"Yes, dad, I've been eating very well,"you sighed at the phone, listening to your dad rant about how you should eat more vegetables.
"Dad, I'm not five, thank you and goodbye,"you hung up, rolling your eyes as Brad marched into the room.
"Good morning,"he chipped, kissing your cheek.
"Morning, B,"you smiled, grabbing an apple from the counter.
"Heard you talk to your dad,"he mentioned, "Still worried about the veggies?"
"Yep. Apparently he read somewhere that they reduce muscle pain,"Brad chuckled at your words, remembering the time your dad thought you had a problem with your muscles when you were just sore from the night before.
"That was such a day,"he kept on laughing to himself.
"Definitely not funny. My dad thinks I have some type of disease."
"Dick-sease more like,"he laughed. His little pun made you chuckle as well, your cheeks blushing.
"Brad,"you gasped, pretending to be offended as you lightly slapped his shoulder. You heard him hiss, scrunching his face in pain.
"Shit, was it too hard?"
"No, I'm fine,"he brushed it off, "Let's go shopping, shall we?"
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"We don't need more plants, Brad, leave the cactus down,"you sighed as he sadly placed the cactus back to its place.
"You are such a wuss,"he whined, crossing his arms over his chest.
"We need to get going, we've been here for over an hour,"you reasoned.
"I like shopping,"he shrugged but you glared at him, raising one brow.
"Is it that or do you just love making fun of me for not being able reach the top shelf?"
"Maybe a bit of both,"he smirked.
"Okay, now go grab the sweets and let's go home,"you said and patted his upper back which once again caused his to hiss.
"Shit,"he cursed, flinching away from you.
"Jeez, what did I do now?"
"Nothing don't worry. I'm gonna get M&M's,"he rushed, quickly walking away as he spoke. You stood there for a second quite confused at what was up with him but shrugged and kept on shopping.
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"Dinner's ready!"you called from the kitchen and in a second, Brad rushed in. He sat on a chair, looking as if he hadn't eaten in years.
"I'm starving,"he groaned.
"I can tell,"you answered and placed his plate in front if him. He didn't hesitate one bit as he shoved a forkfull of chicken in his mouth.
"This is brilliant,"he moaned, quickly shoveling food in his mood.
"You're gonna get sick if you eat this fast."
"Mhm,"he hummed, totally ignoring your words. You shook your head and sat down next to him, eating your food. You obviously are much slower that Brad but you still imagined to somehow start a conversation with him. It was a quick one since you both finished your food and Brad offered to wash the dishes. You gladly accepted his offer, feeling a bit tired.
He swiftly took the two plates, the silverware and the glasses in the sink and got the water running, pouring a bunch of dish soap on a sponge.
"You know you don't have to use this much soapn, right?"you chuckled, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around him. You rested your head on his upper back, causing him, for the third time today, to flinch and let out a cry of pain.
"Ow!"
"Okay, I've had enough,"you pulled away, stomping your foot on the ground, "Tell me what's up?"
"Nothing's up,"he answered, his eyes focused on the plates he was washing.
"Brad, stop doing the dishes and look at me."
He sighed, slowly turning to face you after the closed the tap, "Promise you won't freak out okay?"
"You got a tattoo or something?"you asked, trying to put the pieces together.
"No, we both know I'm too scared to do that,"you nodded at his words, "You just went a bit hard last night."
"Wha-"he cut you off by turning around, his back facing you, and pulling his shirt up. A gasp left your mouth as you took in the sight of the many red scratches that were scattered across his upper back.
"God,"you breathed.
"It just stings a bit, I promise I'm fine,"he quickly said.
"I feel bad now,"you stepped closer, placing a soft kiss on his right shoulder. He pulled his shirt down and turned around, his lips on yours in seconds.
"No need, I promise. I just need to go a bit easier on you,"he smirked.
"No, I'll just not get acrylics ever again,"you shook your head, Brad bursting into a fit of laughter.
"You're something else, y/n,"he said before kissing your lips.
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i an VERY aware that this is the worst imagine out there but it had potential. the idea was good but for some reason i couldn't write at all, hence the 5 day absence. i have so many ideas these days but i can't write for the life of me:(
but ill try to write some more and make it at least average. im literally sorry you had to read this but it's okay, i tried
my best lmao
anyways stay safe, wash your hands and most importantly STAY INSIDE. yes, you can go for a short walk but stay inside as much as possible
hope you liked this<3
-sofia
