#brad bakshi(kind of)

[ghostenic]

i’ve been rlly enjoying mythic quest so far

[doodles-bi-tea]

Hey I’m 🌱🫖 Anon the one that asked for that detailed Brad Bakshi fic, and I wanted to ask if you are going to release it or if you don’t feel like writing it anymore (it’s totally fine either way) is mostly just to know.

Also I love how you have decorated your blog with a F1 theme. I’m a fellow F1 fan (since childhood) and I’m also Spanish so seeing that you have a Carlos profile picture always makes my day ☺️

-🌱🫖

crying lightning (unfinished/pt. 1)

Brad Bakshi was by no means a warm person. At least, not that you had thought until now.

pairing: brad bakshi x coworker reader [second person, no y/n]

warnings: a couple of cliches, fear of dark and thunderstorms, power outage, profanity, developing feelings. mostly fluff/comfort. brad is a little bit of an asshole, as expected (and now you’re caught up!), but not the whole time. one mention of c.w.

(unfinished) word count: 2.3k

a/n: based off of this request here! heyyyy 🌱🫖 anon, I really appreciated the request! hope you don’t mind I focused it more so on season one/two brad. sorry this took so long to post and I didn’t even get to finish it, I got caught up in the struggles of daily life smh 😔 but thank you so much for your patience, I might finish it if I get the motivation but at the moment I’m not sure… also yes I’m into f1 now!! I might write for some of the drivers if people really want that but I’m not sure since I’ve been very busy. let me know if you’d be interested in that!

Your keys clinked together as you locked the front door of your apartment. After that was done, you slipped them into your bag and began the ten-minute walk to work. The sounds of Los Angeles were blocked out by the headphones you wore, listening to music and podcasts as you crossed streets and walked along the pavement. People, although no more than faces and outfits, passed you every day on the same route you went to get to Mythic Quest headquarters. It felt like just another day.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” You groaned, slouching down and letting your head hit the desk with a thud. The rain was absolutely pouring outside, you could hear it.

Being on the writing team wasn’t as glamorous as you had hoped it would be. C.W., as much as you initially admired his works, was an incredibly lousy head writer. That was normal, but especially today, he or one of the other slightly psychotic department heads were extra adamant on making sure you couldn’t get any work done. Thus you’d needed to stay a little later than normal.

It was only an extra half hour to revise a rough draft and a couple storyboarding charts, you’d told yourself. That was before the rain started twenty minutes into those extra thirty minutes. If you had left on time, you would have been able to get home – and with time to spare! – without needing to get rained on. Since you’d waited, though, the rain started, and forced you to stay in the building until it dissipated. When you checked your phone that morning, the forecast was only clear and sunny. That was clearly not the case now. Locked in your workplace, you decided to continue working until you either finished or the rain stopped.

Back to the present moment, you had just finished the work you needed to do, but the rain hadn’t let up. It didn’t seem like it was going to any time soon, either. If anything, it sounded like it was getting worse. You sat up, leaning back into the rolling chair you had, and pressing your hands to your closed eyes in frustration.

“What are you still doing here?” It was almost like Brad could smell the despair emanating from your being.

Not expecting his sudden presence, you nearly jumped at the mere sound of his voice.

“Jesus Christ, Brad,” You abruptly pulled your hands away from your face and gripped the armrests of the chair. “Scared the shit out of me.”

He scoffed. “I try. But what are you doing here? Work ended an hour ago.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“Yeah, you could. But I asked first. And you still haven’t answered.”

You inhaled through your teeth before pursing your lips. “Okay, fine, I wanted to just finalize some stuff the writing team and I were working on today. Poppy and Ian wouldn’t leave me alone because they were having one of their little… piss fights and were bothering everyone to see who was ‘right.’ I wasn’t gonna stay for that long, but the rain clearly had other plans.” You halfheartedly gestured to the windows in the main room that showed the overcast sky and harsh rain happening outside.

Brad didn’t even bother looking behind him. “And, what? You don’t have a ride or something?”

You furrowed your brows at his response. “Dude. I literally walk to work every day. It’s easier because it’s not that far and I get to avoid the issues of traffic and having to park in the parking structure, you know? And the gas prices, have you seen that bullsh-”

“Yeah, yeah I get it, whatever. Just shut it. I didn’t come here to listen to you complain.” He waved a hand around aimlessly as he began to roll his eyes.

