Brad imagine - he thinks you’re hot when angry;
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You groan loudly after hanging up the phone. You jerk your arm back, ready to throw it across the room when Brad catches your wrist.
“Whoa, calm down, Y/N, what did she say?” He asks, referring to the friend you were just talking to.
You huff and lower your arm, putting your phone into your pocket before saying, “She’s being so selfish and rude! She calls me whenever the tiniest thing doesn’t go her way and then she expects me to fix it all! I don’t have all the answers! Why does she always decide to complain to me about every fucking thing?!”
Brad bites his lip and leads you to the couch where he sits. You don’t, though. You clench your fists and take in a breath.
“And then, she has the nerve to get mad at me! For what?! I haven’t done anything wrong. All I’ve done is try to be a good friend by listening to her problems and trying to offer advice. But noooo. When that advice can’t fix the problem immediately, she turns on me and blames me for the whole god damn thing!” You shout, staring at the wall behind Brad.
He nods slowly. “Go on, babe.”
You do, however you would’ve even if he didn’t say that. “I don’t understand her sometimes. She gets pissed off when I don’t give her advice, but then she gets more pissed when I do! What does she want from me? I don’t have all the answers to life! Especially not to her stupid problems that could’ve easily been prevented if she hadn’t been so oblivious to everything that doesn’t involve her! Honestly, it’s like she wants the world to be against her.”
Brad nods again and stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m so sorry babe. That must be so rough on you. You definitely don’t deserve to be treated that way.”
You sigh heavily and plop down on the couch, tired from the yelling. “I just hate being her punching bag all the time.”
He pouts and wraps his arm around you. “I know, Y/N, I know.”
“What do you think I should do?” You ask him, leaning your head onto his shoulder.
Brad shrugs slightly. “I think maybe the two of you need a break to sort things out a bit.”
You sigh. “I’ve been thinking about that for a while now. I might talk to her about it.”
He nods and chews on his bottom lip. “So, are you done yelling then?”
You frown at his tone. He almost sounds … disappointed?
“I guess so,” you reply.
“Oh,” he sighs. “You just erm, you look so hot when you’re angry.”
Your eyes widen at his remark and a light laugh leaves your lips. “Really?”
He nods and looks down at his lap. You follow his gaze, seeing a lump in his pants – larger than usual. That makes you laugh harder.
“It’s not funny!” Brad pouts. “Do you know how sexy you are when you’re yelling? Your cheeks turn red, your voice is so demanding and hot, and you just, gagh, Y/N.”
You giggle and shake your head. “Well, what would you like me to do about your problem?”
He looks at you and pouts harder. “Will you fix it for me?”
Rolling your eyes, you lick your lips and get off the couch, kneeling in front of him. “You’re so weird, Brad. Cute, but weird.”