#brad imagines

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Can you do an imagine of brad taking y/n to joe’s wedding as their second date and that she was bery happy to see him sing theirfist song so she kiss him as their first kiss? Thank you

The wedding was magical, it almost made you tear up when Brad asked you to go to the wedding of Joe and Laura as your second date. You were a sucker for weddings. Now you were standing in the crows, listening to Brad’s angelic voice singing “Grow old with me” by Tom Odell. He gave you a few glances, making you smile and tear up at the same time. 

“That was beautiful”, you smiled at him when he got up to you to dance with you to another slow song. Your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist, being so close to each other. “I’m glad that you liked it”, he smiled, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. He swayed you in his arms along to that slow song. He looked so good in his tailored suit, which complimented his body type incredibly good. “You look beautiful tonight”, he smiled and twirled you in his arms, before wrapping his strong arms around you again. 

“Can I try something?”, he asked, keeping that intense eye contact. The sound of his voice made your knees weak. Without thinking you nodded your head and he carefully grabbed your face, bringing it closer to his. “I’ve been waiting all night for this”, he said before giving you a sweet kiss. It was the perfect moment, in the middle of the crowd of a dream-wedding. You could hear Joe whistling from behind, making you blush, so you interrupted the kiss and hid your face in Brad’s chest, who just found it adorable, so he giggled at your adorableness and stroked your hair. “Joe, you ruined it, mate!”  

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Being in a relationship with Brad would include:

lots of inside jokes 

lots of tickling fights

him teaching you how to play guitar or piano 

bringing you with him to the studio when recording the new album 

binge watching TV-shows and movies

him cooking you something when you are feeling down 

stroking your hair when you are about to fall asleep

always craving for your attention 

late night dates - going to a diner or for a drive

so many photoshootings in your flat or outside

he would take incredibly good photos - knowing your best angle and stuff like that

you would take his clothes such as his hoodies or sweatpants and he loves it even tho he doesn’t admit it

always being there for you when you are dealing with stress or anxiety

holding you close to him, rocking you, telling you he is there

morning cuddles

you would record videos on snapchat of him doing random stuff, like stuffing grapes into his nostrils or imitating a bear

him making sure you feel all comfortable 

when you are outside with fans surrounding you, he would never let you out of his sight and make sure you stay close to him 

being all tangled up in bed

traveling as much as you can together - most likely to Barbados and he would book the most beautiful room for you, where you have a nice view to the sea and you would playfully chase each other at the sea, where he throws both of you under water and you would be so mad at  him, trying to act mad, but you can’t because he is your literal sunshine 

then he would make it up by giving you a massage and running a bath in your bath room 

I could totally see him proposing to you there at the sea at night under all these stars

so many hugs

worshiping you in all ways possible 

roasting each other so much 

play fights where he would always let you win 

supporting each other 

flying out to concerts whenever you can because you love watching him persuading his passion 

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Angry Brad imagine please? Like a fight before the show with y/n and when he has a break from singing, he goes backstage to talk to her, making up for what he said earlier Or whatever you'd fancy for this kind of imagine

“Brad you’re being a dickhead right now”, you yelled at your boyfriend, tears burning in your eyes. “You are being a brat right now, can you not just leave me alone?”, Brad screamed back and you backed off, trying to hold back the tears. “Fine, I am going to leave you alone”, you replied quietly and walked out of the room. It was another stupid fight about somethingfrivolous and like every time when you fought, it hurt like hell. You hated fighting with him. You rushed out of the venue, where the concert was about to start and tried to sort out your feelings. 

A small part in you hoped that he would run after you, but the other part knew that this wasn’t going to happen. He was just as pissed and hurt as you were. You took a few deep breaths before deciding to get inside again, you felt bad for screaming at him, even tho he also did. With a tingling in your stomach you stood by the stage, watching your boyfriend perform with his best friends. He looked so happy, it seemed like the fight between you never happened. Although you were still hurt, you smiled at how happy he looked at doing what he loved doing the most. 

