#browniebear-brad

[bronwiebear-brad]

your camera roll if bradley was your boyfriend, (b&w edition)

[bronwiebear-brad]

Hey! Hope you’re well! I’d like to ask if you could write one about holidays in Italy with B. Just him and the reader exploring Italy and living the best life. Maybe their first trip together, when they aren’t a couple yet but might be at the end of the holiday? Hahahaha IDK, it’s up to you! Thank you!

AN: Hello! its obviously inspired on this picture cuz it gives me vacay time in italy with brad! 

it started on the plane, he had given you his sweater to keep you warm

offering to carry your bag

showing you a good playlist to listen on the plane ride

falling asleep in eachother’s shoulder on the train, earpods in

him always googling to find nice spots to eat and visit

Going to nice museums

"Oh wow"

"I don't have any idea what we are looking at"

Eating the best ice creams

Going to the beach and enjoying the nice warm wind

renting old bikes to ride around the flower fields

finding fresh lakes and waterfalls to swim

having picnics under a big olive tree, red and white towel included

trying fresh fish from the restaurants by the beach

him trying to make a bonfire while you two watch the sunset on the beach

his analog following you everywhere

exploring an old market 

buying matching bracelets

you helping him find a nice suvenir for his mom

mocking his grandpa hats

trying new wines 

dancing around in a tradicional italy summer fest

forehead kisses before going to bed

chess games in the airbnb garden 

him offering you beautiful flowers

you wearing linen dresses

eating handpicked fruit

reading books barefoot in the soft green grass

outside black and white cinema on warm nights

sharing blankets

forgetting about the outside world

walking hand in hand through the marina

watching the stars 

going to visit old mansions

daydreaming about living there

“are you done taking pictures? I’m hungry back here.” He stopped his walk and looked back at you. Hands shoved inside his pockets.

“Wait, the moon looks so pretty. I want to save it.” You replied not looking at him. He waited for you to finish, his eyes were following every move you made.

“you look prettier” he whispered and you blushed looking at him. Quickly your phone found his figure capturing it in a photo.

[bronwiebear-brad]

Somebody to you - 2.

Warnings: this fictional story will include mature content, language, and themes including but not limited to violence and nsfw content. Storie line before covid. The male lead bears no likeness to the real Brad Simpson apart from PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. Please if you’re not confortable with this type of content, do NOT read. You were advised. A/N: First I hope everyone is well. I just wanted to say thanks for the support and apologise myself for taking ages to write. Here’s part two, hope you enjoy.

"Your hair is diferent." You jumped in your spot at his words, cursing under your breath and gripping the tea pot with both hands to prevent it from falling.

The morning started quietly, getting out of bed, putting on a warm jumper and slowly passing by the couch, carefully not to wake him. Getting into the kitchen to make a tea to somehow easy the pounding sensation inside your head from not having enough sleep. In the process you managed to forget that he was still here. With you.

"Good morning." You said turning around. "Tea?" You asked, tea pot still in your hands. You decided to ignore his sentence.

"Sounds lovely." He smiled. He pounched himself mentally about the hair sentence. Too soon. He tought. 

You returned to your previous task. Incredible how his mood changed after a night sleep. Sure his ribs hurted like fuck, he couldn’t feel his face because it was swollen and his hands were wounded, but he somehow had the energy to put on a smile.

"Here, I'll grab the mugs." He said walking in and going to the upper cabin where he remembered the mugs were. He placed them carefully on the counter.

He huffed humorously watching you do your thing around the kitchen. It was all too familiar for him. That face. That kitchen. Oh that kitchen...

"Bradley, no! Stop you're going to ruin it!" You were battling agaisnt chocolate covered fingers and their frenetic need to touch your face. It was too late for your shirt tho, it was a mess of flour and chocolate powder.

"I shouldn't let you bake with my t-shirt on." He took a step back and leaned on the counter. Licking his fingers and gazing at the way his white fabric only covered a little below your tights. So small that when you lifted your arms the shirt went up and rested on top of your bottom, revealing a pretty soft lace covering your skin.

