said with a tight smile.

You kept your attention on the road for the remainder of the drive which thankfully wasn’t too much longer. As soon as your car pulled into Harry’s massive driveway, Finn unbuckled his seat belt and began pumping his legs excitedly.

Smiling, you went to take the sweet boy out of his booster seat. Within seconds of placing him on the pavement, he ran towards the house, his homemade present for Harry in his hand. Your heart pulled as you watched how happy your son was to be in proximity of his father.

“Wow,” Brad said, whistling under his breath. He wore a slightly annoyed expression, which puzzled you.


“Nothing, it’s just you and Finn live in a small apartment and this guy lives in this massive house alone. Doesn’t seem right to me,” Brad shrugged.

You felt defensive of Harry. Firstly, your living arrangements were none of Brad’s business. And secondly, he had no right to insinuate that Harry was selfish or unfair.

But you wanted a peaceful evening. The situation was stressful enough, so you said nothing of the matter and only muttered a “let’s go, the party has started.”

Walking through the front doors, you felt an immediate sense of holiday cheer and just…home. The house was decorated beautifully, with ferns and lights hanging off every railing and ledge. Only Harry could manage to pull off the merriness of Christmas into the wee beginning of February.

You walked further into the house and felt Brad’s hand go to the small of your back. The gesture caught you off guard and you subtlety shook it off. It was hard enough to be amongst the crowd known as the mother of Harry’s son who left him years ago; you didn’t need to add a possible new romance into the picture as well.

You said hi to the faces you recognized but avoided any deep conversations as your priority was on finding Finn and saying hi to Harry. You found your son in the lap of Anne, sitting next to Gemma on the living room couch. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. The two ladies had been nothing but nice to you the entire time you’ve known them, but how could they not hold the fact that you broke Harry’s heart and tore up his family against you?

“Anne, Gemma,” you said in way of greeting as you approached them. Gemma stood and embraced you in a hug that made you feel like you were right where you belonged. Anne squeezed your hand as she smiled brightly at you. There was no way she’d let go of her grandson for a single second.

“And who’s this?” Gemma asked, looking at Brad who was standing beside you awkwardly.

“Him? That’s Brad, our neighbour friend! He always gives us sugar!” Finn answered.

The little boy’s words earned a laugh out of all of you and the smile on your face was easy until it landed on your husband. Harry stepped into the living room and it felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs. The boy you had once desperately been in love with was now well into his manhood but he wasn’t any less attractive. In fact, he was only getting better with age. His eyes fell on you and he placed his drink on a side table before he walked over to you.

“Y/N,” he said, nodding.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” you said, voice only slightly above a whisper.

“Thank you, love,” he said, pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped solidly around your body and his hands rested just above your backside. Your head fit perfectly onto his shoulder. God, you forgot how good this felt. You must have stayed in the embrace for a beat too long because by the time you finally pulled away, you were met with curious stares of his family and Brad.

Looking frazzled, Harry cleared his throat. Finn was the one to break the silence.

“Daddy liked my card and song, didn’t you Daddy?” His expression was so hopeful it almost broke your heart.

“Oh my, little man, it was quite possibly the best song I have ever heard! You’re quite talented!” Harry’s voice and eyes were full of love as he spoke to his only son.

“A song, why I’d love to hear it sometime,” Anne declared.

It was a good song, you had to admit. You had heard it more times than you could count as Finn worked on it for hours. Finn had never reminded you of Harry more than in those moments.

“I gotta get mingling. Finn, come on buddy, join me!” Harry ran a hand through Finn’s hair and walked away with him.

There were so many people in attendance that you wanted to catch up with that you found yourself mingling as well. The entire time, Brad was by your side. He was nice enough at first, but with each sideways glance and curious stare he received from various guests, he became colder and colder. You found your eyes looking for Harry more than once. Each time you saw him, Finn was proudly by his side, looking as happy as ever. Even though so many had come to celebrate with Harry, he didn’t consider anyone more important than his son.

“Come on, Harry wants everyone in the living room,” Gemma said, lightly pulling you by the arm. The space by the fireplace was empty, except for Harry and a man with a piano. You didn’t see Finn and wondered if he was with Anne. But when you saw her by the door with some family, you saw that wasn’t the case.

“Have you seen Finn?” you asked Brad.

“He’s right there,” Brad answered, nodding his head toward the front of the living room.

Sure enough, beside Harry now stood Finn. Harry cleared his throat and got the attention of everyone in the room. It wasn’t a hard thing for him to do.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. It means so much to me to have everyone I love here tonight, and I can’t thank you enough for the role you’ve played in my life. And even though I might not see all of you as often as I’d like, I still love you very much.” His eyes landed on you, and you felt a wave of heat roll through your body. “Now, I have a very special performance with my son, the songwriter. He wrote this song for me, and I thought we’d sing it together.”

