#like.......idk. political science majors.........you know
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ducks, ducks, ducks
jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader
social media au set before injury & trade! (still salty about it)
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yourbestie: ducks!!
userone: the best duck there is
usertwo: fr!
userthree: who? jamie or y/n?
userone: y/n 100% userthree
trevorzegras: i’m still petty over the fact that you didn’t hug me first
y/n.hughes: i would’ve if you didn’t take forever to leave the locker room
jamie.drysdale: you were too slow z
trevorzegras: ☹️
userfour: trev being petty over the fact that he wasn’t one of the first people to hug y/n after the game has me ROLLING 😭
userfive: fr!! i love how jokingly possessive he is over the hughes siblings. it’s too funny
usersix: esp over jack and y/n. it’s hilarious 😂
yourroommate: how much sleep did you get this weekend?
y/n.hughes: none ☺️
yourroommate: babes
yourbestie: she literally brought her suitcase to the party so she could immediately go straight to the airport afterwards
userseven: stop!! that’s so cute!!
y/n.hughes: worth it tho
jamie.drysdale: loved having you at my game baby 🤍
jackhughes: is that why you ignored my facetime earlier 🥲
y/n.hughes: yes. i had other priorities
jackhughes: wow. so your older brother isn’t a priority? i see how it is 😒
y/n.hughes: dramatic ass
jackhughes: i’m telling mom!
usereight: y/n knows where her priorities lie lol
_quinnhughes: hope you had fun sis!
y/n.hughes: i did! thank you quinny <33
lhughes_06: take notes jackhughes
jackhughes: i’m being attacked at all sides aren’t i
colecaufield: when are you going to visit 😖
y/n.hughes: bake me your moms homemade cookies and then we’ll talk
colecaufield: done ✅
anaheimducks: the best duck we know!
markestapa: visit us next!!
tyler_duke5: on my knees begging
alexturcotte: hope oregon’s treating you well girl hughes!!
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y/n.hughes: why do i have to be such a studious gf that’s pursuing her college degree and not a stay at home gf 😫
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trevorzegras: just drop out. problem solved
userone: that’s not
jackhughes: are you encouraging my sister to drop out of college z 🤨
trevorzegras: just saying j. it’s an easy fix
lhughes_06: that’s what you get for double majoring in english and communications with a minor in political science girlie
usertwo: did luke just refer to his sister as girlie?
userthree: yes, yes he did
y/n.hughes: at least i’ll have a degree in my name & not just on the back of a jersey
trevorzegras: DAYUMM BABY HUGHES YOU JUST GOT BURNED
y/n.hughes: same goes for you trev
userfour: oop
jamie.drysdale: because you’re a smart and hardworking girl baby ☺️
y/n.hughes: awww jimmy!! i love you so much ❤️❤️
userfive: are we just going to brush over the fact that y/n is a double major with a minor?? babes is getting NO sleep
y/n.hughes: ZERO
y/n.hughes: sleep is for the weak!
usersix: praying for your health & sanity bbg
userfive: get some sleep girl!! it’s important for your health!
yourbestie: get that degree babes!! be the most studious wag ever!!
yourroommate: FRFR
anaheimducks: getting the jack ready rn
luca.fantilli: the smartest hughes
lhughes_06: offense taken
y/n.hughes: thank you luca <3 speaking the truth fr
rutgermcgroarty: speaking of the smart hughes, can you help me with my essay y/n.hughes 😖
y/n.hughes: ofc rut! i’ll call you at 9
rutgermcgroarty: bless thank you 🙏
elhughes: so proud of you baby 💚💚
y/n.hughes: thank you mama!! i love you so much 🤍
jackhughes: the smartest sister i have
_quinnhughes: she’s the only sister you have idiot
jackhughes: okay and ???
userseven: the pic of jamie tying her shoe 😭😭
masonmctavish23: the most studious person i know!
trevorzegras: idk why but i feel offended
y/n.hughes: babes, we all know you practically have an iq of a grape
jackhughes: she isn’t wrong z 😂
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caption: last date night with lover boy until thanksgiving break jamie.drysdale :(
trevorzegras replied!
finally! i no longer have to deal with you and jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 🤢
jk! love you 🫶🏼 you make jimmy more tolerable
jamie.drysdale replied!
i’m going to miss you baby! :( study hard & take care of yourself lovey 🤍
lhughes_06 replied!
since when were you NOT coming home for turkey break??! 🤨
#drysdalesworld works!#drysdalesworld#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x reader#social media au#smau#hughes!reader#hughes!sister#jamie drysdale x hughes!reader#hockey#hockey x reader#nhl x reader#anaheim ducks#philadephia flyers#jack hughes#trevor zegras#quinn hughes#luke hughes#mason mctavish#umich hockey
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I'm still petitioning for mommy kink spencer whenever you're up to it🚩
the people have spoken!!!
Good Vibrations
a Spencer Reid x fem!reader fic
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. my posts are for those 18+ ONLY! put your age in your bio to interact with me and my works or find yourself blocked!
Content Warnings: reader referred to by gendered terms (sorry, I usually try to avoid this but with mommy kink it's hard), porn mentioned as the way Spencer first heard of this kink but not described in detail at all, small cock Spencer alluded to (sorry I have to live my truth), mommy kink (as more of a title than anything tbh), vibrator usage, sub/dom dynamics, edging him, the vague mention of assplay but it doesn't happen (maybe a sequel idk 👀)
Word count: almost 1k <3 not proofread (sorry)
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Spencer's not particularly keen on porn. He hasn't watched any since the two of you started dating, but of course before that, when he was a bit younger and it seemed like no one was ever going to give him the time of day, he'd at the least been curious.
He's a man of science, after all. He knows the value of testing a hypothesis. He likes knowing things.
Most of what he found back then was... not his style. He'd known he was into being bossed around instead of being the one in charge, liked the feeling of a person telling him what to do, and on the surface, most of the videos were rather the opposite. So, out of a certain nosiness, Spencer kept looking, but nothing ever really stuck with him.
Except for one.
He'd never gone looking for it again. He didn't need to. The majority of the contents of the film itself weren't particularly of interest to Spencer. Just what the woman had told the man to call her.
It stayed with him for years, but he could never really quite bring himself to say it, or ask you about it. He wasn't at all dissatisfied with your sex life, quite the opposite, and there was no real reason to bring it up.
So he just... hasn't. Until today. By complete accident.
You're on the bed, straddling his thighs, pinning him down with nothing but your weight. Spencer's head is thrown back and he's writhing beneath you as you press your vibrator wand against his cock, letting it tease him before yanking it away.
Spencer reacts well to being edged, you know. He gets needy and whiny and absolutely desperate, and runs his mouth like a brat before he breaks and says anything to be allowed to cum.
You lightly drag the vibrator across his cock, and his hands scramble to and from the sheets to your thighs, trying to grasp onto anything to ground himself in the sensation.
"D-don't s-stop this time," he pleads, hips trying to buck under your body.
"Aww," you coo, "you like that feeling on your pretty little cock?"
"Mhm!" he gasps. "Keep going, g-god, keep g-going."
Spencer bucks his hips uncontrollably and tries to grab at your hands and pull the toy closer to intensify the feeling.
"Be polite," you tut, maintaining the vibrator, barely pressed against his tip.
"U-uhn! I-I am polite," Spencer sasses you a bit, frustrated as he tries to wiggle closer to the vibrator, chasing the sensation.
The contact vanishes from his cock as you take the toy away for the third time in this session. His cock kicks against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from the flushed head, impending orgasm vanishing.
Beneath you, Spencer huffs out a whine. You lean over him and kiss him, but refuse to touch his dick whatsoever.
"Spencer," you murmur, when he's stopped squirming underneath you. "Are you going to be good?"
Spencer nods, but whispers, "Wanna cum."
"I know, sweetheart. I want you to cum, too. But you have to be good. Can you behave?"
"Yes! Yes," he whines, running his hands sweetly up and down your thighs, stilling beneath you.
"That's it, such a good boy," you praise, and click the vibrator up to a middle intensity as you press it against his cock.
Finally, the relief of the contact in combination with the praise has Spencer's head reeling. He can't think straight, which is saying a lot for someone of his IQ, and he delves into rambling, saying anything that comes to his mind. That's when it just... slips.
"Thank you! T-thank you, mommy!!" he cries out, immediately tensing a little when he realizes what he's said.
You blink a little, not sure what you've heard. He's never called you that before.
"What'd you say?" you ask softly.
Spencer's cheeks turns beet red, and he turns to try to hide his face in the pillows.
"I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want–" he starts.
"Mommy, is that what you said? That's hot, Spencer," you say. "I liked it."
Spencer's whole demeanor changes. He instantly relaxes, becoming re-aware of the vibrations on his cock. "O-oh," he stutters, "then, um, good," and then, shyly, "m-mommy, can we keep going?"
"You want more, sweet boy?" you tease.
"Want whatever mommy gives me," Spencer gasps, sweetly obedient.