Neither of you said anything further for a moment, you just sat there watching as he studied the ground. If you hadn’t been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the very subtle twitch of his eye and the little exasperated sigh he let out as he seemed to be weighing his options. He opened his mouth, but paused. Then he went on to speak.

“You don’t even have like a flimsy little umbrella or something? A raincoat? Nothing?” He hung his head slightly lower, talking with an air of disbelief.

“Does it look like it, Bakshi?” You held your hands up and swiveled around in the chair a little, glancing quickly around the room with furrowed brows. “If I had either of those I would have left already.”

“I don’t know what goes through your mind,” He scoffed again. “I’m not a lowly writer. I’m the HOMIE.”

You didn’t really have any words. You wanted to so desperately insult him but you knew he would easily be able to destroy you with less effort. Instead you opted for just biting your tongue.

“Whatever. I’ll probably just wait it out. Even if it means I have to sleep in my office.” You moved your chair closer to the desk and laid your forehead down, quietly groaning in defeat.

Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell Brad was fidgeting slightly from where he stood in the doorway. The rain pattered onto the pavement outside, but you could hear the slight rustle of whatever sweater he was wearing, the tapping of his shoe on the carpeted floor, the liquid he swirled around in his mug. Eventually he spoke.

“Did you…” He trailed off, clearly reluctant. “Did you need a ride?”

Your brows furrowed, again, against the cold desk. “Really?” You were in disbelief as you sat up in your chair. “The infamous Brad Bakshi, greedy, heartless bastard of MQ, offering to give a ‘lowly writer’ a ride? Is this real? Am I on a prank show? Where are the cameras?” You gave him an exaggerated gasp as you quickly whipped your head around the room and spun around in your chair.

“Do you want that car ride or not?” His blank expression said it all. Brad was not amused.

“Fine, fine, just let me get my stuff real quick.”

Brad walked briskly, not waiting for you to catch up as he practically sprinted through the staff parking structure. “Pick up the pace, writer.”

You grumbled little insults under your breath so he wouldn’t hear, and began walking faster to keep up. “Fine, ‘homie.’”

The two of you eventually got to his car. It was nothing too extravagant. Fairly generic, but sleek enough for his taste.

[I’m so sorry I don’t know or remember what car Brad drives/would drive – if anyone has an answer for this please hmu LMAO. I feel like it would be either silver, blue, or black (some of the most generic car colors but with somewhat deeper connection to him as a person/character).]

The inside smells faintly like an air freshener but more like something more comfortable and just there. Somewhat like dust, but not unpleasantly so. You get into the passenger seat as Brad gets into the driver’s. He hands you his phone, already open to a navigation app for you to put your address into. You begin doing so, but a weather advisory appears. At the same time, you can feel your own phone vibrate inside your bag, presumably giving you the same notice. “Harsh rain and possible storms in the general LA area. Staying home is recommended.” it read. Brad leans over a little, just to see the notification.

“Hm. Would have been nice to know before I left for work this morning.” You scoffed, a little weary but continuing to type your address before you gave him his phone back.

He took it and began the route, the two of you leaving the parking structure in silence. It was a little uncomfortable, you had to admit, but not for long.

“If you want music you can put something on. Just connect your phone with bluetooth.” Brad said softly.

It was unexpectedly quiet and gentle, a stark contrast to his normal brash demeanor.

“Oh, okay.”

You pressed some things on the dashboard, before connecting your phone and playing some of your favorite music. It didn’t seem like Brad had much of an opinion on it. Rain continued to patter on the windshield as the car was stagnant.

“Thanks, by the way.” You kind of blurted out, but it was genuine. “I forgot to say it earlier, but it means a lot.”

His response was brief. “It’s whatever.”

The temporary silence returned. Another buzz sounded from your phones. Rather than taking yours out, you just leaned over to look at Brad’s phone. Another notice, but this time a warning. “Expected storms within next twelve hours. Power outages in some areas of LA and southern California. It is advised to stay off the roads during this time frame.”

“Shit.” You murmured, clearly more worried now. “My apartment’s still another ten minutes away because of the traffic…”

“Yep.” Brad was still stoic.

