𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. It's hard to love someone you're going to kill. © hairtoolong

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❛fuck you, simpson!❜ ❛my pleasure, babe❜ © hairtoolong

'He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no-one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection.'

"love, 'scuse me, but could you take a photo of us?" ❁ ❁ ❁ - brad simpson highest: #1 under connorsamueljohnball #2 under thevampsimagines #1 under brad #3 under bradsimpson #4 under bradleywillsimpson

"I want to meet someone who makes me feel the way music does."

𝐁𝐔𝐒 He took the same bus as her and from then they were screwed. © hairtoolong

TARGET: Russell Wells - Head of an international uranium trafficking network MISSION: Infiltrate Wells's entourage to uncover the identity of his suppliers and clients LOCATION: Krasnoyarsk, Russia TEAM: Olivia Miller (AA), Bradley Simpson (BA), James McVey (BA), Tristan Evans (BA), Connor Ball (BA). DEPARTURE: April 15th. 05:00AM. "Russia? With the British? Over my dead body." the brunette said, holding the mission briefing in her hands, knowing too well she didn't have a choice in the matter. The American Agency (the AA) needed their best element for a special mission in collaboration with the British Agency (the BA), and that was exactly what Olivia was. Recruited by the AA as a child, the girl had been training her entire life, quickly turning into a deadly weapon. Now at the top of her twenty-four years of age, her expertise in close combat, experience on the field and undeniable beauty made her the agent of choice for the mission. "Why can't you send Madison? She aced her last mission. Plus, she's gorgeous and will have no problem seducing the guy." the girl pleaded, hoping the Agency would change their mind and send another one of their agents. The British Agency was known to be difficult to work with, and the rivalry the two Agencies had been sharing for decades didn't help. The AA agents dreaded being assigned a mission with the BA, knowing they'd have to work with a bunch of despicable tea drinker/fried fish eaters/Queen suckers. "Here's your new identity and a few gadgets you might find useful. Be ready at 5am sharp." Mr Cooke said handing Olivia a black leathered suitcase. "Fuck me." the girl answered as she took hold of it, realizing she had no choice but work with the British for the mission. It was going to be a long few months.

Y/N has a different story. Brad's determined to know it; no matter how he gets told.

Who knew having Brad Simpson being your room mate would cause so much drama.

people do change [ e d i t : pls bear with my bad writing, I wrote this a few years ago zo yeah :> ]