His words send shock waves through your stomach to your cunt, and you crank up the intensity of the vibrator, letting it run full strength against his twitching cock, and he jerks under you, unable to stop his reaction.
"Fuck! Mommy!" he cries out.
It takes a lot to get Spencer to cuss. You like the way it sounds when he says it, especially when he's lost in his pleasure below you.
He's fucked out, returning to his babbling as you tease the length of his cock with the vibe. You're reaching down to toy with his hole, running a finger along his taint and tapping there, not pushing in, not without prep, but even the suggestion of it drives him crazier.
"P-please mommy, next t-time, you could, um! Fuck!! Anything you want, mommy, just let me cum. I want you mommy, oh god, just like that!!"
"Anything I want, hm?" you tease.
"Y-yes, mommy!"
"What about you, sweetie? What do you want? You wanna cum?"
"Mommy, I needa cum. Please don't stop," he whines.
"I won't stop this time, Spencer, you were such a good and honest boy for me," you tell him, "go ahead and make a mess for me."
"Mommy!" Spencer moans, and spills all over his stomach and your vibrator.
It's certainly not the last time he calls you by that name.
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and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay [part 1/2]
Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw has a thing for smart girls - and maybe ones who hate his guts on principle. a lie by omission is still a lie after all and bradley never exactly told you what he did for work...
OR you take on the us military industrial complex one hinge date at a time...well sort of
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, and slight dom/sub and praise and rank kink elements), idk basically she’s a bit of a brat? and he likes it? it’s kind of filthy, but it’s supposed to be kind of funny and a little silly?
A/N: thanks to everyone who liked the sneak peek and provided such positive feedback! but i really have to give a shout out to my buddy sol (desertsagecelestial) for being the absolute best sounding board with this fic! definitely check out her wip, it’s amazinggggg. anyway, enjoy! (9.9k) Part 1.5
Bradley previously hadn’t had much luck on Hinge, but after Phoenix had taken charge of his profile, specifically his picture selection, he had been doing a lot better. That being said, however, you were still the first girl he had actually met up with to go on a date.
Hangman had initially scoffed at the notion of Bradley’s Hinge date that night - god, Bradshaw you’re hopeless, don’t you know all the easy ones are on Tinder? - but had quickly changed his tune once Bradley had shown him your profile.
She seems smarter than you was all he had said and Bradley wasn’t so cocky as to not take it as a compliment. Plus, he liked smart girls. There was something about them. It didn’t hurt that the ones he had come across were always a little prissy, a little spoiled - a little uptight.
A little bratty.
You both originally bonded over going to UVA - albeit with quite a few years between your graduating classes. You worked for one of the Big Four accounting firms and had a job title that Bradley didn’t quite understand except for the fact that it sounded important. You both traveled a lot for work, were newly settled in the area and randomly New England Patriots fans.
Over the last few days, you had been texting frequently, starting off the day with your Wordle scores and a fun fact. It was cheesy and a little nerdy, but you were a big trivia fan - and San Diego County Barstool Trivia Champion - and Bradley had wanted to impress you. It was important that he impressed you.
Before heading out for training every morning, he’d try to find some new fact to stump you. His were always a bit nerdy, more random, while yours were always a bit more serious. Yesterday’s had been the tiny pocket in jeans was made for a pocket watch, while yours had been there are over 7100 islands in the Philippines.
Thankfully, the date was going well - really well, actually. You both loved history and had studied political science at UVA. Bradley couldn’t believe you’d had some of the same professors, even graduating eight years apart.
And he couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across his face when he got you to admit - begrudgingly - that you had been a Tri-Delta. Because of course you had been. All the smart, rich girls had been. And well, if one thing had been consistent over the years, it was Bradley’s taste in women.
That being said, he had been absolutely bowled over when you had shown up, pretty little sundress and all, looking even more beautiful than the pictures on your profile.
More to the point, though, he liked you and it appeared that you liked him too if the way you readily laughed at his jokes and kept brushing your knees against his under the bar top were any indication.
But it was about an hour into your date when the trouble started. Or well, maybe not trouble. A development, he supposed.
A minor divergence of opinion, really.
Nothing major.
“So, what’s with the bar?” you asked, looking around, a teasing smile on your face. Bradley cocked his head. “I mean, is it just me or is like every naval officer within a forty mile radius here?”
He shrugged. “Oh, uhh my friends and I like it. It’s right near the base and we normally come after training. It’s not too fussy, I guess, so I thought it would be good for a first date. Low key and all that?”
Maybe he had misjudged picking the Hard Deck. It wasn’t exactly the finest establishment in San Diego County, but the drinks were good and you had mentioned Coronado a couple times over text, so Bradley had thought it would be convenient for you.
In fact, to offset the location, he had even worn a pale blue oxford, unbuttoned but with a plain white t-shirt underneath. You seemed like the kind of girl who would have appreciated the effort. At least that’s what he had gleaned from your Hinge profile.
“Oh.” That wasn’t a good ‘oh.’ You even leaned back on your barstool. “You’re in the military?”
Bradley chose his next words very carefully, mindful that there definitely seemed to be a wrong answer here and he was about to give it.
“Yeah, a naval aviator,” he nodded, trying to sound casual, “is that going to be a problem?”
You shrugged and took a sip of your margarita before licking some of the salt off the rim. Bradley watched, captivated, despite the fact that you had just insulted him indirectly.
“I mean, I understand that we need a military - to a certain extent, at least. But I’m kind of against the whole US Military Industrial Complex thing? Like the US alone spends more on defense than the next nine countries combined. And the cost of one of those planes you fly could probably feed the entire New York City public school system’s worth of kids three meals a day for at least - well, I’m pretty shit at math, but I’d say at least five years -”
Holy shit. You were - oh, fuck. Before he really thought it through, Bradley went to interrupt you. “- I mean, when you put it -”
“- Plus, the whole imperialism, white man’s burden, manifest destiny bullshit you all like to spout out like Uncle Sam’s got your dick in his mouth. It’s a bit much.”
Bradley scoffed. He couldn’t help it. In all his years of being in the Navy, he’d never once had this sort of reaction. It was - oddly stirring, actually - finding out the woman he had envisioned every night before he’d fallen asleep the last few nights apparently now hated his guts.
“I get what you’re saying - to an extent,” he reiterated once he saw your pleased smile, “but the military still does a lot of good outside of combat zones.”
You laughed, but it lacked any humor. “Sure, taking advantage of impressionable kids with the promise of free college - that they probably won’t actually take advantage of because going back to school when you’re older than ninety-nine percent of your classmates isn’t daunting at all, to say nothing of the exploitation of foreign nations to further stock the US’ natural resource coffers - is a great business model?”
He ignored you and nodded towards your margarita. “Want another drink?”
“Only if you put it on Uncle Sam’s dime.”
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“So, do you just regularly lie to women?”
You were both on drink number two and the awkwardness of your earlier outburst hasn’t quite dissipated yet. The sexual tension on the other hand? If Bradley had thought it was high earlier, it was stratospheric now.
“What’re you talking about?” He hadn’t lied to you, to his knowledge, at least.
You crossed your ankles and clasped your hands in your lap. “On your profile, you didn’t mention anywhere that you were in the military? A lie by omission is still a lie.”
And you didn’t mention how much of a brat you were.
Bradley shifted on his barstool and subtly readjusted his jeans. “I’m not in the habit of lying to women…”
You scoffed. “Well, how do women normally react when you tell them you fly around in a $65M plane all day?” He’d never really thought about it. “Is it like a puck-bunny thing?”
“Puck-bunny?”
“Or whatever the military equivalent of a puck-bunny is?”
It was a tag chaser, but Bradley wasn’t about to tell you that. Not when he was imagining you wearing nothing but his dog tags, splayed out on his bed, while his tongue lapped against your dripping wet cunt -
“- Some women like it, sure.”
You cocked an eyebrow. “And you like that?”
Bradley shrugged. It was nice sometimes, but it definitely got a little old, all those guys and girls imagining playing the good little house-spouse waiting for him at home with dinner on the table, two kids and a dog running in the yard. That was more Hangman’s thing, anyway. Lately, Bradley had liked his partners with a little more spark, a little more fire, a little more substance.
A little more like you.
“It has its benefits sometimes.”
It seemed like you couldn’t hold back the bark of laughter that burst out of your mouth. But just as suddenly as you‘d started, you’d stopped. You rolled your shoulders back and then flipped your hair over one of them, giggling in an exaggerated manner.
“Hmmm like this? Oh, Captain Bradshaw, please take me for a ride in your big, big plane? Is there any way I can thank you for defending our country? No, sir, it’s just the cockpit is so big and I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage it. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of on leave. Yeah, I bet you just love that, captain,” you bit out the honorific.
“If you’re gonna be a brat about it, at least get my title right, sweetheart,” he snapped, the first time all night. He shoved his knee in between your legs, widening the space between your thighs just slightly. “It’s Lieutenant Commander.”
“Oh, my apologies.” You shifted on your barstool and crossed your legs at your ankles, looking like the textbook definition of prim and proper. “You’ll have to excuse me, lieutenant commander, all this new information I’m learning about you has left me feeling a bit…overwhelmed.”