“Hey, by the way, where do you live? Are you far away from here? ‘Cause I don’t want you to have to drive to my apartment and then all the way back if it’s like the opposite direction.”

“It’s like five minutes away from MQ.”

You were silent for a moment, out of disbelief. “What?”

“Yeah. I live five minutes away.”

“And you don’t just walk?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause.”

“God, Brad, you’re such a-”

“An environmentally apathetic asshole? Self-centered douchebag? Lazy bum? I’ve heard it all and I really couldn't care less.”

“Okay, but seriously, I don’t want you to, like, hydroplane and-or get into an accident on the way back to your place. You might as well just drop me off here and turn back now.”

Brad turned to you, an eyebrow raised and head cocked slightly to the side. “As ‘on-brand’ that would be for me, that’s an actual asshole move, and I don’t want your death to be on my hands if you get swept up and away by some random gust of wind.”

“Oh, wow, so he does have a heart.” You quipped.

Brad rolled his eyes again, looking out at the cars in front of you. “As much as I hate to admit it, yes, I do. All humans do, because it pumps blood throughout their fucking bodies. I thought you were smarter than this, writer.”

“You know what I mean. I’m not that much of a dumbass.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh, my god, just… shut up. Also are you not in any way worried about our current situation? We’re bound to get into an accident at this rate, we need to get to our places as soon as we possibly can.”

“Okay, well, the traffic to get to your apartment is still not clearing up, so if you’re so worried, I’ll drop you back off at MQ and then I’ll head to my house.”

You shook your head at the notion, groaning. “No, no, no, no, I can’t stay at MQ overnight…”

Brad turned back to look at you. A strange hint of a smile graced his lips as he scoffed.

“What happened to ‘I’ll wait the rain out even if it means I have to sleep at my desk?’”

You felt the heat of embarrassment rise up your neck and to your cheeks, turning away from him and facing the window to avoid eye contact. “I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d actually have to do it. Especially after you offered me a ride! And now we’re in the car, it seemed pretty unlikely that it would still be happening.”

For the first time in you ever knowing him (your two years at MQ), Brad Bakshi laughed. It wasn’t one of his sarcastic chuckles, nor a strained noise, but a genuine laugh. You had a puzzled look on your face, and whipped your head around to see him. His eyes were shut, he was slightly hunched over, and his smile was clear as day. He continued to laugh–presumably at you–but for once, you didn’t mind. The sight was a joy to see. Sure, Brad was an asshole, but he had his moments. A smile of your own crept its way onto your face as you watched him laugh for a few seconds longer. As his laughter wound down, a sudden crack of lightning flashed across the sky, a rumble of thunder following immediately after, startling the both of you.

“Shit!” You hissed, jumping in your seat. “Okay, okay, we really need to get to safety, like… now. This shit is actually dangerous, Brad. I don’t want you getting injured or worse because of my lack of preparation. If you really need to drop me off at the office on your way to your place, that’s… fine.”

Although unhappy that the start of your weekend would be ruined by having to sleep over in your office building, you figured it would be better than causing Brad to get stuck in the storm. You awaited his response, once again watching him as he thought for a moment.

Suddenly, he let out a quiet groan, tilting his head down, leaning his forehead lightly against the wheel. “I can’t believe I’m about to offer this to you, of all people, but if you’re so god damn worried about my safety… I have a guest room at my house.”

His sudden generosity confuses and delights you. It’s strange, that’s for sure, but it’s a welcome surprise.

“Really?”

“Why else would I have said it?” It was a question but it came out as more of a statement.

“I don’t know, it’s just… weird. Not to say that I don’t accept, but it’s oddly kind of you. Not something commonly associated with the image of Brad Bakshi.”

He shrugged. “I know. So do you accept or not?”

“I do, thank you so much.” You spoke quickly, hoping he wouldn’t rescind the offer. “I’m sorry to cause you so much inconvenience.”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry you’re so dumb that you didn’t prepare a way back home.”

“Oh, my god.”

[remedialcompuuterchaos]

My art has no consistency aka my art dump

Can you notice the sheer amount of danny pudi in my sketchbook,,,, also some references i used:

+ some others that i literally cant find for the life of me pmg this is a nightmare

[ibeewashere]

Hi welcome to my Ted talk where I get unhealthily hyperfixated on an actor (Danny Pudi) after rewatching a show that they’re in (community) and then going down a rabbit hole and eventually becoming obsessed with a narcissistic capitalist federal criminal (Brad Bakshi) because goDDAMNIT HES JUST SO BABYGIRL.

