please could u do a barcola angst where reader is a model and she is photographed hanging out closely w a rapper or smth and it goes viral online and bradley gets insecure and believes everyone online saying she is cheating on him (she’s not) and they have a really big angsty argument where they are both screaming and crying and bradley leaves. this causes reader to breakdown and go to a bar and get really drunk. bradley then realises that she truly didn’t cheat (perhaps he confronts the rapper) and goes back to their home only to realise she’s not there but one of his friends sees her at the bar and calls him. bradley then brings her home and comforts and reassures her as they both cry into eachother arms because they thought they lost eachother.
The photos were everywhere.
Celebrity gossip accounts.
Everywhere Bradley looked, there you were.
Laughing with a famous rapper at an industry event.
In one photo, his hand was resting on your shoulder.
In another, you were sitting beside him.
In another, you were smiling at something he'd said.
Completely innocent photos.
But the internet didn't care about innocent.
The internet wanted drama.
And within hours, thousands of people had already decided what happened.
**Look how close they are.**
**I'd never let my girlfriend do that.**
**She's embarrassing him.**
At first, Bradley laughed it off.
Of course he trusted you.
The girl who stole his hoodies.
The girl who knew exactly how he took his coffee.
The girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
But the comments kept coming.
Then football pages started posting them.
Soon it felt impossible to escape.
You were travelling for work.
Meaning Bradley was alone with his thoughts.
Alone with millions of strangers telling him the same thing over and over again.
Eventually, doubt began to creep in.
Until he hated himself for even thinking it.
By the time you got home three days later, Bradley was exhausted.
The second you walked through the front door, you knew something was wrong.
He was sitting on the sofa.
Your heart immediately sank.
Then turned his phone around.
The question sounded much colder than normal.
"A friend who has his arm around you."
"Bradley, it was an event."
"You looked pretty comfortable."
The accusation hit harder than expected.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Now the tension was impossible to ignore.
"It means everyone online seems convinced something's happening."
"Since when do you care what people online think?"
Because normally he didn't.
Normally he was the first person telling you to ignore social media.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"You're actually listening to them?"
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
"Because it doesn't look good!"
The words hung in the air.
Your face immediately fell.
Bradley regretted them instantly.
The hurt in your voice broke something inside him.
"You think I'd do that to you?"
Tears were already beginning to sting your eyes.
Because after everything.
"If you trusted me, we wouldn't be standing here right now."
The silence that followed felt unbearable.
Bradley ran a hand through his hair.
Because part of him knew you were right.
But another part couldn't stop thinking about the photos.
Couldn't stop hearing those comments.
And he hated himself for it.
"I just needed reassurance."
Tears finally spilled down your cheeks.
Bradley's chest tightened.
"Then what did you mean?"
Neither of you had an answer.
The argument exploded after that.
Everything came pouring out.
Neither of you listening properly anymore.
By the end, both of you were crying.
And then Bradley did the worst thing possible.
The front door slammed shut behind him.
And suddenly the house was silent.
You stood there staring at the door.
Waiting for him to come back.
Waiting for him to realize.
The silence stretched on.
Until eventually you collapsed onto the floor crying.
Because the person you loved most had looked at you and believed strangers over you.
Meanwhile, Bradley wasn't doing much better.
He spent hours driving around.
Trying to clear his head.
Trying to justify everything.
And during the conversation something unexpected happened.
The rapper's name came up.
Apparently they knew each other.
The story everyone online had created wasn't true.
The rapper was interested in someone else entirely.
The event photos were exactly what you'd said they were.
The realization hit Bradley like a truck.
And suddenly all he could think about was your face.
The way you'd looked when he questioned you.
The second he got home, he ran inside.
Panic immediately set in.
His hands were shaking now.
Then another call came through.
"I think I just saw her."
A few minutes later he was already on his way.
When he finally found you, relief nearly brought him to tears.
The second you saw him, your expression crumpled.
And somehow that hurt more than anything else.
Bradley dropped to his knees beside you.
Tears immediately filled his eyes.
"I should've trusted you."
"I would never do that to you."
The pain in his face made your heart ache.
Because he looked just as broken as you felt.
The confession shattered whatever distance remained between you.
A second later, you were both holding each other.
Holding on like letting go wasn't an option.
"I'm sorry," Bradley whispered into your hair.
And for the first time all day, you believed him.
Because sometimes love wasn't about never hurting each other.
Sometimes it was about finding your way back after you did.
And neither of you wanted to lose the other again.