Bradley hooked his foot around your barstool and dragged it even closer to him. You let out a squeak and had to brace yourself by holding onto his shoulders.
And then it was like everything else in the Hard Deck had faded to the background: the jukebox playing Al Green’s Tired of Being Alone, the clack of billiard balls in the back corner, the King’s game on the TV above the bar. All Bradley could focus on was you - the slight rise and fall of your chest, the way your breasts were straining against the deep V of your dress, the smell of your floral perfume, and how your eyes widened at your sudden proximity.
And that was when he knew. Knew as well as the sun was going to rise tomorrow morning that you were going to fuck that night.
He hadn’t planned on sleeping with you on the first date. In fact, it really hadn’t even crossed his mind. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. But Bradley never fucked on the first date. Long gone were the one night stands he had indulged in during his twenties. He wanted someone who was smart, who put him in his place, who he could laugh with and have a real conversation.
Someone like you - military prejudice aside. And yeah, you made some…interesting points and he agreed with some of them. But, for now, Bradley wanted to see how far you both could take this before either of you snapped.
“You have any more questions for me, sweetheart?” He dragged his fingertips down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Don’t like the thought of you being too - what was it again - overwhelmed?”
You let out a little whimper and then shook yourself slightly, seemingly stepping out of a trance.
“Hmmm have you ever taken a girl for a ride in that stupid plane of yours to get her to sleep with you? Seems like misappropriating government property would be right up your alley - lieutenant commander.”
He clicked his tongue and leaned back. “Can’t say I have. Bit of a stickler for the rules.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” you teased. “Do you have one of those nicknames - no wait, what are they called? Callsigns? Do you have one of those callsigns?”
Your legs were pressed tightly together, crossed at the ankles. He had a sudden desire to thrust his knee in between them again. It had been impossible to ignore the fire that had sparked in your eyes the last time he had done it.
In response to your question, Bradley hesitated, already knowing you were going to tease him even more. “Rooster.”
“Like the chicken?” You tilted your head. “Or is it a cock? I can never tell?”
“Why? You wanna see it?”
You rolled your eyes and knocked back the rest of your margarita, making a point to keep eye contact with him as you licked the salt off the rim - again. Fucking minx.
“I’ll be back, get me another.”
And without a word from Bradley, you spun around on your barstool, giving him the slightest glimpse of your ass when your dress rode up, and set off towards the bathroom at the back of the bar.
He sat there for a moment, his mouth slightly gapped open in - shock, awe, arousal? Because holy shit. The past twenty minutes or so had been some of the most sexually charged of his life thus far. There were times when he could have sworn one of you was going to leave - or worse, grab the other by the back of the neck and start dry humping against the bar.
“What the fuck did you say to her?” Phoenix hissed in Bradley’s ear, snapping him out of his daydream.
He startled and then gestured wildly. “It was going fine for a while and then I told her I was in the Navy and she started going on about defense budgets and misappropriating government property and Uncle Sam sucking my dick - I don’t know, Phoenix!”
She snorted and then seemed to realize he wasn’t kidding. “Oh my god - wait, we need to tell Bagman -”
“- Don’t you fucking dare -”
She ignored him and went on her tiptoes to lean over Bradley. “- Bagman, get over here,” she shouted.
Surprisingly, and without comment at the unfortunate nickname, Hangman came over towards the two of them. “What’s wrong, Bradshaw scare the poor girl off already? Probably escaping out the bathroom window as we speak.”
Bradley flipped him off, but it lacked any heat. He also signaled for Jimmy to get him another margarita and old fashioned then to close out his tab.
“She doesn’t like the military.”
Hangman whistled. “Tough, I’ve dealt with that before and trust me, it never ends well. Cut your losses and block her.”
But Bradley didn’t want to do that. His losses did not want to be cut - at all. He wanted to see how that smart mouth of yours looked wrapped around his cock. Or how prettily you sighed as he lapped at your sopping wet cunt. If you laughed easily or thought he was a good singer. If you wanted to try that new restaurant that opened in Gaslamp with him.
Fuck. He wanted you - desperately. And worse than that, he liked you. Liked how smart you were, liked your sense of humor, liked you. And some part of him felt bad for setting you up.
Because he hadn’t told you he was in the Navy. It wasn’t that he purposely didn’t tell you, he just hadn’t. And you were right, a lie by omission was still a lie.
So, yeah. You were probably a little validated in your ire. But god, if it wasn’t one of the hottest things Bradley had ever seen. Who knew a woman reading him for filth would be such a turn on?
“Nah,” Phoenix patted him on the back like you would a child who had just lost their first little league game, “I have a feeling Rooster’s going to see this one through.”
Jimmy brought over a fresh margarita for you and an old fashioned for Bradley and also left the check. He gave Bradley an encouraging smile and Bradley was glad Penny hadn’t been there to see - well, see whatever the fuck was going on with you and him. Because Penny would tell Mav and Mav would go all fatherly on him and tell him to be respectful towards girls, no matter your difference of opinion. He sighed.
“It’s like I still want to impress her - she just doesn’t -”
“- Want to be impressed by you?” Bradley nodded. “Do you actually like her or do you just like the challenge?”
“The challenge, obviously,” Hangman scoffed, “girl sounds like a bitch - guess she could be kinda hot, if she cut out that whole type a, stick up her ass shit -”
Bradley clenched his jaw and muttered: “- Fuck off, don’t be an ass.”
“Oh that’s right,” Hangman nudged Phoenix like she was in on it, though she looked almost as pissed off as Bradley, “girls like that have always been Rooster here’s kryptonite. Do you think that stems from your mommy or daddy issues?”
Just as he was about to go off on Hangman, Bradley noticed Phoenix’s eyes widened at something over his shoulder and he instinctively knew it was you. Fuck. He really hoped you hadn’t heard what Hangman had said.
“Just fuck off,” he muttered to both Hangman and Phoenix before you could get any closer. Phoenix sent a small, but kind smile your way, while Hangman just rolled his eyes and then they were gone.
You were quiet as you approached the bar, a timid smile on your face.
“Your buddies trying to get you to ditch me?” Your voice sounded softer, shy for the first time all night. “They scared I’m going to brainwash you or something? Make you drink my liberal tears?”
Bradley genuinely laughed and got a brief smile out of you. “Nah, they were more worried about me being too hard on you, at least my friend Natasha was - here,” he held his hand out to help you get back on the barstool.
You ducked your head as you muttered out a thanks. For the first time since your date had started, the conversation wasn’t flowing and the two of you sat side by side in silence having a couple sips of your drinks. Bradley kept thinking over what Hangman had said and hoped you hadn’t been able to hear him as you approached. Meanwhile, you rolled the tiny straw between your fingers as you took a sip of your margarita, thinking something over if the little crinkle between your brow was any indication.
You had definitely heard what Hangman had said about you. But that didn’t mean it was what Bradley had thought about you. He missed the you from earlier in the evening - the one who got the Wordle right in two tries that morning and relentlessly bragged about it, the one who he had made laugh so hard tears had sprang from your eyes when he told you about his run in with an old woman at the grocery store last week, the one whose entire face lit up when talking about something you were passionate about.
Sure, he liked arguing with you - and he was pretty sure you did too - but he didn’t want you to think this was a joke to him or anything like that.
Bradley took his eyes off the King’s game he wasn’t really watching on the TV above the bar and turned his body towards you. He said your name and lightly nudged your shoulder. Slowly, you turned your head, though not your body, to face him.
“Sorry about Hangman - Jake, that is. He’s not exactly who I’d go to for dating advice - pretty sure he hasn’t made a girl cum in about five years - something about seeing this girl for a couple months until they found out they were distant cousins or something?”
It wasn’t true - at least Bradley didn’t think so - but he got a small smile and slightly amused head shake out of you.
“Regardless of all of this, you shouldn’t have had to hear that, especially since I don’t -”
You fully turned to face him. “- Listen, Bradley,” you said a moment later, “I got dressed up for this, wore cute underwear, and even got a wax, so if this was a - a joke or if you don’t see this going forward in any way or - god, if you don’t even want to - look, I can just leave and we can pretend -”
“- No. We’re leaving.” He didn’t recognize his own voice. It was deep, commanding - dominant. And all you could do was lick your lips. “Now.”
With a smile on your face, you let him take you by your elbow and guide - read drag - you towards the exit, barely stopping to allow you to grab your clutch off the bar top. Knowing Hangman and Phoenix were no doubt watching the entire series of events unfold, Bradley threw his middle finger up over his shoulder, and then let the door close firmly behind his back.
It was quiet in the parking lot, just the hum of the chatter and music from inside the bar echoing across the pavement. Bradley held your hand as he walked to his car in the back corner of the lot. You approached the Bronco and leaned your back against it casually.
“So, what now?” You crossed your arms over your chest, inadvertently pushing your breasts together. “You gonna take me against the side of your truck like a big strong boy? Put me in my place?”