[motherfuckingbrad]

megan ganz is the smartest woman alive because if Brad From Monetization was played by literally anyone else i would hate his stupid fucking guts for being so greedy and capitalistic and mean because that’s literally everything i’m against but because she got danny pudi to play brad i suddenly excuse every single one of his misdeeds and just want to wrap him up in a blanket and hug him to my chest. she’s brilliant

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

I have a fic idea that I really wanna try writing, but I need yalls opinions: what do you think Brad would be like while drunk?

[ciderjacks]

thinking baby Brad. Thinking about the chubby little kid who loved animals and had a soft spot for living things. Thinking about the day Kate died, little Brad begging and crying for his brother not to kill his only friend, and failing. Thinking about that little boy forced to watch as his brother murdered His Kate in front of him after he’d begged so hard for her to be spared.

Thinking about that same kid (now an adult), skinny and hardened and cruel. Thinking about how he still has a soft spot for living things, how he pretends so hard he doesn’t. Thinking about Brad’s genuine kindness, how he spent so much time trying to get a date for David, or how he improved Rachel’s office situation by removing the creepy guy, or how he got Dana’s job back, or how he sat down and genuinely made an effort to raise David’s self esteem. Thinking about how much he genuinely cares for mythic quest and the people who work there. Thinking about how despite all these efforts to protect himself by seeming cruel and calculating, Zack saw right through him.

Thinking about how we see a glimpse of that same little boy, begging, crying for his brother not to kill his only friend.

Thinking about how yet again, he failed.

[algumaideia]

CW: anorexia.

Sorry if my despection of anorexia is not good.

....

"Brad?"

I don't look up as I answer Jo. I wonder what question she is going to ask now. She learns fast, but she lacks vision and sophistication. Her doubts often end up being interisting.

"Yes, Jo?"

"Why do you never eat lunch?"

I blink and stop writing. I cannot read the papers anymore. I need to make a neutral expression. Jo cannot know.

"Are you on a diet? Do you not feel hungry?"

I do, but there is the satisfaction of feeling the pain and bother of hunger going away after feeling hunger for a long time.

I can't tell that Jo. I need invent some excuse that won't make her suspect. I need to do it quickly.

"Lunch is for losers. I'm too busy to stop to do such frivolous activity."

That was a good excuse. He did not have to worry.

"Oh. Then I think I'm gonna start missing my lunch as well."

Jo was smiling like she wasn't about to enter a path without a come back. I knew it because I tried.

"No!"

Jo looked surprised, confused and hurt.

"You don't think I should skip lunch? Do you think I am a loser?"

Shit.

"No. It is just that we should not work with empty stomachs. We should eat snacks, as they take less time and effort to be eaten."

Jo was smiling again. This situation was no good.

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to bring you something then?"

No.

"A grande mochacchino for now."

This is 360 calories. I'll need to eat less on dinner or tomorrow to compensate.

"On my way."

Jo left almost jumping with excitement. Ignorance was really a bliss.

But if Jo will just continue to bring me snacks I will have to change my eating plans. A lot of work to redo just because of one conversation that went wrong.

I'll need to invent a new excuse to make her stop taking care of my food and at the same time make her eat again.

If she was less curious... if I wasn't fat...

[sageandforest]

Being behind on mythic quest and watching the whole brad counting calories and just the entirety of Sarian back to back really hurt

[alexjcrowley]

I am sorry but I need to say a couple of things about Brad Bakshi, even though I haven't finished season 3 yet. I am not attacking anyone's characterization, let your headcanons and interpretations thrive, but I want to share my take because sometimes it's like I watched a different show.

I either find takes that are "Brad is a lovey-dovey tsundere" or "Brad is a fuckboy, no attachment, he doesn't do feelings". And man, I do not agree with either. It's something in the middle for me.

First of all, Brad is way more caring than some people give him credit for and I will prove it.

He may be an asshole, but he is completely self-aware of it. Poppy, Ian, even David think they're good people, even whan they do or say very questionable things, Brad knows he is being a bastard. He never hides it, never tries to put up an "holier than thou" act, never tries to make people believe he is a good guy. He doesn't try hiding that is an asshole because deliberately acts like one. He wants to be seen as an asshole. He goes out of his fucking way to prove it.