"That was my favorite white t-shirt you know?" His voice changed to humurous.

"You were the one who started, love." You smiled lifting your head in his direction.

There was something about the way he was seeing you from that perspective, the sun peaking from the curtains while a few hairs flew of your ponytail and into your face. You looked heavenly.

"You're right." He said. His eyes traveling up and stopping at your face. You hummed in agreement too focused on making round shape cookies into the trail. "I should finish what I started."

"Uh-" You were about to protest when he already took place behind you. His hands roaming at your legs while his lips attacked your uncovered neck. Your head fell forwards like an instinct. The cooking utensils still in your hands...

"What about the cookies?" You asked. Your mischeaveous smile proved that you didn't gave a damn about the cookies. But it didn't hurt to ask since he came into you with the idea of baking together. 

"Let them, darling." He moved his mouth to your ear, leaving a soft peck after talking. "They aren’t going anywhere..."

At this point your head was already backwards, resting on his shoulder as his hands travelled down. You had to grab yourself on the counter as he glued his body into yours. His mouth kissing that perfect spot righ below your jaw. Your tights pressing into one another as his hand tickled the skin between them. His fingers soft on your skin leaving a burning sensation. You craved more and more by letting out small moans of pleasure. Until his hand was inside your lacy fabric..

"Bradley..." Your trembling voice made him smile into your skin. Always so desperate to relieve. Always so ready for him. "Brad.." Your calls were music to his ears. He loved to see you so relaxed.

"Brad? " Your voice sounded more real and loud. Suddenly he was pull back into reality and the scenario was quite diferent. He was no longer touching you. You were no longer wearing his clothes. He was no longer the reason you smiled.

"Do you want milk on your tea?"

"No, thanks." He said.

You placed his mug in front of him and he smiled at you. You grabbed yours and decided to stay by the counter, leaning agaisnt it.

Silence took place in the kitchen. His eyes darting to his tea like suddenly the liquid was very interesting. You took your opportunity to look at his face properly. It was swollen and he had a couple of purple marks in his left eye and nose.

"You should really check that." You said making him raise his eyes from the cup. His heart warmed up more than the tea thinking about how could she still cared.

"It's nothing." He said. He was still the same stubborn boy.

"I'll take you to the hospital if you want-" You kindly offered but were interrupted.

"You know I can't go to the hospital like this. They'll ask to much questions." He took a sip on his tea carefully.

"I know, but my aunt..she works at ER and-" You tried to help somehow but got interrupted again.

"(Y/N), seriously leave it. " He changed his tone. 

The you from before would insist until he got mad and screamed at you. Now you just stood quiet, thinking it was better not to know much. 

And silence fell between you two again

“Look...” He started, your atention again on him as he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound so harsh to you. Not after you just helped me last night, seriously i’m very gratefull. But i’m telling you that i’m fine.”

"You're not going to tell me what the hell happened last night, right?"

His body tensed, caused him to hiss from pain, you could tell by the way his face frowned. His eyes weren’t on your face again.

"I think I have the right to know!" You coldly said placing your mug on the counter annoyed. "I swear if you tell me to forget it again, this is definitely the last time we see each other." 

He was surprised by your sudden reaction. He could decide if he liked you better this way or not. One thing he knew was that you were different. He made you diferent. And after a long sigh he talked.

"Do you remember Cole?" He asked making you lift your eyebrow.

"The everything-you-need-guy." You still remember him talking about some Cole in a conversation some time ago. He laugh about the way you always managed to found nicknames for everyone.

Walking into the pub felt twice painful as he felt last month. He was getting dry and needed some fun. Staying at home staring at the same four walls was driving him insane. He knew that the new neighbourhood wasn't enought, no matter where he went your face always followed him around like a ghost. Damn, he felt haunted for six months straight. No matter what he did, the amount of liquor he drank, he just couldn't forget you. He couldn't forget the way he hurted you. He couldn’t forget the way things ended. Tonight was another attempt to blurry the pass. All the guys were there and he could really use some company for a change.

