Request: Brad angst please / Do you think you could do a fluffy Brad smut?
Ask and you shall receive
Warnings: Smut, A lot of angsty Brad, (Fluff)
Words: 2.8k
Brad is a little short on temper, and in a place where the stress of being in a band, touring the world, and writing music can be a little too overwhelming at times; He’s glad he has you to rely on.

*i found this on tumblr*
“They were just joking around Brad, there’s no need to be so pissed off.” You mirrored his actions and folded your arms across your chest. He let out a sigh as he hung his head down and walked away from you.
You followed him into your bedroom where he sat at his desk, scribbling words to a song he was writing. It was obvious that he didn’t have the inspiration to come up with new lyrics because of how frantic he had been acting lately.
Eyeing you fall to your bed and looking over at him, he lets out another sigh and looks down the sheets of paper in front of him. “I don’t have any time for this, Y/N.”
“You never have time for me anymore, Brad.” You mumble and fall back on the bed dramatically.
Brad lets out an annoyed huff and snaps his head to you, “For god’s sake Y/N, if you’re just gonna distract me could you at least go outside?” He throws his pen down and runs a hand through his chocolate curls. “I can’t work with you here.”
These actions were new to you, the way his eyes that wouldn’t meet yours were flooded with anger and the hateful tone he used on you scared you. You shot him a sideways glance before staring at the ceiling again.
“So break up with me.” You said
“I don’t want to do that.”
“It sure seems like it.”
“You know it’s not like that-” His voice was strained from his frustration.
“That’s exactly what it feels like, Brad!” You sat up and looked up at him with wide eyes. “You haven’t spoken to me properly in weeks, you don’t even know what’s going on in my life anymore! You haven’t even kissed me- Hell, when was the last time we had sex?”
“Don’t you dare!” He stood up completely and looked down at you, “Don’t you dare accuse me of such things when you know it’s you who’s giving our relationship a hard time.”
“Excuse me? I haven’t done anything wrong! You’re the one who’s been letting their anger out at me-” You stood up from the bed so that you were eye-level with him now.
“Oh please Y/N, don’t play innocent with me right now. You’ve been spending so much time with the rest of the boys than you have with me!”
“Well at least the other guys don’t treat me like shit.” You growled at his face.
“Bullshit, Y/N. You know it. The other guys? They just want in on your pants and nothing else! You’re being delusional! I bet you’re fucking them behind my back and-”
Slap.
His eyes widened at shock from your actions. You were surprised at yourself, too. Never in the 2 years of your relationship would you ever imagine slapping Brad but you were too hurt to care. You stepped back from him as tears filled your eyes. “Who the hell are you?” You rushed out of the room as the tears fell from your eyes.