Turning himself in at the end of season 2? "Oh, but it gave him street credi-" it's pretty convenient he wanted street credit when going to jail could also be beneficial to Jo. Otherwise he could have straight up done inside trading himself way before Jo put herslef in trouble.

The whole animal thing? The fact that he was a mouse? Let's pretend for a moment he actually filled it randomly, he happened to get mouse by mistake. Why do you care so much people do not associate you to a mouse? If you're an unforgiving asshole, it will show even if a random test (that people will probably soon forget about) gave you mouse. Look, let's say I make Donald Trump fill out this test and he comes out as a mouse. I will not stop thinking he is a piece of shit! If the test was so meaningless he filled it out randomly (or so he says), why does he care so much about Jo's opinion on it?

Brad is a performative asshole. He does his job in the less nice way possible, but he never sabotages others just because. He tries with that whole buscuit thing, but that's the most damage he causes to someone and it's thrashing a piece of biscuit and give an evil speech that just hans there. Rest of the show? He always ends up helping out people, if not out of kindness, out of understanding every cog needs to fuction properly for the whole Mythic Quest machine to work. He doesn't go out of his way to damage other people, the worst he does? Mean comments. It's performative. It's all performative.

And you know how I know that? Breaking Brad. The Kate story tells us one thing: Brad is a naturally caring person. Kate was a pig. Not a dog, not a cat, not a turtle, not even a fish, animals we are used to consider as pets. Kate was a pig, an animal considered dirty, ugly, ungraceful (fat, but I will not talk about Brad's ED here), the word "pig" is even used as an insult, plus the pig is famously known as the animal you can kill and not waste a single part of it.

A pig is the perfect animal to impart a lesson of cruelty. You don't feel sorry for a pig. And what does Brad do, with this wretched creature? He names her. Zack doesn't, Zack tells us he was on board with killing the pig, it's Brad who can't do it. Zack doesn't care and Brad cares too much, even when he knew Kate's fate was doomed from the start. Right there, you have a character who, despite being taught to be cruel, can't help but care.

"Oh, but this happened when Brad was a kid, he hardened as he grew up" okay, then how do you explain him begging Zack? The thing is, I do believe Brad wanted to get more out of Mythic Quest and was angry bis brother tried to destroy it, I am not saying "Brad is caring because he doesn't want to lose his job", that's fairly normal. The point is, Zack asks him to beg for it, and Brad does. I have seen characters in more desperate situations refuse to plea, but Brad does it. With less resistence than I would have imagined. Instead of being like "I would never beg you, I will not submit myself to this humiliation, I'll find another job", he grovels. He puts his pride second for a company which he will leave the moment his friend Jo (and if I say colleague instead of friend it's even crazier!) is in danger.

Quickly compare it to David asking a whole company to walk out when he gets fired.

Brad is a performative asshole. He didn't have it in him, he taught himself to act and speak like an asshole, and he learned the part well, but his heart is not in it. If you watch Succession, it's like Kendall, he is not a killer. He can pretend to be killer, but he is not.

So now it seems like I said people who view Brad a repressed lovey-dovey tsundere are right, but just wait, i haven't finished yet.

The thing about teaching yourself to be someone else is that first, some habits stick, second, what doesn't stick, you try harder to make it so.

What I mean is, precisely because Brad is a caring person, he tries very hard not to seem like it. It means that if someone shows him kindness, Brad will refuse to accept it twice as hard, because he is fighting towards a natural instinct to show kindness in return.

Someone finally lends Brad a helping hand? For the exact reason he feels like he wants to take it, he'll turn it down. It's not that he is not touched by that care, it's that he can't afford to show it. That's the whole point of the performative assholery, repressing his natural responses.

I see a lot of someone pays Brad a compliment and he blushes because he doesn't know how to take it, but to me is like no! He doesn't blush! The whole point of fighting his own instincts is that he doesn't show his feelings. It's not that he doesn't know what kindness is so he reacts to it like a caveman would react to a computer, he knows exactly what kindness, care and affection are and he deliberately avoids them.