He took a step towards you, then another. He could feel the heat pouring off your body and watched the slight rise and fall of your chest.
“No, I’m gonna take you home and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight in the morning, that sound good, sweetheart?” You nodded dumbly. “And for the record, it’s not a truck, it’s a Bronco.”
You giggled. It was cute and so out of place considering what Bradley had just said to you. God, you were cute. More than cute.
“Fine, as long as you don’t take us on the 405 to Brentwood…”
Bradley barked out a laugh at your joke. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“I doubt my charm is what got me all the way here.” You placed your hands on his chest. He couldn’t tell if you were going to push him away or pull him closer.
“You’d be surprised…” he muttered.
And then, before he could overthink it, Bradley leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. For all his thoughts earlier in the evening, the kiss was surprisingly tender. You tasted like lime and tequila and smelled like summer.
His hands dug into your hips, pulling you even closer and you let out a gasp - a perfect, breathy, little gasp against him when he pressed himself against your core. Your arms wound themselves around his neck and he in turn picked you up slightly and leveraged you against the door of the Bronco with his weight. You yelped at the action.
“Ooof - that was - god.” You cut yourself off as Bradley started peppering kisses down your neck, behind your ear, across your jawline. Meanwhile, your own hands were sliding under the collar of his t-shirt and oxford, digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Now, sweetheart,” he says the term of endearment teasingly, “when you went to the bathroom earlier, you were gone for a while. Thought maybe you got lost or were busy with something else…”
You scoffed. “Please, I was trying to see if I could pick the lock on the bathroom window.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He started inching his hands up your thighs, higher and higher until he could feel the warmth radiating off you. Your legs wrapped around his waist on their own accord, leaving your barely clothed core pressed against the fly of his jeans. “But I bet if I slipped my hands underneath that cute underwear you mentioned earlier, I’d find this pussy soaking wet, hmmm? Lemme make it up to you? All those nasty things that bastard said about you - you know I didn’t agree with a single one, hmm?”
“I know - ohh,” you cried out as one of Bradley’s fingers slipped into your already dripping wet cunt, “god, f-fuck, Bradley.”
He clicked his tongue. “Uh uh uh, that’s Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw to you.” Even in the early throes of pleasure, you managed to glare at him. “Now, you gonna take my fingers like a good girl or not?”
You whimpered when he added a second, then a third. The stretch felt so good and you rolled your hips so he could get even deeper. You were panting against his neck, your feet barely touching the ground as Bradley fucked you with his fingers while his thumb circled your clit. Your breasts were heaving and straining against the fabric of your dress and he could only imagine what they would look like if you were bouncing on his cock.
“Who knew you were such a little slut? Fucking yourself on my fingers in a bar parking lot…”
“Bradley, I - ahhh, ahh - fuck, I hate you.” The words lacked any force behind them due to the moan you let out.
“Careful, sweetheart. I could make a real mess out of this pretty little dress of yours.” You found yourself nodding along, anything to keep him talking and keep his fingers inside you.
Bradley could feel you clenching around his fingers, which were buried all the way to his knuckles and absolutely slick with your cum. Fuck. Imagine if you weren’t so blissed out getting finger fucked and you could talk back at him? This time he let out a groan.
Maybe later.
“Bra-Bradley, I -” you cut yourself off with a moan that turned into a pitiful whimper. Your walls were tightening around him and he knew you were close. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to sneak a taste later.
With a final thrust of his fingers and a pinch to your clit, you came apart for him with a blissed out cry, tensing and then relaxing against him.
“Shh, shh, that’s a good girl, yeah? Such a good girl for me.” Your body was trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you tucked your head into his neck, breathing in deeply. Your lips grazed a sensitive stretch of skin on his neck and he hissed.
“Come on, look at me…” Bradley said quietly, but firmly.
Once you lifted your head up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Bradley removed his fingers - carefully, so as to not make a mess of your pretty little dress. You whined at the loss, your pussy still clenching at nothing. He briefly brushed his fingertips across your lips to give you a taste of yourself, before he put both fingers in his own mouth and groaned.
You watched, transfixed, as he took them out with a resounding pop. “Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good - here, open up.”
You did as he asked and instinctively started sucking on his fingers. He noticed you subtly rubbing your thighs together and applied the slightest bit of pressure with his other hand, which was on your shoulder and inching closer to your collarbone and neck.
Eventually, you had to breathe and Bradley pulled his now clean fingers out.
“Good girl. Now why don’t we head home before you really make a mess?” You nodded and gave him a bashful smile. God, you were so fucking perfect - which reminded him - “but first, I want those soaking wet panties of yours before we get in the car.”
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The entire drive to his house was agony. Pure fucking agony. Bradley hadn’t been this tightly wound since his first deployment. Beside him, you appeared relatively unaffected, probably still experiencing the after effects of your orgasm, and were drawing invisible circles on your knee with your left hand. Your nails were painted bright red and looked sinful against your skin.
Suddenly, the Bronco hit a bump in the road and you both slightly jolted off your seats. You let out whimper, while Bradley was reminded of the white lace underwear shoved in his back pocket. He couldn’t wait to get another whiff of them.
The two of you rolled up to a stoplight, giving Bradley an opportunity to really look at you. The hand that had once been drawing circles on your knee was slowly inching higher up your thigh before it disappeared underneath the tiered skirt of your dress. You turned your head to look at him, a coy look on your face.
“Are we almost there? I thought you pilots drove as fast as you flew…”
He smirked, glad your spark was back. (Not that he didn’t like the little submissive display you’d put on in the parking lot.) “Almost there - don’t fucking tease me.”
With that, he swatted at the hand currently underneath your dress skirt. You pulled it back with a pout. “But Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I’m wetter than the Middle East before you and your little buddies purged it of oil.”
At that, Bradley barked out a laugh and the light changed. He was still chuckling as he passed through the intersection. “I’ll give you that one.”
You preened. “Plenty more where that came from - don’t forget I still don’t like you…” You both knew that wasn’t exactly true, but Bradley wasn’t going to say anything to the contrary.
A few moments later, the Bronco practically rolled into his driveway on two wheels. Thankfully, Bradley had left the porch light on so the house wasn’t entirely dark. You looked at the house critically and he desperately wanted you to like it.
It was important to him that you liked it.
The three bedroom, craftsman house had been built in the 1930s, but had been renovated before Bradley had bought it when his official transfer to North Island had gone through a couple months ago. It was set back a good distance from the tree lined street and had a nice lawn that laid way to a wide-set front porch. You were probably used to the manses dotting the streets of Coronado or Del Mar, but Bradley liked the tree lined streets and sense of community he had found in South Park.
“It’s nice, Bradley,” you said with a smile, sincere for the first time in awhile.
“Thanks.” He ducked his head, not wanting you to see how happy he was at your meager compliment. “Now come on, sweetheart.”
Without another word from you, he slid you across the bench seat and into his arms and then opened the door and got out of the car. You sat there, a little thrown and Bradley sighed. “Well, if I have to do everything…”
“Wha - oh my - Bradley!” you squeaked in surprise, as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He chuckled and shut the door with his hip. “You - you oafish man! If you don’t put me down I’ll - I’ll -”
“- You’ll what?” He smacked your bare ass as he walked up the front steps and headed over to the front door. “Sweetheart, I don’t really think you’re in the position to be making demands.”
In turn, you smacked his back. “And you would know all about that - making demands. Hostage negotiations, CIA blacksites - mmmhh!”
He slapped you again and felt his cock twitch when you moaned. God, you had such a smart little mouth on you.
“Alright, now you gotta be quiet unless you want all my neighbors to see you like this - ass out, marked red by my hands. Is that what you want?”
“No…”
“Good girl.” You wiggled your ass and this time it was Bradley’s turn to moan. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
He fished his house keys out of his pants - accidentally grazing his hand against the pocket holding your panties first - and then unlocked the door. He kicked it shut and locked it, then turned on the light on the hall table before he even contemplated putting you down. It felt like you were trying to turn your head around or at least pick it up, probably to get a look at the place. Eventually, and with another smack on the ass, Bradley put you down.
Your chest was heaving and your hair was all over the place. You quickly tried to fix your hair in the mirror hanging above the hall table while Bradley threw his wallet and keys into a bowl on the same table and toed off his shoes. He briefly glanced at you in the mirror when his eyes fell on something reflecting light on the mantle in his living room - his gold plaque from the uranium enrichment mission was proudly perched for all to see.
Including you.
Bradley could already hear the teasing comments coming - what’s that? a participation award? - and resolved to distract you before you caught a glimpse at it. Luckily, you were both horny as fuck, so it wasn’t exactly hard to think of a distraction.
He slipped behind you and brushed your hair over one shoulder and started pressing featherlight kisses down your neck, keeping eye contact with you in the mirror the entire time. You leaned back against his chest and sighed, before you turned around and pulled him in for a kiss. He could have sworn he could still taste your sweetness from earlier when you’d sucked his fingers clean, but that may have just been wishful thinking.
Slowly, and without breaking your frantic kiss, he walked the two of you through the house and towards his bedroom. He only stubbed his toe once and you laughed against his lips when you let out a grunt of pain.
