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bronwiebear-brad · 1 year

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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.

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years

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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”.

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years

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protective brad, please?

You were enjoying the music. In fact, you were enjoying it too much. Perhaps it was the dark orange effect of the sun setting in the distance, or the pool falling into the view of the sea or the two glasses of cuba libres. One thing you knew for sure: that everything mixed gave the rooftop an electrifying vibe.

You had never really liked sunset parties. In your opinion they were too fancy and boring, but when a friend said she was having her birthday party at one, you couldn't refuse. On the positive side: she had rented the space only to the group she invited. Less positive side: there were a lot of people in that balcony. And as it got darker the music got louder and the dance floor got jammed with people.

You were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water and watching the water bubbles emerge, while your boyfriend surfaced. You couldn't help but smile when you saw his hair pulled back and notice his nose a bit sunburned. You could feel the drops of water coming from his hair, as he shooked his head in order to fix it. His hands were placed next to your thighs and he pulled himself upwards flexing his arms. His wet chest tickling yours.

"I think this is mine". He laughed grabbing the bottle placed next to you and took a sip.

"Hey". You pouted receiving a small peck on the nose. “Finders keepers” You tried to pull him into the pool again but totally failing and earning a light giggle from him.

"Enough alcohol for you, beautiful" He sat beside you on the edge. "I'll get us something to drink" He informed you and got up.

"Oh Brad?" You called him and he quickly turned. "Bring me your t-shirt, I'm bloody cold" You asked pouting again and that made him crouched down and gave you a soft peck on your lips.

"Wait here babe, two minutes, don't leave" You nodded and watch him disapear still a bit wet and half naked, into the sea of people.

Returning your atention to the pool you watched as people danced, chatted or drank with their friends. Being to cold, made you get a towel and wrap it around your shoulders.

"Nice colour". A male voice made you stop thinking about where was your friend who you didn't saw since the party started.

The boy was pretty. He had dark brown eyes and his hair was perfectly trim short with a few curls on the top, so much shorter than Brad's. His face was thin and that jaw could cut paper. He was referring to the color of your bikini and that made you slightly blush, because his words made you think about the reaction your boyfriend had, early in the day.

"Thanks". You managed to say. You thought about using short and emotionless answers. That way he might realize you weren't interested and leave you alone, waiting for your boyfriend with those goddamm drinks.

The boy took the opportunity to sit beside you and you cursed yourself mentally for not going to the bar with Brad.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He offered you his hand to shake and you took it politely, introducing yourself too.

You could feel his eyes on your body as he kept talking about the party and the music, that made you cover yourself more with the towel and listen silently. Everytime he attempted to get closer to you, you moved a few inches from him. He wasn't getting it. Maybe the alcohol in his senses or maybe he was that dumb.

"Wanna go dance?!" He suggested with a big smille and grabbed your arm softly trying to get you up from the floor. "Come on, beautiful." That nickname coming from that mouth made you nauseous.

"Hmm..n-no. I'm..n-" Your mind was still confused from his bold actions.

"Please don't touch her" A well known voice spoke behind you two making you close your eyes in relief. Finally you thought to yourself.

"Piss off dude." The boy talked again, this time angry that someone was blocking his moves. He ignored Brad and looked at you. "Can ya’ believe this cock blocker?" He laughted placing one hand on your back but you stayed still. After all he was really that silly.

"I said.." Brad came closer. "Don't fucking touch her." You got the chance to look at him. He settled the drinks at a table and got closer to you two, holding his black tshirt in one hand and on the other making a fist.

You could tell that he was mad. His voice was deep. His eyes were wide and dark, the moon gave them a beautiful colour. As you try to move away from Tom, you looked at Brad worrying about his thoughts and his next moves. That made you stand up and went straight to his arms.

Brad kissed your head and asked you if you were okay. You whispered an yes and you felt him relax a bit. He opened the shirt and pulled it over your head, helping you with your arms and letting it fall just a little below your tighs. The dry sensation and the smell of his perfum made you smile and get comfortable.

Your arms hugged his neck as he held you tightly around the waist, and you kissed gently, while a Spanish song played in the background.

The kiss quickly became hotter and more desperate, as both savored each other's lips. But this kiss was different, frantic and possessive, nothing he had ever given you before. He was jealous and he was making it clear that you were his. He was marking territory and making a statement, while the other silly boy remained at the foot of the pool with an understanding expression. In the middle of the kiss, you felt him pressing you into his chest and the sudden contact made you whimper, making him smirk between the kiss.

The moment seemed to last for long minutes and when you finally pulled away, both were breathing hard and with a silly smile on your faces. You remained attached to him still recovering, and he glanced at the boy, who was still watching you two closely. He was looking very uncomfortable with Brad's piercing eyes and he finally prepared to leave the place before Brad called him.

“Hey dumbass?”. Brad now had a funny expression and when his hand went inside your shirt and unscrewed the top of your bikini and removed it, you realized that he was now making fun of the poor guy who wished he hadn't even approached you. "Here, since you loved it so much". And then he threw the top of the bikini at the boy and made him disappear running through the crowd.

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years

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can you write a really angsty prompt with brad? like no happy endings or any of that sweet stuff, just straight up good old angst. thank you!

His eyes travelled down to his drink as she settled herself on the bar stool, spoke to the bartender and ordered one drink, the one he remembers being her favorite. A mixture of regret, longing and embarrassment filled the moment. The happy music playing in the background and the laughs from the people inside the venue didn't help either. It was supposed to be a happy day. Still was, but for their friends who were celebrating a wedding. How silly of the two to think that the other wouldn't be there to celebrate it either. It was the cons to have mutual friends.