To me Brad doesn't do feelings because he doesn't want to. Brad fights his natural instincts because they're very strong (so he is lovey-dovey on the inside), but, at the same time, that fight implies a lot of trained resistance to his nature (Brad doesn't want to do feelings).

Being an asshole doesn't come natural to Brad and that's why it's so difficult for him to act kind: because being an asshole is not a random trait of his personality he may be willing to change, it's a carefully crafted mask he doesn't want to get rid of.

It's the difference between explaining something to someone who doesn't understand it and someome who doesn't want to understand it.

And one last thing (because you kidded yourself if you thought this wasn't about Braddavid).

I get that, especially at first, especially to keep that mask on, even if Brad had feelings for David he would take a long time before admitting it and I can see him reluctant to put a label to the relationship, because that would be admitting that he cares.

But let me take you back to Brad begging his brother to leave Mythic Quest alone. The moment he senses David might slip up from his fingers (for whataver reason: David might have found somebody else more emotionally available, is growing tired/sad of Brad's emotional distance, etc.) Brad is Back On. Brad is putting the effort to verbalize his feelings, is putting a name on the relationship and, one day, he'd even be willing to put a ring on it. He is "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" coded and you can argue you with the wall.

(Plus, I feel like, exactly like his performative assholery mainly comes from mean comments, he may not be very affectionate when it comes to words of affirmation, but by his behaviour you can tell he cares. He is all about quality time, acts of service and gifts he diguises as not gifts. He tries to be subtle, but he can't help revealing in someway he cares about people).

If Brad could beg his brother, one the people he hates the most in the world, to let him have Mythic Quest for a while more, he could surely find the courage to tell the person he loves that he loves them. "But his pride-" he flushed his pride down the toilet when it became an obstacle to him. He came back to his old company as a janitor, which sadly many people do not considered to be a valuable job, especially since he used to be the Head of Monetization before. He had none of that "oh my God, this job is not well paid or respected enough for my previous standards" crap. He is way less prideful than a lot of people think. Getting where he wants to go, obtaining what he wants to gain is way more important to him than his pride.

Last note, this man in possessive. And I don't necessarily mean in a toxic, abusive way, but you can't deny that he is. He wants to own people, he probably rarely calls in favours from them because he gets high on how long he can own them. The "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" comes back into the play, this man is jealous. Again, of course this was about Braddavid, shame on you if you didn't catch it, but I have seen too many "David is too affectionate, Brad is aloof and cool" and I don't buy it.

Brad may not be into PDA, and he may not show it with words, but when he is in a committed relationship he is committed. He may say it's casual, but this is just like Kate. No matter how many times he tells himself he won't get attached to a person and that every relationship ends, at the end of the day, if he truly cares about that person, he won't be able to kill the relationship like it was nothing and go on with his life. I cannot imagine him breaking up with someone because "oh no, I am getting too involved", that's the whole point, he cannot do that, or he'd be a killer, he would have been able to kill Kate and let go of Mythic Quest and let Jo end up in jail. Even if he did break up with this person, it wouldn't come natural to him and he would an absolute wreck, haunted by the memory of this person like he is haunted by the memory of Kate.

It's the duality here! Brad's all about the duality, nature and (self) nurture fighting one against the other. And I have mainly found stuff in which this duality is not shown.

If you made it to this point, thank you for indulging me in overanalysing this character, have a wonderful day.

P.S. I forgot to mention, Brad totally watches those animal predators video for desensitization. Because he couldn't kill Kate so he teaches himself to be insensitive to animal cruelty. The kid who couldn't harm his pig is not watching animal on animal violence for kicks and giggles.

[desire-mona]

list of potential reasons why i think brad bakshi collects human hair

feel free to add on if you think it'd fit

- wants to make an army of clones that are (almost) just as evil as him

- eventually will make it into yarn and knit a sweater as a "kind gesture" and live with the knowledge that they're wearing actual hair

- to put in food at a restaurant for an excuse to be mean and send it back

- to place in a crime scene (that he had nothing to do with)

- he's balding?