“Watch it, lieutenant. Thought you had your sea legs?”
He chose to ignore your comment and turned on another light, creating a soft glow in his bedroom. You took off his oxford, throwing it onto the chair holding other various button downs and Hawaiian shirts in the corner. Your hands slid underneath his white t-shirt, roving over his abs, dragging your short, but sharp nails across the skin. He groaned.
“Navy’s good for one thing, I guess,” you muttered against Bradley’s neck while your hands ran over his body.
He pushed you back slightly, so you fell onto the bed, propped up by your elbows. “Only one thing?”
You spread your legs, fully taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t have any underwear on. In fact, it was still in Bradley’s back pocket and there it would stay. “Well, that might not be not true. I bet you probably get loads of discounts and shit like that - wait do you have a J Crew discount? I can only imagine there’s nothing like getting rewarded for colonizing and exploiting half the world fuck - Bradley!”
You cried out when he grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of his bed. He’d perfectly positioned himself between your legs, leaving your absolutely glistening cunt on full display. Bradley would be - admittedly - shocked if there wasn’t a puddle of slick on the passenger seat of his car right now. You bit your lip, no doubt thinking you knew what he was going to do next.
But instead, he tightened his grip around your ankles and then let go of them a moment later, so you were sitting up perfectly on the edge of the bed.
“Awww, sweetheart. You didn’t think I was gonna go down on you with that stunt you played in the car, did you? Only good girls get their pussy eaten.”
You whined and Bradley figured you would’ve stomped your foot too had you been able. “Tell me - tell me how to be a good girl? I want to be a good girl for you.”
Oh fuck him. He’d come in his pants like a twelve year old if he didn’t hurry this along.
“Get on your knees.”
You didn’t have to be told twice and sunk to the floor in front of him. Your bare ass was resting on the backs of your feet while your dress fanned prettily over your knees.
He clicked his tongue. “While that does make for a pretty picture, I believe I said on your knees, sweetheart.”
“Sorry, lieutenant commander.” Your eyes were wide as you peered up at him and Bradley hoped you’d try and keep eye contact with him the entire time you had his cock in your mouth.
“Good girl.” He cupped your cheek and then swept your hair out of the way and untied the ribbon holding your open-back dress together.
Though your dress didn’t quite fall down right away, it did gape open to your shoulders and was easy to slide off the rest of the way. The ruffles and fabric bunched at your hips due to your kneeling position, leaving your breasts on full display.
“So pretty.” You ducked your head, but he tipped your chin back up so you had to look at him. “Knew you were hiding something under that pretty dress.”
You bit your lip, a genuine smile flitting across your face. “I bought it special for you - for our date.”
“Then I’ll try my best not to ruin it. Maybe I’ll aim for those gorgeous tits of yours instead.”
With slightly tremulous hands, you unbuttoned Bradley’s jeans and then dragged your index finger - with the fucking red nail polish - along the zipper. His cock practically jumped at your touch and he held back a groan. God, he was going to finish way too fucking quickly. Probably another thing you’d tease him about. (Oddly, that didn’t help him, if anything it turned him on even more.)
You pulled the zipper slowly and then started to pull Bradley’s jeans off, but he got impatient and did it himself. His cock was already erect in his boxer briefs and you just stared at it, a wicked smile on your face, for a moment before tilting your head up.
“Got to say, I’m a little disappointed. Thought for sure you’d have American flag boxers on.” You reached out to palm him over the soft fabric and Bradley couldn’t help but buck his hips into your hand. “Somebody’s eager.”
“Well, not everyone got taken care of in a parking lot…” He forgot the rest of his sentence because you had just slipped his boxer briefs off and his cock sprang out.
You licked your lips and peered up at him. “Bet you’re the pride of the Navy with this.” You leaned in and blew a stream of air on him and then pressed a light kiss to the tip. Bradley shuddered. You swirled your tongue around his cock, making sure to flick your tongue along the underside. He then gently guided himself into your mouth and you salivated more around him. He moaned - deep and guttural - as you fully took him in your mouth, while your head bobbed up and down. Of course you were good at giving head. Of course.
“Glad to know that smart mouth has other uses.”
You moaned and Bradley quickly realized the futility of his plan to try and last longer. He groaned and his shoulders sagged in pleasure as you worked him, hands doing what your mouth wasn’t able to as you grasped the top of his shaft and balls.
At one point, you changed tactics and hollowed out your cheeks and sucked. Bradley couldn’t help but bring his hand around the back of your head and buck his hips, getting faster and harder with each passing thrust.
“That’s a good girl, you’re taking me so good, sweetheart.”
The praise spurred you on, your enthusiasm only getting better with every passing second and Bradley felt that tell-tale tugging in his gut that he was close. It was like you had something to prove - you took him deeper, your hands became more skilled and dexterous, your moans more sinful, your eyes wide and eager as you peered up at him.
“Fuck, I’m so - close. I’m gonna cum.” Bradley said your name and your hands dug into his thighs. “If you don’t tell me otherwise, I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”
You pulled back just enough to say: “Please, just wanna take care of you.”
And that did it. With a final thrust of his hips into your sweet mouth, he spilled himself inside you. Like a good girl, you swallowed everything he gave you. Every last drop. You looked so proud of yourself.
You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and slowly rose from your knees. You were completely naked, your dress pooled down at your feet and he couldn’t resist roving his eyes up and down your body. God, you were so gorgeous.
You were both breathing heavily, but he didn’t hesitate before grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. When he eventually pulled away, your eyes met, and he rested his forehead against yours.
“Fuck me, Bradley - please?”
You said his name. Not lieutenant commander or asshole or some other slightly condescending moniker. You said Bradley. As in you wanted him - the guy who had originally asked you out. The one you had tried so hard to impress all those days and nights spent texting.
And who was he to say no to that?
He grabbed you by the hand and laid you down on the bed, your hair fanning out on the crisp white pillowcases and sheets he had put on freshly that morning. You sighed as you burrowed your face in the sheets. “Kiss me.”
Who was he to refuse you? But instead of pressing his lips to your own, he went lower and wrapped his mouth around your breasts which had taunted him all evening, always straining to break free of that gorgeous dress now thrown on his floor somewhere. You arched your back to grant him better access and then wrapped your leg around his hip, digging your ankle into his ass.
His dick was hard again, pressed against your wetness, reminding him that he hadn’t touched you there since you had been in the parking lot. God, it seemed like hours ago.
“Bradley,” you sighed as he kissed down your stomach to right below your belly button. “Need you inside me - now.”
He groaned. “You gotta be patient, sweetheart. Wanna take my time with you now.” You whined, clearly not liking that answer. Bradley slid his hand between your bodies and started playing with your clit. You sighed and he then slid one finger into you, then another, crooking them both as he dragged them down your walls. He could tell the teasing was driving you crazy, but he kept at it, bringing you closer to your release and then pulling back before you could find it.
“Please,” you whimpered sometime later. It was a simple, one word response, but it proved to be his undoing.
Bradley slid his hand down to his cock, pumping it a couple times before he lined himself up and slid into you. You both moaned at the contact and Bradley started to find a rhythm that would suit the two of you. It took some direction from you both, but you eventually figured it out.
“How ‘bout you tell me more things you hate about me?”
You turned your head into the pillows, muffling a moan as Bradley snapped his hips to meet yours. “Ahhhhh, That Hawaiian shirt on your chair is - is abso-lutely h-heinous -”
“- Not like that.” He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and you keened, loving the new angle. His dick plowed into you relentlessly and Bradley savored every thrust, loving the way your cunt tightened around him each time.
You grabbed his shoulders, bringing the two of you chest to chest, so you could pull him in for a kiss. It was frantic and hot, all teeth and sighs against each other. The feel on your breasts against his chest was another sensation he didn’t want to miss out on any longer. Fuck, you had gorgeous tits. The perfect size for him. Bradley pulled his head back, but didn’t slow his pace.
“Want my girl on top, want those gorgeous tits in my face as I fuck her.”
Your back arched at his words and before you could say anything, he flipped the two of you over so now you were on top. “Ohhhhh,” you sighed as you took his cock to the hilt before you started riding him in earnest.
You pushed your hair back and smiled down at him wickedly. “Do you know how many,” you started, seemingly just remembering his comment from earlier, “CO2 emissions that - fuck, Bradley, right there - that stupid fucking plane of yours emits ev - everyday? Fucking des-troy-ing the environment - ahhh,” you broke off with a sigh.
“No, tell me?” Your breasts were bouncing right in front of his face and Bradley reached out to grab one with his right hand, keeping the left firmly on your hip. He pinched your nipple and you keened.
“I - I can’t remem -” you panted, “- it’s a - ahhh, fuck - it’s a lot.”
The absolutely blissed out expression on your face made him groan. “God, look at you now, all cock dumb for me. What happened to that smart girl from before?”
You took a moment to gain your thoughts. “She wasn’t getting fucked so good back then.”
“So good, huh?”