"Yo B-dog" Tris hugged him sideways after giving him a handshake. Everyone in the group cheered him. "I thought you were dead or something." 

"I'm alive, I'm alive" He said letting out a light giggle.

"Our boy got love-trapped but it's free now" Connor said and Brad gave him a dead glare.

"Hey Connor, chill man, the night jus starting bro" Tristan rolled his eyes and looked at Brad. "I heard Gemma was looking for you by the bar" Tris humorously said.

"Dude, she heard you got single. Wants some fun..." James laughed as the rest of the group. Brad laughed too thinking about how desperate she was. She really liked the way he treat her. More important she loved the way he fucked her. Agressively. Emotionless. It always lasted a few minutes. Being with Gemma was always fun.

Brad smiled at his friends words. The girl was a hook up from a long time ago. He met her when he ended highschool and started going out every single week. She was the same age at (y/n) but she was nothing like her. Gemma skin was cold and hard, her fingers were not delicate and her nails were always so big that used to leave marks all over his back every single time. Her hair smelled like cigarette smoke and her lipstick stained multiple of his shirts. A while back it was enough for him, but now he had tasted better.

"I saw her back there" James gave Brad a cup and he drank the liquid with no questions asked. 

“No man, I’m good.” He explained to his friend, smile still in his face.

“Oh come on, I gave her yo number, you’ve been dry man” James mocked him and he playfully hit his friend arm. 

“I’m telling you. I’m fine.” He took another sip into his cup. He was repeating this to himself, convincing himself that he was indeed fine. But if his walls could talk they would tell otherwise. 

“When you see her....” James dramatically paused. “I’m just telling you this” He was gesturing with his hands sugesting how good she looked after all this time. 

“Okay okay, man” 

Brad decided to omit this Gemma part while telling (y/n) the previous event who left him in that state. She had this blank expression on her face that Brad couldn’t quite read. Until now he just went out, party with his friends.

“I’m going to the bar, getting another one” Brad told Tris, almost shouting into his ear. Tristan couldn’t care less, a blonde hair cutie had kept his attention, dancing around him and smiling to him. After a few shots he had shutted down his reflexive movements.  

Brad rolled his eyes and started his journey to the bar thru the sea of people. All of his mates got hook ups while the night continued. He had a few girls hiting on him. He was the kind of guy who atracked girls attention and he knew how to take advantage of that in the past. But now he wasn’t feeling. Even the one who  fell at his foot previously on his way to the bathroom, he politely helped her get up but soon refused her invitation for a dance.

The bar was crowded and only had two bartenders trying to give atention to everyone. He knew that if he had a clevage he was served quickly. That tought made him sick. Just in his luck, while he waited for his drink a sharp finger poked his shoulder making him look back. 

“I can’t believe, Brad fucking Simpson” She said loudly. Enough for him to cringe while she hugged him tigh, moving her hands way to low in his waist. 

“Gemma.” He gave her a small smile when she pulled back. Her hands didn’t left his body. He was too drunk to take them from him.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here.” She said frowning.

Liar. He tought. Remembering Connor’s words. 

She kept rumbling things, explaining to her friend how he met him and some of the adventures they use to have. He tried to understand but honestly he just wanted a fucking drink to blurry out.

“This guy took me to london eye just to make me kneel-”

“Hey hey.. easy Gemma.” Brad prevent the girl to continue telling her story.

“Oh you’re ashamed now?” She laughed. “I don’t remember you being ashamed at the old couple on the cabin above us seeing everything.” She rolled her eyes. “She made you fucking soft. You couldn’t even get a drink anymore.” She smiled.

Brad sarcastically laughed. A part of him, the drunk one, believed everything she was saying. Indeed he got soft. This night had prove him.

“Does she also made you stop using it?” She showed him her pocket. A little pink pill was carefully hidden inside her hand. Brad didn’t answer her. She broke the small circumference in three parts. 