As soon as Brad announced a short break he and the boys left the stage, you quickly made your way to his dressing room without waiting for him. You sat on the couch and your heart almost dropped when you heard the door opening. It was him. His forehead was glistening from the sweat that was caused by the performance. His brown eyes immediately found yours and a wave of guiltiness hit him, when he looked into your with sadness filled eyes. 

“(Y/N)”, he started and his voice quickly broke. He walked up to you slowly, kneeling down and looked up to you. He hesitated for a moment, but then he places his hand on yours, which rested on your thigh. “I’m so sorry for what I said earlier, you are not a brat. I shouldn’t have said that”, he whispered and gently caressed the back of your hand. A single tear rolled down your cheek, his hand caught it. “I shouldn’t be the one who makes you cry. I should be the one who beats everyone up, who does it”, he said, making you chuckle a bit. 

“I shouldn’t have called you a dickhead”, you replied and  smiled at him. “I’m going to make it up to you tonight, ok? Wanna go out for dinner, to the movies or a late night picnic? We are going to do whatever you want”, he said and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Anything, huh?”, you smirked against his lips. “Anything”, he confirmed happily. 

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Brad refusing to date u because he thinks he would hurt u, but in the end he says something like "fuck it, i want you to be mine"

It’s been so hard for you. Brad pushing you away from him, wasn’t really something you were hoping for, when you finally confessed your feelings towards him. He pushed you away, saying he couldn’t do it. He was just too afraid to hurt you. He didn’t want you to suffer. He didn’t want you to be in a relationship, where you would barely see your boyfriend. Maybe even being attacked and bullied by some of his fans. 

He wanted the best for you, which was the reason, why he didn’t want to be with you. And since that day you haven’t seen him and even tho his reaction hurt you like hell, you missed him so freaking much. You felt like you ruined your friendship with him forever and you hated it. Everything was fine until you told him about your feelings and now you just wished you never told him. 

Once you couldn’t wait any longer, so you decided to go to his house to talk to him again. You didn’t want to believe that everything was for nothing. When he opened the door and saw you, he didn’t know what to say - he just stared at you, looking for the right words to say. “Brad”, you started, getting a step closer to him. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” He was surprised to see you here. “Can we talk?”

He looked at you with an empty glare before indicating you to come in. “Let’s get straight to the point. Don’t you think that is stupid? I mean, I feel like shit, I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship and I just wish I never told you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. We’ve been best friends for so many years and I really don’t wanna lose you.” You poured your heart out and could barely look into his eyes. 

“You didn’t ruin anything”, he said softly and for a moment you thought we would pull you in a hug, but he didn’t. “I just needed some time off.” His voice was incredibly shaky. “When you told me that you like me, I felt something in my chest. I had a tight feeling in there. It was anxiety. I was so scared of just everything.” He came closer and brushed a strand of my hair out of my face. That gesture made me shiver - but in a good way. “And it made me realize something.” He paused for a split of a second before taking a deep breath. 

“I feel the same way”, he whispered so quietly, that you almost didn’t hear it. “But I was so scared. I didn’t tell you about it because I want to protect you. I want to keep you safe, because I know that I couldn’t give you what you deserve”, his voice broke and with that also the eye contact broke. “Being with me would bring you so much pain and I don’t want that to happen, because you are the last person, who deserves this.” He was about to take his hand, which rested on your cheek, down, but you quickly grabbed it, making sure it stay at its place. 

“You don’t need to protect me, I am going to be fine with you. I am going to do everything for you and we can work this out. I promise you. I know I am going to be happy with you”, you were on the edge of your tears and you felt a single tear streaming down your face, but Brad was quick to whip it off. “I-”, he leaned his forehead against yours, giving you a feeling of warmth and comfort. “Fuck it, I want you to be mine”, was the last thing he whimpered before he gently pressed his lips on yours. 

You were surprised as you didn’t expect it to happen. You smiled into this kiss, grabbing him by his collar and pulled him closer to you. “I am going to take good care of you, love.”