“Bradley.” Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, but you still managed to get another question out. “How did you vote in the last three presidential elections?” He slowed his pace and you glanced down at him. “Wait, are you registered to vote?”
Bradley actually paused, fully in possession of his faculties. “You know, I don’t think I changed my registration over yet from Virginia -”
“- So help me fucking god, Bradley, I will jump off your dick right now if you -”
“- Obama.” Thrust. Moan. Pull Back. “Clinton.” Thrust. Moan. Pull Back. “And then Biden.” Thrust. Moan. Pull back.
“Good boy,” you just managed to get out before Bradley really felt himself losing control.
He wanted to - no, he needed to finish inside of you. He couldn’t bear the thought of flipping you over and pulling out, only to spend himself all over your stomach - seemed like a waste. Neither of you had the forethought to get a condom out of his nightstand.
“Are you on the pill?”
“IUD,” you barely got out, “Can’t have any of your military brats running around now, can I?”
Thank fuck. He wanted to come inside you so badly. Fill you up and then watch his cum drip out of you. God, he was so close. He just wanted to flip you over again, so this time you were on your back.
“Gotta wait a couple more dates before we start talking about kids, sweetheart - god, it’s like your cunt was made for me -”
“- Jesus fuck, Bradley! Just come inside me before I -” The most beautiful moan he had ever heard interrupted what was sure to be another diatribe of yours. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck -”
And then it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. With one final thrust, his orgasm crashed through him and he spent himself inside you. A moment later, you followed, your body briefly tensing and then you came with a cry.
You collapsed against his chest, spent - the two of you a sweaty mess of limbs and slick between your thighs as you both rode out the aftershocks. You glanced up at him, resting your chin on his chest, and gave him a look of pure adoration.
“There’s my good girl,” he said, getting a winning smile out of you. Somehow, you managed to pull yourself up and give him a kiss, less heated than the previous ones you had shared, but no less meaningful, before you rolled over onto Bradley’s other side and slipped under the top sheet.
You both laid there, side by side, chests rising and falling heavily. Fuck. Neither of you knew what to say - if there even was something to say. It had never been like that with anyone else - ever.
“I still don’t like that you’re in the military,” you said, not turning to face him.
The matter of fact way you said it made Bradley chuckle, which then turned into a proper laugh and you soon joined in.
“Sorry,” you said through your laughter, “just had to make sure that was clear.”
“And I’ll just try to forget you asked me who I voted for in the last election while I was literally inside you.” You groaned and hid underneath the sheet. “Just so you know, that was my honest answer. You can look up my voting record if you really want.”
You peeked your head out from under the sheet. “And you’ll promise to change your registration to California?”
Bradley chuckled. “I’ll go this week.”
“Good.” You smiled shyly at him and then propped yourself up onto your left elbow, peering at him curiously. “So, how do we really feel about the stache?” You brought your finger up to his mouth and dragged it across his mustache and then to his lips.
Bradley leaned back on his elbows and glared at you. “We like the stache…”
“Okay, sure, sure.” You scrunched your nose and tilted your head back and forth a couple times. “For now.”
“You’ll change your mind after riding my face.”
You pulled the bedsheet up higher on your chest, but tangled your legs with his. “Planning another round already, huh?”
He kissed your nose. “You know us military guys, ready with a moment’s notice.” You yawned. “Or maybe not…”
“Sorry,” you started sitting up, “I was busy all week with that project I mentioned.” He nodded, remembering the couple times you had brought it up earlier in the week via text. “And didn’t get much sleep. Anyway, I guess I should get going…”
Despite his best efforts, his face fell. “Oh. Right, yeah.”
“Yeah…” But you didn’t move. “This was -”
He scooted over towards you and laid his hand on your thigh. “ - You can stay here tonight - I mean, if you want to? Like by the time you get an Uber and then get back to your place - you’ll be out like an hour of sleep already.”
You glanced around the room and bit your lip. “I don’t know - I figured you didn’t - I mean, I don’t know if you want -” you cut yourself off, seemingly not wanting to say anything more for the moment.
“It’s no big, really.” You still seemed unsure and Bradley hoped he didn’t sound too eager.
“Okay - yeah.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. “Cool. Uhh is it okay if I just use the bathroom…”
Bradley nodded readily. “Yeah, uhh, it’s down the hall, second door on the right.”
“Cool.” You tiptoed over to the leather and oak chair in the corner that held Bradley’s mountain of shirts. You grabbed the button down he had worn earlier that evening and threw it on, quickly fastening the middle two buttons. “I’ll just,” you thumbed over your shoulder and scampered out of the room.
“I’ll be here,” Bradley said to the empty room.
Fuck.
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Saturday mornings were one of Bradley’s favorite times of the week. He allowed himself to sleep in a little later - nothing crazy, just nine o’clock - and then prepared himself a well balanced breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast with one of those fancy cold brew coffees he had finally figured out how to make.
He so rarely allowed himself that time during the week - the ability to ‘just do’ and not over think everything. To do whatever he wanted. But that Saturday morning was different.
Because that Saturday you were there.
His arm was thrown over your stomach, leaving you close, but not too close to him. You slept on your back, while he slept on his side. Your sheets had barely moved during the night, still wrapped tightly around your breasts, while Bradley’s were half kicked to the end of the bed and half bunched between the two of you.
There were a smattering of bite marks across your neck and chest and Bradley wondered how the rest of your body under the sheet had fared. He stretched slightly, hoping not to wake you yet and felt a pleasing ache in his thighs. Beside him, he watched you shift slightly in your sleep and twitch your nose. He quickly shut his eyes, knowing you were waking up and didn’t want to be caught staring.
You let out a blissful sigh and burrowed yourself into the pillows on your side of the bed. As you stretched, your leg grazed against Bradley’s and you let out a little gasp and quickly yanked it away.
Figuring that was a good excuse to wake up, he rolled over to face you and let out a little groan of his own, but didn’t open his eyes yet.
“Morning,” he rasped as he opened his eyes. You were staring at him, looking like a deer in headlights. “How’d you sleep?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but didn’t say anything for a moment. “Uhh, fine - thanks.” You cleared your throat. “Do you know what time it is?”
Bradley rolled over to glance at the old fashioned alarm clock on his mid century modern nightstand. “Just after nine. Do you want -”
“- Oh. I guess I should head out then…”
He tried not to look too disappointed. “Oh, yeah.” He sat up in bed, leaning against the pillows piled up against his headboard. “Uhhh, I think your clothes are over there.”
You slipped out of bed, taking the top sheet with you to preserve your modesty he imagined, and made your way to the foot of the bed where your dress had wound up last night. You managed to put it on without letting the sheet slip and swept your hair out of the way to tie the ribbon at the back that Bradley had loved undoing hours ago.
Once you finished, you looked around the rest of the room, but avoided eye contact with him. He had a feeling he knew what you were looking for - your underwear.
He cleared his throat. “Uhh, it’s in my jeans. The back pocket.”
You went over to the pile of his own clothes on the floor and picked up his jeans, finding your white lace underwear in the back pocket, like he had said. For some reason, Bradley glanced away while you slipped them on. He turned back around and gave you a small smile, but found that you were already staring at him, an unreadable expression on your face. You shook yourself out of whatever trance you had been in and made your way over towards his side of the bed. You cleared your throat before speaking.
“Look, I’m sorry, Bradley. But I don’t know if I see this as a long term thing?” You leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. It was only slightly condescending. “But if you ever want to ever want to fuck again, let me know?”
And before he could even get out a response, you were gone, a trail of perfume in your wake and Bradley was half hard again. He leaned back against his headboard and let out a deep sigh.
Oh.
He had thought you’d both come to some sort of truce last night. You’d slept over for fuck’s sake. Was it so out of the realm of possibility that you would want to see him again? And for more than just sex at that? For a moment he just sat there, staring at his hands clasped on top of his duvet. Was this how every girl felt after Hangman did the ol’ two pump dump on them? It made him rethink every date or one night stand he’d had in the last fifteen or so years - was this how it felt to be ghosted? Wasn’t that what people were calling it now? God, it was fucking shitty -
Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from the hallway and Bradley belatedly realized he hadn’t heard the front door close. The sound of sandals slapping on the hardwood echoed through the house and you suddenly burst through his bedroom door, a giddy smile on your face.
“Oh my god, your face!” You giggled, looking downright gleeful.
The realization that he had just been had - mercilessly, truly he would never live it down - just hit Bradley.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t hide his smile or the relief he had felt.
You smiled in turn, looking carefree and beautiful with your messy morning hair and post sex glow. You took a couple steps towards him and the bed and he reached out to absentmindedly finger the hem of your dress.
“I think we’ve established that I’m actually hilarious.”
“Tell me a joke then - come on, right now. Tell me a joke?”
You tapped your index finger on your chin - once, twice. “Hmmmm, what about the fact that you work -”
“- For the Navy?” he finished with you. You nodded, that giddy smile back on your face. “Not your best, but we can work on that.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking…”
“Smart girl.”