“See, I said it. You turned fucking soft.” She came close to his face. Her hands supporting her weight on his tights. “I bet you couldn’t take a night like the old times.” Her breath hit his face and he closed his eyes. “I bet you couldn’t take me” She moved to his ear and he looked at her face. She handed to her friend a piece of the pink substance and put the another two parts  in her tongue. She moved forward and touched his lips. He openned his mouth and let her move one peace of the pill into his mouth.She smirked leaning in to kiss him. With a change of music they were heading to the bathroom, her hand guiding him through the crowd towards the bathroom...

[bronwiebear-brad]

Can we get another protective Brad please? Xx

I live for protective Brad, so HEEEEELL YEAH WE CAN !! XX

Her fingers gently running up and down tru his back, the sunscreen leaving a cold sensation. And he hummed in satisfation during his sleep, as she kissed his salty naked shoulders. The sound of the waves, her strokes on his skin smoothly and the warm sun, provinding him the enough confort to relax.

Her eyes landed on the ocean before closing them, inhaling the salt brease and feeling the sun on her skin. Then, she opened her eyes and search for her book inside her tote bag.

As the minutes went by and the sun was higher, it was getting hotter and that made her interupt her reading, close her book and went for a quick dip to cool off. She thought of waking him up and dragging him with her to the water, insisting on the fact that he was very exposed to the sun. But then she remembered how desperate he was a few days ago for this short break to rest and recharge, and that made her take his t-shirt and cover him, at least his legs.

She felt so much better after a short swim. Combing her now wet hair back, she sat by the sea as she always liked to do, leaning back on her arms, just enjoying the golden lines that reflected in the small waves. She smiled seeing two children running by the sea, in their littlr boddies covering with sunscreen and while a poor father got covered with wet sand and a giggling mother filmed the scene.

The little familly's cheerful and contagious moment made her laugh and capture her attention in such way that she didn't even got a change to dodge a very fast ball coming from the other side.

"Perdón...uh I'm so sorry!" A boy crouched down grabbing the ball with one hand and looking at her in pity as she rubbed the outside of her now red thigh in an expression of pain.

Well that is going to leave a mark. She tought.

"It's okay." She said kindly and he friendly smiled. She got ready to get up from the floor but he interrupted her with his hand.

"Here, at least let me help you" The brunette gave his hand to help her up but she politely refused, earning a low grin from the boy. He was enjoying this. And he was enjoying watching her shake the sand out of her legs. "Do you want me to check that?" He leaned in and she turned around, preventing him from looking.

"No-no! It's fine, thanks." Again, she smiled kindly and politely as posible.  

"Are you sure? It's my day off but I'm uh...salvavidas... a lifeguard!" He smirked and winked at her and she cringed. His intire male group watching and whisteling from afar at the interaction. And that made her uncomfortable.

"She said it was fine. So piss off!" Brad's voice made her look back and he stood in front of her with a frowing expression and with his sunglasses on."Oi! Are you deaf? Dejala sola! Andate!" He clicked his tongue and the boy raised his arms showing truce, turning around with the ball at his feet and disappearing running.

She hugged his neck and he turned around. After a sweet peck on his slightly burned nose, that make him look extremely cute, she thanked him and stole his sunglasses.

"I can't even take you to bloody Spain without the worry of guys hitting on you" He hugged her waist and pushed her closer to his warm chest.

"You don't have to worry about that, specially when you just shouted angrily in spanish" She smiled, fingers playing with the small locks on the back of his head. "That was... very hot!" She wiggled her eyebrows funny and he giggled.

"Guess I'm the lucky dude who's about the kiss the... más bonita... and hottest woman in this beach!" He smiled and pecked her salty lips. When they pulled back she looked at his face for a few seconds, smiling and admiring the most adorable, handsome man. "And also, the one who's about to get her wet!" He warned her smirking and quickly lifted her from the floor.

"No no no no, Bradley!" She warned him screaming while her legs kicked the air defeatedly. And he mischievously smiled, running into the ocean with her in his arms. "Please babe" She tried to pout and make the most adorable puppy eyes but he pretended to drop her. "No no!" She held his shoulders harder and he laughed.

