#that's just what happens when you're a big squishy boy with a funny face

[cold-neon-ocean]

I wanna put a sticker on his back just to fuck with Brig

He's truly never beating the oversize load allegations that's for sure

[hiyabradley]

“Do you happen to have a fan account about me?” (Part 2/2)

Masterlist|My Wattpad

Requested by: @imcalledshannonxoxo

Warnings? Strong language

Words: 1682

Brad came down after his bath and sat next to me on the sofa.

"Can I ask something?" He asked.

"Sure, what is it?" I turned to face him.

"Oh god how do I asked this?"

"Ask what?"

"Do you happen to have a fan account about me?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"What?" I laughed nervously. "Of course not, why would I?"

He then grabbed my phone from beside me, unlocked it and pulled up the Instagram app with my fan account about him on it. Shit!

"What's this then?" He asked.

"Er, I don't know what that is, sorry!" I blurted out nervously.

"I think you do, explain!"

I stared blankly at him.

"Go on then! Fucking explain!" He said sternly.

"Okay, I know it's wried!" I began.

"Wried? Wried doesn't even begin to explain it!"

"Would you just let me explain?"

"Go on then!"

"Like I said I know it's wried and possibly a little bit creepy, but I only made that account to see what your fans thought about us being together and to talk to them on a more personal level!"

"Since when have you given a shit about what other people think about us being together? And you could just talk to them on your own account!"

"I don't, but I just get curious ya know? And I know I can but it's a lot harder talking to them all when you're getting a notification every minute to five minutes from them!"

"Um yeah okay!" He then started scrolling through the messages. "Oh my god Y/N are you actually being fucking serious?"

"What?" I asked.

"You literally call me Daddy along with them, what the fuck?"

"Oh c'mon, you do have a bit of a Daddy kink!"

He ignored me and continued to scroll through the messages. "Oh god no! This one is even fucking worse!" He spat.

"What one?" I asked.

"They said "he's probably a big boy!" And then you replied with "you didn't hear this from me, but you get a pretty good view of it when you have barrier at tour and yeah I'm not saying anything else!" Winky face emjoi and random letters! What the fuck, delete this shit right now! This is so bad, why are you talking about me like this?"

I laughed at his reaction.

"Y/N it's not fucking funny, it's kinda scary when they talk about me like that!"

"Brad chill!"

"You want me to chill when you talk to my fans about my dick? It's embarrassing babe!"

"I know, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be talking about you like that to them but it just makes me laugh when they claim to know certain stuff about you, I think that's why I talk to them like that!"

"Well please don't, I'd rather you not give away our sexual antics or how "big" you think I am to them, thank you!"

"Alright big Daddy!" I laughed.

He got the pillow next to him and threw it at me.

"Ow!" I whined.

"You can say that to me, just not to them alright?" He spat.

"Okay that's fine, I'll just be like "awww, Bradley bear is so cute and squishy I wanna squish his cheeks so bad!" To them instead then?"

"No! Just talk to them about me in a normal manor from now on please!"

"Brad I can't help it if a fan pops up into my DMs being like what we just discussed or what we're discussing now! I think you'd rather prefer me to talk about you like the second option rather than the first one to them!"

"True, but still!" He then continued to scrolled through the messages I had sent to fans. "As if you just straight up ask what they think of us!"

"Gotta keep the conversation going somehow!"

"Wow, you proper put yourself down don't you?"

I looked over at my phone to see he was on a message where I said "he seems happy with her, but then again she seems kinda annoying!"

"Well it's true, I am annoying!" I admitted.

He took my hand in his. "Baby you're not annoying, if anything I'm the annoying one!"

"You're not annoying B!"

"Neither are you!"

I looked away.

"Baby, you're not annoying! Stop putting yourself down okay?" He cupped my cheek.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll just delete the whole account if you want me too?"

He ignored me and clicked on my requested DM's.

"Wow, people really think you're me?" He laughed.

"Yeah, sometimes I feel like DM'ing them back with a picture of myself like "nope, I'm not Brad but I'm his girlfriend though!" Or a picture of you that's unseen like "yup, hi it's Brad!"

"Shall we?"

"Brad you do release if we do that, then somebody is bound to leak that it's us and then we'll get tons more DM requests and followers and it'll be harder for me to answer them!"

"Good point, let's just keep the account to ourselves for now, but no more of the sexual or Bradley Bear talk alright?"

"Alright!"

"Can I run the account with you?"

"If you'd like? Just don't get stroppy when they're sexual or talk about you like you're five!"

"I'll try not to!"

He then spent the rest of the evening talking to fans on the fan account.