You hummed in response and leaned forward to play with his hair, pulling it slightly at the roots. “So you’ve told me. But I’ve been thinking, have you ever thought about a career change?”
Bradley sighed, humoring you. “Can’t say I have, but what do you have in mind, sweetheart?”
“Well, I think I could proudly fuck an astronaut - oh my god, Bradley!” You let out a shriek when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto the bed next to him.
He leaned over you, propped up on his right elbow. “An astronaut, huh?”
You nodded, now laying flat on your back. “Unlike your obnoxious friend from last night -”
“- Bagman,” he purposely gave you the wrong name, hoping it would stick and you’d earnestly call Hangman that to his face the next time you saw him.
“Bagman,” you repeated, “right, well, unlike Bagman from last night, you’re actually very intelligent.”
“Oh, I’m very intelligent, huh?”
You ignored him. “You already fly in that death trap plane and can handle all the g-force so the astronaut training programs shouldn’t be - don’t look at me like that, all surprised I know what g-force is, I’m not an idiot.”
Bradley couldn’t help but smile. “Sorry, sorry. Go on.”
“And -” you sat up in your excitement, “- now this is the most important thing - you won’t be actively contributing to the exploitation of foreign nations by exporting their natural resources for the benefit of the US economy.”
You looked so pleased with yourself that Bradley couldn’t help the proud smile from stretching across his face. “How about I think about it? That good with you?”
“That would be nice…” you tried to sound nonchalant about it, but he could tell you were pleased. “And what do you want in return?”
He scoffed in mock outrage and sat up beside you. “Me? Want something in return? Never?” You shot him an amused look. “Hmm, how about this?” He grabbed your hand and played with your fingers. “You go out with me again?”
A smile crept across your face and you ducked your head. “I think that’s a fair trade - provided I get to pick what we do?”
“Oh, of course,” he said with mock solemnity.
“Then I accept.”
You gave him a quick peek on the lips, but Bradley pulled you back in for a deeper kiss. You responded in kind, leaning into him and pressing your body against his. He wasn’t entirely sure how serious you were about this whole astronaut thing - he doubted you were - but he was committed to making this work between the two of you.
If your thoughts on the military were that important to you, then you and Bradley would work something out together. He wasn’t about to give up on this just yet. He wrapped his hands around your hips, right at the top of your ass, and you squirmed against him, never breaking your kiss. For a moment, he let himself get lost in a daydream with you, of him going off to space and you - hold on just a minute...
He pulled his lips away from yours. “- Wait, wait - it’s not okay for me to exploit foreign nations, but it’s okay for me to potentially colonize space?”
You straddled his waist, barely moving your lips away from his neck as you gave a reply. “Shh, shh, we can work out the details later…”
THE END
[Part 1.5] [Part 2.1]
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˖˚˳⊹Blue Lock University: an Uni AU˖˚˳⊹
included: aiku, chigiri, gagamaru, kaiser, isagi, nagi, reo, rin, sae, shindou
note: already thinking about uni even though i still have two months LMFAOOO i am catching up on bllk and i finally made it to the different team battles. idk y'all manshine city kinda slaps
all of these HC's are not official!
check out part 2!
aiku
oh god, this guy gives off business major energy
most definitely in a frat, you can't prove me wrong
the kind of student that slacks off and parties all night but manages to do decent on exams and in class
not stellar but decent
insanely popular, gets all the girls but doesn't know how to keep them
the class clown
professors hate him so much but he does well enough where they can't lecture him
chigiri
Sports medicine major: wants to help people the way doctors helped him when he tore his acl
also oversees track and xc meets because of his speed
can be spotted at the cafe studying most of the time
likes to spend time to himself but doesn't mind seeing friends once in a while
but when he has a deadline he will focus on that 1000%
Everyone likes him, he gets good grades and is always very good with finishing things on time
His sister and mom visit him often, a family boy!
loves when people compliment his hair
gagamaru
Agricultural science or archeology major: mans is in the mountains constantly
probably does research there
a little bit of an oddball, mostly on the quiet end in class
that being said, he's an underdog in his class rank and always performs suspiciously well
people are scared of him because of his stoic aura but is a genuinely good person to get advice from and study with
if you get past his quirks, he's a great friend and an ever better person to depend on when you need it
kaiser
please hear me out
at first i thought "another business major but THEN"
i realized he could also be a really self-centered, full of himself STEM major
so i am going to say he is in computer science and thinks he is the true pioneer
honestly, the person that people complain about after class
tryhard and complains about getting a B on something
that being said, if you get on his good side, he is slightly more kind to you
isagi
kind of the same as kaiser but a psychology major, more popular, and much nicer lol
likes to study athletes and wonder if their personalities line up with how they play
a hard worker and studier, his weekends are rarely for rest
likes to go out though, he takes comfort in small things like visiting friends and grocery shopping
believe a healthy body is consistent with a healthy mind so is constantly health-conscious and drinks a ton of water
his parents send him care packages occasionally :))
nagi
this guy is undecided for now major-wise but will probably do something in video game development or digital communication
possibly cybersecurity if he actually wants to put in the work
lazy as hell but we knew this
constantly skips or sleeps in class but manages to do well
reo has to wake him up or call him if he has an early class he cannot miss or an exam or else nagi would legit miss it
isn't seen out much but when he is, he's with reo
fond of arcades, hoodies, and sweatpants
president of the gaming club and is surprisingly popular because of his gaming abilities
i believe him and reo share an apartment that the mikages help with financially because at this point nagi is like a second son to them <3
reo
another business major, this time marketing
president of the uni's business frat for sure
the definition of star student
everyone loves him but he only hold a few close to him because he knows a lot of people gravitate to him for his money
despite his family line, he is the most humble person you'll ever meet
super polite and respectful
he and nagi live in a shared apartment and only a select few friends get to come over
but when they do, reo shows them the best hospitality and above all, they actually study since he is a man of his word
rin
Definitely doing something in sports administration
the tryhard that is usually quiet, but piss him off and he WILL let you know
part of the school's podcast and newspaper club, where he works on reporting sports and talking to athletes
hates to be compared to his brother who is in the same major as him
gets jealous easily and finds it hard to keep a relationship because of this
communication is key for him in all aspects
sae
also sports adminstration
quieter than his brother but also has more attitude
enjoys being alone no matter where on campus he is in
but also popular
an ace student
is a part of a soccer travel team so is away a lot
drinks venti cold brews
shindou
biology... i don't need to explain LMFAOOOO
is VERY interested in all that stuff
actually a good student but is a class clown
doesn't take work seriously but does well enough
befriends everyone although he is a little unhinged
no filter at all
loves sugary coffee and staying up until the sun rises
would be part of the improv team bc he has a quick mouth and is quick thinking
thanks for reading!
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what do you think the AOT guys would major in college?
COLLEGE MAJORS WITH THE SNK MEN
starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke
rating: sfw!
notes: Thanks so much for the ask! I really appreciate your support(: I actually plan on doing a college series with each of the snk men having individual sets of drabbles, so this goes along perfectly with that!
EREN:
- I’m going to say Computer Science SOLEY because my Com Sci friends always seem to hang out on campus?
- Like not even in class, idk why but Eren’s just constantly there??
- Hanging out in the cafe, lounging around the courtyard, bowling in the recreation room, etc. No one’s ever heard him say “I gotta go to class”
- The man acts as if he doesn’t have a class to go to
- Most of his work is actually just completed at night anyway, when he’s not out at parties or with friends he stays up all night doing his homework
- Doesn’t really talk much about his classes but he probably does really well in them actually
- He probably doesn’t have too many Com Sci friends because he’s a bit intimidating in class? Hood up and headphones usually in or around his neck?
- But somehow he’s a social butterfly outside of his major, knows someone from every single one of your classes somehow
- I feel like freshman year he probably went overboard with parties? By the time he’s a junior he probably eases up on them, opting to stay up late doing his classwork last minute
- He might work at the campus tech office helping repair laptops for students! It’s better than working at a coffee shop in his opinion
- Probably plays intramural sports like soccer? Volleyball? Just for fun, probably decent at most group sports
- “Just for fun” but gets mad at his friends when they don’t attend his games “Eren I had an EXAM” “Don’t care, you should have rescheduled”
JEAN:
- My college headcanons for Jean are lowkey inspired by this annoying kid from high school who grew up and became hot? We had a love hate thing for a while😌
- So I’m going to say Poli-Sci just for that? But also I think it would actually fit Jean a lot
- He wants to see change in the world and he won’t have much patience for hypocrisy or overall assholes
- “Oh you don’t like (political candidate)? You think they’re the antithesis of American ideals? Name one of their policies. What does it about?”
- He’s really good at figuring out which of his peers just seem to parrot back things they’ve heard, yk? Like the students who memorize a Ben Shapiro argument but then cannot comprehend or form their own opinion?
- I think he’d be super understanding and accepting of other ideas, and honestly do a really good job of explaining both sides of debates?