"Can I get a kiss then?" He asked and her face lit up. Easy, she tought. Quickly grabing his cheeks and moving his face to kiss him.

Well the kiss didn't last seconds since the boy decided to drop both bodies into the cold water and swim away from her, after her threats of revenge and splashes of water.

[bronwiebear-brad]

Giggling sex is so underrated and it's actually so cute! I was wondering if you could write something based on that? The friends n benefits blurb was the beeeest 💛 hope your well babe!

Yes, that's actually so true. Giggling sex is the cutest haha. I usually don't do smut stuff but I hope this is okay and doesn't feel weird  💛

Warnings: smut (I tried to write it as much smoothly as possible but if you feel uncomfortable about these stuff or if ure under 18, please don't read).

Monday morning was a lil foggy in Birmingham. The light coming between the curtains badly illuminated the room and when you rolled on your back, you bumped into a slightly awake Bradley, making your lips curve into a lil sleepy smile.

Your sight of him, even in the dark, was pure bliss. Especially in the mornings. His nose was scrunched as he tried to open his eyes. His hair was wild and lots of wild curls covered his forehead. His cheeks were slightly blushed from the duvet's heat. His arms still hugged your waist tightly and his legs were tangled with yours. Your gaze focused on his lashes that blinked a few times embracing the light slowly and when you came into his view, he smiled and pulled you closer to his warm chest.

"Morning, pretty brown eyes". Your voice was weak and he growled when your hand travelled to his hair and brushed it back.

"Morning, love". He answer and straight his legs and arms making the duvet reveal his naked chest. "Bloody shit, we woke up before the alarm." He was facing you, frowning and closed his eyes angrily to try get back to sleep again. You laughed and kissed his cheek as his hands pressed your back into his front. Chests touching and you could almost feel his heart beating soflty.

"That's not a bad thing, babe". You said touching his pouted lips and moved your leg up to hug his waist. Your other hand grabbed his arm softly touching and running circles on the skin.

"Innit?" his eyes remained closed and his lips tried to kiss your fingers but you moved them fast enough. Leaving him sighing. "Tell me more..".

"We just earned ourselves some extra time.. ". You whispered in his ear and he pressed his hips into yours. "Just us two, babe". You could feel him already thru the clothes fabric. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection during the night or maybe it was your raspy voice and warm breath against his ear and neck. He was moving slowly and that made you whimper and giggle at his needy actions. When you started to move your waist in circles very very slowly and making the much needed friction between you two, he opened his eyes lazily and grabbed your hips firmly.

You started to making out lazily. Your lips swollen and your breaths fast. The desire was growing and after a few minutes exchanging touches and lovely sounds, you both pulled back for air, with you foreheads pressed. There wasn't literally any space between your bodies and that made you blush, since you both were only wearing underwear.

"Please, Bradley.." You let out as he worked magic on your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses and love bites. He loved the way his name left your pretty little mouth. How easily and beautifully his name rolled out of your tongue and that was enough to get him completely whipped for you.

"Asking so nicely, princess". He looked right into your eyes. Those piercing brown eyes studying your face grow in pleasure as his hands pulled his shorts down. "You want me to make you feel good, angel?" his hands touched you where you need him the most and you gasp closing your eyes. "Yeah, you do. Look at you so needy and ready for Bradley, eh". That's when he ended the teasing and got into action.

You two moved slowly as the world was brought back to life. A few cars passing by and even the neighbors steps at the apartment above could be heard. Inside, the moans and the bed cracking, revealing the increase of pace that your bodies were moving. This was certainly new, having him from the side lazily, both panting and cursing, as your bodies rushed to follow your high.

The big sleepy grinn's on your blushed faces as the moment reached its end and after the hoarse loud moans that escaped your mouths. You didn't move and you could still feel the pulsing sensation between your legs coming from him.

The room went silent again but only for a few seconds, since a frenetic alarm went off making you two jump, laugh and giggle.

[bronwiebear-brad]

some fluff content to lighten my mood????? pleaseeeeeee love, ily

I think we all need this. Also I hope you’re doing well and staying safe.