[remedialcompuuterchaos]

Guys oc art/info dump, if u even care 🥺

Anyways heres Matt and his sisters in 2006 ❤️❤️

Rachel is the youngest at 16, shes in high school. Not much else to say lel

Rebecca is 24 and is actually supposed to be in detroit in med school atp but i wanted to draw the siblings together hehe

Matt is 26 and still acting like a Schoolgirl in love i hate him. Hes my main and also the oldest. Hes in college majoring in mathematics and minoring in education 😊

Heres just a doodle page where i tried to get more comfortable drawing or whateva. Featuring Matt in his 40s, his roommate rich also Brad Bakshi kind of though just in my lore

More doodles, featuring once again Brad(kind of) and Rich, yay. Scribbled over some drawings i just didnt like oops

[ask-david-brittlesbee]

(Im the admirer from before)

Brad sent me another email, it simply says.

Dear fuckface,

Im in love with david. Im in love with david romantically and i was here first. You are not his future hubby wubby.

From,

Brad. Definitely not the anon with ulterior motives. Brad definitely sent me this email and i made nothing up.

WHATTTT??! HUH??!!

This is getting insane!! I feel like I'm going insane!!.. I don't know what to trust anymore!!

Uhm.. Uhhh..

Anon, you have been nothing but kind to me, so I trust you're telling the truth.

Does.. Brad like me? Does Brad want to be my Hubby Wubby?

Is this why so many people gave written stuff about us on ao3?? Does Brad just ho around sharing his feelings all willy nilly??

I'm sorry you've been wrapped up in this, Anon.

@ask-brad-bakshi You swore on it, Brad!! I feel platonically heartbroken right now!! Apologise to Anon and explain yourself!

[veinsandknuckles]

Oh, Wolfie pt 2

Brad Bakshi/inexperienced f!reader Explicit Not BETA'd (I was a little tipsy writing this!) Warnings: mentions of bad previous sexual experiences, slight D/S dynamics, Brad can be interpreted as being a decent person. Lmk if I missed anything!

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Well, this certainly wasn’t how Brad had expected the evening to go. He usually knew better than to mix business with this kind of pleasure, but you looked so pretty and so desperate he didn’t really want to stop himself.

He didn’t usually go for the innocent type, either - he’d never understood this obsession with inexperience and in his opinion, men who chased after much younger women were just pathetic. If you couldn’t get the upper hand without giving your partner a handicap, winning didn’t count for much.

But someone else had already tried with you without succeeding, that was clear by the way you tensed and hesitated, both wanting and not wanting.  They hadn’t been able to touch you the way you wanted to be touched, they hadn’t been able to make you fall apart. He knew he could - you were so shy now, but he was sure he could make you cry and beg and spill all sorts of dirty little secrets. If he played this right, you could go on to spend night after night with other people, but there’d always be a part of you that belonged to him. That was an appealing thought.

Of course, it was equally possible that the two of you were not compatible at all and if so, well, what did it matter? Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Brad slipped away from you, wedged one of the lawn chairs under the door handle and tested the door. It didn’t budge. He turned to you with a smile, beckoned you closer and sat down on the corner of the couch with his back to the wall and his legs sprawled out. When you came close enough to he took your hand again and manoeuvred you so you could sit between his legs and lean back against his chest. Now he could hold you still, play with you as long as he wanted while you were spread open and at his mercy.

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When Brad slipped his hand up underneath your skirt this time, you didn’t resist. His touch was gentle and methodical, you felt his heartbeat against your back and his breath tickling your neck, slow and steady. At least one of you seemed to know what they were doing and that was reassuring.

Gradually, you let your legs relax and fall apart. “That’s it,” he cooed. When he ran his hand up your thigh and found it already sticky to the touch, he laughed.

“Whatever,” you mumbled. “Don’t tease...”

Brad tugged your panties to one side and dragged his fingers through your slick. You gasped and jolted and he shushed you like you’d reassure a wild and nervous cat, brought his other hand up to stroke your neck and throat and urged you to relax back against him again.

“Just let it happen,” he murmured. “Let me play with you.”

“Oh god... Yes, I will.”

As soon as you settled, he picked up a rhythm; stroking your cunt, teasing your clit, listening and watching for what made you gasp and squirm, then testing the same movement again to see just what made you tick. When his fingers dipped down lower, almost slipping inside of you, you could hear how wet you were and turned your head away, embarrassed.

“There’s no point trying to hide now, princess. I can feel how bad you want it.”

His words by your ear made you shiver. You let your head fall back against his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.

“Please,” you breathed. “Keep talking.”