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Imagine about cuddling with Brad on a rainy day and u're lying in bed, facing each other and u're tracing the scar on his neck. Afraid of losing Brad because something might happen to him, u promise u won't let anything hurt him and a lot of fluff 😍 pleaaseee

The soft sound of raindrops falling against the window. The little amount of sun rays shining through the nude-coloured curtains when you found yourself on Brad’s bare chest. It was Sunday morning, you woke up by Brad’s side for the first time in ages. He had been on tour for a few months, so this moment was really special to you. You remembered picking him up at the airport the day before and how exhausted he looked. The dark circles under his eyes showed that he didn’t get much sleep in these months, so the first thing you did, when you got home, was to force him to go to bed. 

And now you looked at his face, eyes closed, looking like an angel. His breathing was slow, indicating he had a peaceful sleep.You were tracing his skin, beginning on his chest over his neck, where you stopped. This scar would always remember you how lucky Brad was after surviving this horrible car crash a few months ago. You could feel the tears burning in your eyes, when you thought about it. “(Y/N)?”, you heard his husky voice saying, so you blinked your eyes as many times as possible to get rid off the tears, but it was too late. 

“Why are you crying, love?”, the concern in his voice almost making you cry. “Nothing, everything is fine, I am happy that you are here”, you smiled through your pain and gave him an assuring smile. “It’s not that, tell me”, he said and sat up, pulling you with him, so you sat on his lap now, his hands firmly around your waist. “I just thought about that accident”, you admitted and caressed his scar once again as his brown eyes scanned you. “I just remembered how afraid I was of losing you, I really thought that I lost you forever.” His right hand found its way on your cheek, cupping it gently. “But I am here with you right now”, he whispered weakly, his lips so close to yours - almost touching it. 

“I am not going to let anyone hurt you”, you added in a shaky voice and wrapped your arms around his neck, while leaning your forehead against his. It was such a intimate moment for the two of you, it felt like there was only you on this world. “And I am not going to let anyone hurt you”, Brad answered quietly, kissing your nose. 

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

needy brad ..

constantly asking for kisses and cuddles

when you are in public, he would wrap his arms around you, pull you close to him and whisper in your ear how much he wants you

especially after he got home from tour he would use every opportunity to be near you because he missed you so much

finally waking up next to you in the morning and pulling you into his chest while his fingers go through your hair massaging your scalp 

always having his arm around your waist to feel your presence and warmth

“Just one more kiss”, he would be so pouty aw

when you cook something he would come from behind and wrap his arms firmly around your body while placing his chin on the top of your head

he may or may not would get a bit freaky 

placing his hand on your bum and tell you how crazy you make him 

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Imagine about attending Joe and Laura 's wedding with Brad Oh my Godddddd Dancing together along with them,seeing how happy they are on their wedding night and Brad tightening his grip on your waist and whispering in your ear how much he wants to have a night like this with you and how much he loves you 😍😍😍

OMG YES

It was a magical evening, seeing how Joe and Laura were getting married was magical. You remembered the day exactly when the dream  couple announced that they were getting married and how you immediately started crying out of pure happiness for them. Now you were standing in that little venue, after they just said yes to each other. You were always a sucker for weddings and hoped that someday it was you who was going to be the bride.

Joe and Laura were dancing together, bodies close to each other, to Brad’s voice. He was playing the piano, while his angelic voice filled the wedding venue and you looked at him with dreamy eyes, at how marvelous he looked. His tailored suit fitted him so well and his eyes were glowing with full of joy. You teared up at his little speech he gave about Joe and Laura, but you tried to pull yourself together, because you spent hours on your make-up. 

“Beautiful, stop crying”, a soft voice encouraged you and your eyes met Brad’s. “You have a talent with words”, you replied as his hand cupped your cheek. “I thought about you, when I said that”, he admitted and his hand wandered to your waist. “You did?”, you asked and felt how he pulled you on the dance floor, pulling you close to his body. You started dancing slowly to the song, followed by Brad giving you little kissed on your cheek. “I hope that someday were are going to say yes to each other and that our day is just as beautiful as this one”, he whispered into your ear, making your stomach all tingling. 

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Brad is the type of boyfriend, who gets you everything when you are on your period. Food? Pankillers? Just everything. He would massage your tummy to ease the pain a bit and cook you something nice. Making you hot chocolate or tea. Dealing with your mood swings, knowing that it’s a tough time for you and hug you tightly, when you get all emotional, when you feel bad for being mean to him.