Warnings: nothing but pure cuteness.

Your hands on his as you guided him thru the steps into the front door. His voice sounded funnier and curious as he complained about having his eyes covered with a red bandana and his blanked vision.

"Oh, oh, I smell fresh paint!!!" He sniffed and scrunch his nose, almost falling because you forgot to tell him about the last step into the hall. "BABE!! Weren’t you supposed to guide me?" He grabbed your hands firmly as you helping him into the house and closed the door behind you two.

"I am guiding you. If you stop making a lot of questions and interrupt my instructions..." You rolled your eyes and smiled, leading him along the empty hall.

Taking a quick look at his figure your heart melted at the cuteness. He looked extremely handsome with some jeans dungarees and a black sweater under it. Hair a mess and some facial hair that he purposefully forgot to shave that morning. It was sunday and the days were getting darker and colder. You laughed remembering how old that red bandana was, that you found in the back of his car, and the way he use to wear it in his hair every single day, a few years back.

"I need you to dress up really quick and give me your car keys". You said stepping into his house after giving him a small peck on his cheek and making your way into the living room. Him following you with a curious expression. "Oh hi, Ms. Simpson." You smiled widely, noticing his mom on the other side of the room.

"Hmm- first of all how about hello love of my life, i've missed you dearly? Secondly, there's no way i'm letting you drive my precious car". He laughed and fall on the couch, grabbing the tv remoter.

"Hi love, its so nice to see you!" Anne smiled and left the atention on her laptop to look at you. "Good luck on draggin that slug out of my couch, darling." Her sentence made all three laught and after what felt like hours convincing him, you were driving, proudly of course, to the house you and Brad choose to move in together. Your first house.

"Don't roll your eyes at me". He whined and pouted bringing you from your own thoughts.

"How do you know if I rolled my eyes?" You laughed and asked curious.

"I heard it." He tried to controll his laugh and you lightly tapped on his shoulder. "Hey!! Don't hit the blind man!!" He pouted again and you caught his lips with a sweet peck, taking him off guard. “I hope this isn’t some halloween scary shit babe, I know how much you insanely love this spooky season”. He giggled.

"Oh can you just shut up already?". Your hands grabbed the fabric covering his eyes and gently pull the fabric backwards, pushing his hair back in the process.  "There you go." You smiled.

He was looking at you before recognising the space. You were both in the middle of the empty living room. He was about to talk again with his brows furrowing but you grabbed his cheeks and move his face to the side gently, making him look at the other corner of the room. His eyes widen as he recognised the big wooden object placed by the window. He was speachless as he walked in its direction. The object was his old piano, the one he learned how to play when he was younger, in his grandparents house.

"I’ve wasked your father to help me move it". You said as you followed his figure around the room. The light coming from the window gave him a beautiful glow and you swore that his eyes were sparkling. "I think it will look great with the rest of the forniture. We could just leave it here, if you want".

"This was my first piano." He sat on the bench and opened the board covering the keys. "I--" He looked at you with a grin. "Thank you, m’love." You winked and aproach him. You hugged him from behind and placed your chin on his shoulder. “I loved it, (y/n). I love you.” His head moved to the side and kissed your cheek.

"I can't wait to waste all sundays listening you playing for me." You whispered into his ear and he sighed. His hands already moving along the white keys and filling the empty house and your ears with soft calm music. This would certainly be the beginning of many moments together.

[bronwiebear-brad]

Quarentine w/ Brad:

Waking up late smothered with kisses and cuddles. Staying a while in bed because he doesn’t let you get up by giving soft pecks at your belly and exposed legs. “Brad, my bladder will explode. I really need to pee”. “Way to go champ, you just ruined the moment”.

Having the best time of your lifes enjoying each other’s company. “I don’t think we spend this much time together before”. “I know but I’m loving it”. “We should consider you moving in after this”. You would look at him and he would be all serious. “I mean it”. “Bradley, your just saying that because of my bronwies and everyday sex”. “Fair enough, but is it too bad that I love having you around 24/7?″. Your heart melting at how cute your boy was.