“Yeah? You want me to get filthy?”

“...Yes.”

Brad laughed and dipped his fingers a little deeper, just to hear you squeal, then settled into a gentle, steady pace of small circles pressing down against the hood of your clit. “So how long have you been thinking about this, hm? Have you been watching me?”

“Yeah... yeah, I’ve been watching you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Mmh. And how many times have you played with yourself and thought of me?”

“Oh God...” you bucked your hips and he followed your movements with his fingers, finding the spot you guided him to. “I’ve lost count.”

“Good girl.” You could hear his smile. He didn’t seem at all surprised. “Shame you were too shy to tell me, I could’ve had you over my desk any time.”

You couldn’t help picturing it - not for the first time, but so much more vividly now. Did he picture it too? You, on your back, shirt torn open; his hands on your hip, on your shoulder, holding you in place so he could bury himself deeper with every stroke... or taking you from behind, pulling on your hair until you could barely breathe. “Oh, god, Brad... is that what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want. I could use something to take out my frustrations on.”

You pressed your hand over your mouth so he wouldn’t hear your sobbing little moan, but even if you could have stifled it, there was no way he couldn’t feel the effect his words had on you.

“Yeah,” he purred. “You’re all shy and innocent now, but I bet you’ll be begging me to fuck you in no time.” he spoke so softly, so menacingly. He must be testing you, there was no way he really knew. ”Be honest, you’re not scared what I’ll do to you, you’re scared I’ll find out what filthy little ideas are in that cute head of yours.”

Yes, yes, drag it all out of me, let me pretend it was all you and I couldn’t help myself... You squirmed in your seat, felt yourself becoming soft and pliable as your need grew stronger than your nerves. When you shifted you could feel his cock pressing against your lower back, already so hard it must make the weight of you against him painful.

And still, he was taking his time as if playing with you like this was all he wanted. “No,” you breathed, without trying to sound believable.

“Oh, so you want me to stop?” And Brad actually had the nerve to pull his hands away, even though his tone made it clear he knew you were lying.

“No! Please, Brad...”

This time, he closed his fingers around your throat, not squeezing it but not about to let go either. His lips teased your ear. “Then admit it.”

Oh, God. “I want you.”

He was finding his rhythm against your cunt again, but gentler now as a punishment. “What else?”

“I want you to fuck me...”

“And what else?”

“Oh, god... !” You ground up against his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “I want you to be rough with me, and selfish... just... take what you want.”

Brad groaned. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You want to be used.”

“Oh... oh, yes, please...”

“That’s my girl.”

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You were shivering in his arms, rocking your hips against his touch and every little breath you released came out in a soft little moan.

So pretty. Brad hadn’t expected you to get so worked up so soon, but he knew he still had to take his time with you no matter how desperately you pleaded. He could tell you weren’t faking, but he could also feel the way you tensed. There was none of that tell-tale slowly building rhythm yet but a constant tension, as if you were bracing for impact, protecting yourself. Whoever you’d been with, whether they’d been bad or just indifferent, they hadn’t shown you how to let go with another person. It wasn’t something you could control, it would probably ease off gradually with time and patience. Perhaps it’d take more time and patience than he had in one night, but he was determined to try. It wasn’t enough to just take you, Brad wanted to see you lose yourself, completely at his mercy.

Would you plead? Call out his name? Shake, cry, scratch?

He swallowed and forced himself not to rush ahead, even in his thoughts.

“Alright, let’s go.” Brad let go of you and gently nudged you to stand up.

“Where?”

“Somewhere warmer. You’re shaking.”

[peculiaritybending]

I cannot stop thinking about Brad Bakshi it’s insane, he’s such a multi-faceted character that so many people seem to somehow not understand even though they make it painfully obvious within the show that he is an insecure and compassionate person who is closed off and greedy as a front and protection tactic, possibly even a trauma response. It’s barely even subtext and I still see people characterize him only as “evil mean guy who hates everyone and loves money” which is true to an extent but so many people don’t look past the surface level which annoys me because for me personally I think he’s one of the most interesting MQ characters. I really hope we learn more about his childhood because I need to know where he and his brother’s obsession with wealth comes from and what kind of upbringing he had that would entail raising a pig for slaughter and resulted in him having an eating disorder as an adult