Oh God. The piano melody played and the voice of the two most important men in your life sang out. Immediately your hand went to your mouth. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you took in the moment. The way Harry was looking at Finn was so precious that you hated yourself for ever taking the little boy out of Harry’s life. The feeling was overwhelming, and with wet cheeks you had made your way of the living room just as the song ended.

“Come on baby, we gotta get going,” you told Finn as soon as he found you in the kitchen, excited from his performance.

“I don’t want to go home!” he cried.

“No, Finn, it’s time to go. It’s getting late,” you said, wiping your eyes to remove the evidence of your tears. You had brought pajamas for him in case he wanted to stay but at this point, you couldn’t bear to be in Harry’s house any longer.

“No! I’m not going!” Finn’s voice was loud. You gently grabbed his arm to put on his coat but he pulled his grip away and began to swat at you with both arms.

“Finn!” you reprimanded.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?” Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen. Finn ran into his father’s arms. From the corner of your eye you saw Brad enter the room.

“Mummy is making me leave!” Finn cried. “So I hit her! She’s mean!”

“Now, Finn, that is no way to behave. And your Mummy loves you very much,” Harry said, knelt down beside the boy.

“Here, let me take him. I’ll calm him down,” Anne said. She guided the little boy upstairs.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. Truthfully you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Maybe it was for the scene you caused or the pain you put Harry through.

“It’s okay,” Harry answered gently. “I get it. I hope he didn’t hurt you.”

“You know,” Brad butt in, “Maybe if his father was around he’d know how to behave better.”

Harry tensed and it felt as though you had been slapped. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You never see him! Poor Finn is practically growing up without a dad!”

Now Harry looked like he was in physical pain.

“Brad, you have no idea. You’re out of line,” you told him.

Gemma appeared in the doorframe. Even if she sensed the tense scene she chose to ignore it. “Y/N, Mum’s wondering if you packed Finn pajamas.”

You nodded and went to the car to retrieve them, leaving the two men alone.

“You really need to mind your own fucking business, mate,” Harry said lowly. Usually he didn’t get this angry, but when his family was involved, it was a completely different story.

“Why should I? I’m the one who sees your ex alone and struggling! Unlike you, I actually care about her!” Brad spat.

“Don’t…don’t you ever fucking say I don’t care about Y/N. About my wife. We’re still married, you know? And you have no idea how much I love her,” Harry said.

“Yeah, well I’ll be sure to remember that when I’m making love to your wife.”

Harry took a step forward but before he could throw the punch you stepped in.

Your eyes were clouded with tears. You had heard all of it. Harry admitting he still loved you. Brad’s sick intentions. You took the stairs two at a time with Finn’s pajamas in hand.

Harry found you lying face down on his bed. You didn’t even need to see him to know he entered the room. You still felt that magnetic pull whenever he was close by. The bed dipped with his weight. He wasn’t saying anything but he was rubbing your back soothingly.

“Finn’s okay,” you said quietly. “Your mom put him to bed.”

“I’m glad he’s okay. But right now I’m worried about you,” he said. You turned to look at him. His face was so ridiculously handsome. The light stubble and green eyes had been your weaknesses since the day you met him.

“I’m a horrible person,” you admitted.

“No you’re not,” Harry easily dismissed.

“No, no I am. Because that little boy, that special little boy in the other room deserves a family. He deserves you, you know? And hell, you deserve him,” you cried.

Harry’s eyes softened. “Don’t beat yourself up. I know what you’re thinking, but none of it changes the fact that I still travel a lot.”

“I never should have left you,” you interrupted.

“Look, Y/N, as much as it hurt me, I get why you did it. I get it was easier to just go elsewhere instead of always waiting for me to come home.” Harry was now caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“I don’t want to sign those papers,” you admitted quietly.

Harry’s lips slightly parted with your confession.


“I said, I don’t want to sign those papers.”

You sat up on the bed as Harry cradled your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes for permission, his lips crashed into yours, setting the fireworks off in your stomach. He planted wet kisses onto your jawline and you began unbuttoning his shirt. You pulled away.

“I want to give you your present now,” you said.

“Fuck, baby, this is my present right here,” Harry told you. “I love you. I never stopped.”

The feelings were out in the open and the clothes were scattered on the floor. With a house full of guests, you and Harry made love as husband and wife, and as parents.

You were naked and lying on Harry’s chest when Gemma knocked on the door and opened it.

“Oh good God, okay…” she said, covering her eyes playfully. Truthfully, she couldn’t be happier with what she saw.

“What do you want Gemma?” Harry asked his sister.

“I just wanted to let you know that I had someone drive Brad home. I didn’t think the two of you wanted him to stay here.”

You didn’t want to see him ever again, quite frankly.

“I’m glad,” Harry said. He paused. “I just hope Finn’s not too upset when he finds out he’s no longer your neighbour.”

“To live with you instead, I’d say that’s a pretty good trade,” you told your husband.