Spending a lot of time watching movies, since you couldn’t agree on what series to watch. “I can’t believe you never watched The Office, you div”. “I don’t but let’s just whatch Love Is Blind, darling”. “Ugh no, too cringe”. And you two would start an healthy argument. “How about a movie marathon?” He came up with the idea jumping into the couch and grabing the remote. “Only if it’s Shrek”. “Gosh that’s why I love you so much. You always have the best ideas love, come here”. And you would spend the whole day watching the four movies (the musical from Broadway included) all cuddled up in the couch with a blanket and a bowl of microwave popcorn. Always laughing at the jokes and kissing in the cute parts.

Also, quarentine was making lil chef’s out of you two. You insisting in cooking more healthy food and Brad slowing getting his way into the kitchen. “I don’t think that’s the right way to do it”. You said sitting on the counter far from him and trying not to laugh at his attempt to bake a cake with chocolate all over his face. “I’ll videocall my mom then”.“She’s going to laugh at the fact that we can’t do a simple cake”.“Please loves, just don’t burn the whole house down”. His mom would say before ending the call and watching your faces and clothes covered in flour and chocolate. 

Playfully cooking and dancing around the kitchen, sometimes ending with a flour fight and a lot of tickles.

Playing a lot of boardgames and videogames. “Brad, I saw you, you just steal 200$ from the bank!” You rolled your eyes. “I did not.” “Show me your money then”. “No”. And then you would crawl into his lap only to find the stolen money in his pockets. “Oops”. He would simple pout and lift his arms in a defensive way and you would playfully hit his chest making him chuckle. 

I swear that boy would try to cheat at every game, even in scrabble. “Uh, “beso” isn’t a word Brad”. You rolled your eyes laughing. “It’s a spanish word babe”. “We’re not playing this game in spanish “pendejo””. You would playfully mess with him. “Oh you’re no fun love, but puedes me dar un beso por favor?” He would pout and make puppy eyes using his weak skills in spanish to make you more in love. And you would totally gave in because he just asked you for a kiss in spanish and that was actually very hot.

Sometimes you had to came up with new ideas to have fun and kill the time, when you weren’t working on your computer or having zoom meetings. Dancing together was one of them. He would put music and you two would dance together: sometimes drunk at 2am and sometimes very passionate and slowly and very very close, his hands on your waist lightly squeezing and your hands on the back of his neck pulling his hair softly, glued chest's and whispering love words.

Talk a lot about stuff. “Brad, do you believe in ghosts?”. You would ask lying in bed in the dark at night and with your legs entwined. “(Y/N), it is 3am, are you trying to get me scared?” He would laugh and wrap his arms around your waist and look at your face properly. “Wait... did you saw one?” He would sit and turn on the light quickly making you laugh.

Sometimes having deep conversations. “Do you want to have kids in the future?” “I don’t know Brad. Honestly I never thought about it. Do you?”. “Uh, yeah but we don’t have to if you don’t want it”.“Wait, we? You think about us having kids?” And his cheeks would turn red as he slowly nods yes. “What they look like?”  “They have your smile and your eyes. And when they laugh their cheeks make dimples, just like yours”. “Wait, did you said they?”. “Yeah babe, three kids”. 

Bathing together. “This is so relaxing”. “See? I told you, angel. Plus we’re saving water. It is Ecofriendly and Bradley-friendly”.  

Watching him doing lives and perform.

He having more time to compose a song for you or teaching you how to play an instrument

Wearing his hoodies everyday.

Making face masks. “oh it tickles” “it’s normal, try to relax now”. “you shouldn’t have put it on my beard darling, the mask will rip it”. “you call that a beard?”

Bonus:

“Brad, what are we doing today?” You would ask coming into the kitchen to have breakfast in nothing but an old tshirt from the vamps and underwear and he would sigh. “You”. 

[bronwiebear-brad]

This gave me college!Brad vibz, idk but can u imagine brad as a college boy