For Brad she was still beautiful. Lighter hair, darker skin and a black thin silk dress that accentuated the curves of her body better than ever. A year and a half later and she seemed to have composed herself. The smile she now wore on her face made him jealous. Just because he wasn't the reason for it. Not anymore. Just because last time he saw her, she was crying and sobbing. Just because she wasn't the same. She wasn't that girl he fell for. Just because she wasn't his girl. Not anymore. She was someone even better. Someone who has learned to heal alone and in silence. The better version of herself that he craved so god damn much.

For her, he was still breathtaking. She notice how his hair was shorter, something she always hated because she loved the way his hair looked a mess in the morning. She noticed his matured face, with some traces of tiredness and dark circles under his eyes, but still with the same features that she recognized too well and hated herself for. She notice the same freckles and spotted new addition she was unaware of, some facial hair on the chin and over the lip. He had the same rings on his fingers and some new ones.

Another sip on his glass after a few seconds of awkward silence, making him travel back and remember the exact same day when it all went apart.

“Why?” He asked with his voice breaking. The cozy warm spot seemed meaningless holding that heated argument.

“It feels like there’s oceans between us, Brad.” She said with tears staining her cheeks as she gained the courage to continue. It cost her so much to let him go but it had to be.

“I will find a way to cross it. I swear m'love, I'll-...” At this point the despair was noticeable in his voice.

“We always say that but end up here. Its a endless loop, Bradley. I can’t do it to myself.” She almost gave in as he looked at her with soaked eyes and placed his hands on her thighs, lovingly touching, as he always did to confort her. "Not anymore."

“But I love you.” The three words that left his mouth were the most honest and sincere words. But she forced the words out. It was easier that way because all she wanted to do was hug him tigh and say that everything was going to be okay, because what she really wanted to do in that moment was to wipe his tears off with her sleeves and stroke his hair while he calmed down on her shoulder. She wanted to answer, tell him how much she loved him back. How much she wanted to kiss his sadness away. But her actions led her to embrace him in her arms and he instantly hugged her back, as if his life depended on that hug. “Stay by my side, please. I need you.” His voice was muffled by her hair and was trembling because of the crying. His words echoed in her head for a long time as long breaths filled the silence in the room who was once her’s.

“I’ll be here if you need me to.” She said calmly. For a moment he had some hope. “But I’ll not love you as you want me to.” These words were like stabs in his heart.

“Brad.” Her voice brought him to the present and made him look at her in an instant. He loved the way she said his name and even blushed a little because after all this time he still enjoyed the way his name left her pretty pink lips. She had her drink in her hand and a small smile.

"(Y/n)." He returned with a weak smile, raised his drink and watched her closely as she got off the bench and headed across the room. He fixed her while she walked away from him in such an easy, simple way. As if their story had flown on a windy day. As if there was nothing left.

He wanted to call her back. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he lost her over something so little, so stupid, so selfish. How he thought of her every day. How he wanted to call her everynight but her number wasn’t the same. How lonely he felt when going out with his friends. How he missed her touch. Her laugh. Her terrible jokes. Her way of loving him.

But he couldn't call her back, it wasn’t fair. Now, all he could do was watching her from afar while she danced calmly and with her eyes closed on another boy's shoulder. He watched from afar while she whispered sweet things in another boy's ear and smiled dearly with her eyes sparkling. While she moved to the music that was once their’s. While the dim lights gave her a lovely glow and while that black thin dress made her look like a princess and he couldn’t even tell her how fucking pretty she looked.

Indeed, there were oceans between them two, all over again.

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years

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35!

Prompt: 35. “Please don’t cry”.

Walking towards the bathroom after waking up from a nap in the couch, you passed the open bedroom door. Your body immediately stopped when you glanced and noticed the open suitcase on the bed and some clothes scattered.

A boy in black tracksuits rummaged in the dresser drawer in an attempt to find socks, stopping when he felt your arms tight around his torso.

"Oh hi there, sleepy girl". He smiled instantly. “Did you rest?”

"You packing yet? I thought you’re going to do that only tomorrow. Missed you on the couch, my cuddly bear pillow." You pouted and put your ear to his back, feeling the vibration of the giggle he gave.

"Yes, love. I have to be in the airport early. The flight is at 8 am". He said and you let out a growl of disappointment. “Don’t need to worry about me tho, James is driving me there”. He kept telling about tomorrow's plans while putting the clothes inside the suitcase, this time with you hugged from his back.

It was only when you sobbed that he stopped what he was doing, grabbing your arms and turned you around, facing you.

“Please, don’t cry”. He grabbed your face with both hands and sat on the bed bringing you to his lap. “You make it so hard for me to leave. Look at that face.” His finger went over your bottom lip strocking it and you kissed it. “Everytime, sweatheart”.

“M’ sorry”. You said innocently and he laughed. “What’s so funny, silly?” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and look at him frowning.

“You apologising for getting me totally drooling over you” His hands were on your hips and his sentence made you blush. “Oh, you’re ashamed now?”. He laughed and pinched the skin under your sweater. “This morning didn’t seem when you suc-” You interrupted him.

“Shut up!” You shouted blushing even more and hiding your face in the collar of his hoodie. Biting lightly at his skin when he started laughing frantically, getting up from the bed with you in his arms and walking to the bathroom.

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