- Understands that a lot of people shy away from actually investigating their political ideas and values because it can be intimidating, so he’d love to just talk to you about things and he’d make it really easy to understand
- Honestly I think he’d be a really good college professor someday, I bet he’d consider that as a career path once he saw his classmates turning to him for help
- He would want to be involved with the student political field on campus, councils and boards to advocate for his peers— I’d even imagine his classmates recommend him to join the student council
- But he wouldn’t have time for that(‘: he needs his time away from school sorry
- That’s his excuse to go out with friends a lot and fuck around
- At various parties throughout the week, bars, events, etc etc man’s a bit popular
ARMIN:
- Double major in History and Anthropology!!
- You already know this boys a total braniac
- Takes the most specific but random history courses in hopes of “really developing a broad spectrum of historical context”
- I was a history major and I took a nonhuman/abstract history course? I think Armin would hate a course like that at first, but then it ends up becoming his favorite
- The concept of my course was that studying nonhuman history (like animals or nature) reveals a lot about the people who did the research? And what they were passionate about?
- I did my final research paper on Greenland Sharks and how they live for hundreds of years, and how I’m fascinated by them because I’m fascinated with mortality? And so my paper juxtaposed a race to find the “key to immortality” through Greenland Shark DNA, and the history of death and our conscious awareness of death… I think Armin would eat that shit up
- One of the students who goes into their professor’s office hours just to talk to them about their theses and concepts
- Keeps in touch with his professors after he graduates too!
- Volunteers at the Student Writing Centers to help other undergrads with their papers, just reads through them and gives them some feedback
- Also takes a few creative writing courses!! Might have a poem or short story published in the student-run literary journal! He frames his copies on the wall(:
- As far as off campus activities he probably is active in lot of clubs or groups! Especially things like DnD! He is the Dungeon Master for his campaign
- But also involved in student orgs and clubs, loves checking out the activities board and exploring what the campus events are’
CONNIE:
- Business Major
- So sorry to all of my business major friends and anyone following me who’s a business major
- But at my school it was a joke? The major for people who didn’t know what they wanted to do?
- One of my friends had to decorate a Monopoly board for their final
- He’d probably pay Armin to write his papers? Or try to at least
- Honestly I bet he’d take the most random electives though? I don’t know how many Business majors need but his are so diverse and he’s super engaged in all of them
- Might take a Ping Pong course as a joke (my school offered one) but then takes Atmospheric Science? Imperial Russian History? Yoga? Latin??
- He claims it’s so that he can be a one-man-team in trivia nights and smoke everyone else
- But honestly I think he’d just have a lot of fun learning all of the random stuff!
- Habitually five minutes late to every class, but I think his professors would really like him otherwise?
- He’s extremely active and involved in class discussion, even if he’s just cracking a joke or giving an opinion
- If he’s not in a frat himself, he’s probably super close to all of the frats in town and gets invited out a lot!!
PORCO:
- Architecture Major
- Have you ever seen those “Architecture Majors be like: I have a whole building due on Friday 💀”
- He’d get so offended by those omg?? “That’s literally not true” or “Ha ha it’s funny when you say that but I actually have a model building I need to make”
- But the mode is made out of foam board and toothpicks or something bro chill
- Probably has glue on his fingers like 24/7? Hates building models with a passion. Especially with their super quick curing glue?
- Might actually make Armin help out with his models since Armin paints DnD and Warhammer models??
- I think Porco would prefer the design aspects of architecture and not the hands on part as much
- Is on the school’s soccer team! So he is usually at practice after school
- Probably hogs a squat rack or a bench at the campus gym, sorry not sorry
- I mentioned this in my college Porco headcanon set but I think he’d also go on runs daily around campus in the morning
- Probably one of those guys who brings around a gallon jug of water or a protein bottle
- You can tell Porco is nearby when you hear the protein bottle shake shake shake shake shake (yk with that little metal ball in it)
REINER:
- Okay I struggled with this one but I think he’d start off as a anatomy/physical science major? But then might switch off and go into education 😭
- I just think he’d be a great elementary teacher okay
- At first he’d want to go in to become a Physical Therapist?? So he’s super knowledgeable on anatomy and physical training
- Also on the soccer team, maybe the captain even! He leads warm ups and he’s super observant when it comes to his teammates and their physical capabilities (makes them personal workout routines and Bert is the only one who follows it precisely)
- I think halfway through his sophomore year he realizes that being a physical therapist isn’t what he wants to do? It’s work he’s good at, but does he like it?
- So he switches to be an education major!
- Honestly I could see him becoming a gym teacher or a general primary teacher!!
- He’d be really honored with the opportunity to make a difference in kids lives
- I know that teachers are horrendously underpaid (I’m studying to teach myself), but also shuts people down when they make tease him about that because he’s so proud that he’ll be aiding in the education and support of children!! He’s not in it for the money!
- Works at the gym, basically lives at the gym
- I think he would also be super passionate about activities on campus and school pride?? He and Armin are at every event hahah, his closet is full of different free r shirts he’s picked up
- Not necessarily popular by any means, but his classmates ADORE HIM! He’s super kind, the kind of classmate who will raise his hand and ask the teacher to repeat something or explain it further, even if he knows the content but if he knows a peer struggles with it?
LEVI:
- Literature major, maybe a philosophy minor??
- Similar to Zeke, I always imagine him as a grad student or TA
- One of the snarky, no nonsense students who will shut down his peers if he doesn’t agree with them
- Open to debate his ideas, but no one seems to want to 💀 he’s just a bit intense
- Probably one of those people who gets mad when his essay gets a B+ “I don’t think the Professor was able to comprehend my views, if he did he would have given me an A”
- As a Graduate Student he may teach a class to the undergrads and he’s super engaged with the content, and will just talk and analyze the stories for the class if they don’t participate??
- But he will not tolerate missing assignments
- As a philosophy minor he probably appreciates a lot of the history and context behind the philosophy
- Also probably laughs a bit at the pompous nature of most of his peers? Their whole “nobody understands life like I do” thing?
- Might secretly fuck with his peers by saying the most absurd and ridiculous things in a deadpan way to get them to agree with him “Dwelling on death is like thinking you need to shit soon, but not knowing when you need to go.” And then he waits and stares at them. “Yes, Levi, I agree completely”
- I think he’d be a columnist, or studying to be one? Journalism might have been a better route for him but I think he’d appreciate his courses on classical literature too much to not take them
- Might even take a creative writing course or two? Stays up all night in his apartment, under a poster that has the Ernest Hemingway quote: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”
ZEKE:
- Biochemistry loser nerd science man
- I always imagine him as a med student?? So if he’s not in biochem he’s already in med school, a couple years older than you!
- Probably wants to go into neurology or oncology, something intense!!
- I also think he would have taken a lot of history courses as an undergrad though? Enough that his advisor suggests he just gets a history minor
- I don’t know how this man has the time but he’s probably a research assistant for the chem labs or a TA for some of the history courses he liked taking
- He’d probably be a little pretentious about it, saying that TA-ing his history courses are the most relaxing part of his day
- Like shut up we get it you’re a nerd
- But honestly the biochem courses are extremely hard?? Especially if he’s a lab tech or RA!
- He’s probably one of those students who believes that through enough pressure he’ll become the perfect student so he does not take care of himself (🙋🏻♀️ I’m that student)
- So any free time he has he dedicates entirely to school or other resume filling activities that he can on campus
- I love the HC of him coaching little league baseball though? That’s probably the one time that he’s just a regular guy lol
- Makes sure his Tuesday and Thursdays are light on course load so that he can take the train to his hometown and coach the kiddos, might hit a bar with his biochem friends on Thursday nights afterwards
Thanks so much for the ask!! This was honestly one of the more challenging requests to do but one of my favorites?? Since I’m trying to come up with a little college series for each individual character, this definitely gave me some inspiration, you’ll likely see more come from this, so I hope you enjoyed(:
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Bio Time
I figured I should maybe do this so my silly little followers can know me a bit better :3
Quick Facts:
Age: 18
Height: 5’7”/170cm
Country: Canada
Time Zone: PST
Sexuality: Bisexual (leaning towards boys a bit :3)
Gender: idk, probably slightly nonbiney but i still like being a boy. Trying out the idea of being a demiboy rn :3 (he/they)
Areas of Study: Majoring in Computer Science, likely going to specialize in computer graphics and gaming. Planning a minor in history, also very into gender studies
Interests: Computers and technology, video games, history (almost any period/topic), social and political theory/ideas, boykissing, nature
Favourite Game: Hearts of Iron 4 (not in a nazi way ofc)
Favourite Drink: pipeline punch monstr :3
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Hi, I am tiredfemboy. I am a bisexual femboy (as you’ve probably noticed already) majoring in compsci, and I am truly always tired. The only way for me to stay awake all day is multiple monsters :3. I am always looking to make new friends and talk to interesting people. Feel free to message me about almost anything, I will respond to most asks and dms. I would love to discuss any of the topics that I’m interested in at anytime (provided that you come to me in good faith), I will not debate people on the topic of things such as human rights and the validity of queer people as those are not up for debate and a discussion cannot be had in good faith. I would love to share my ideas and provide advice to people on those topics, but I will not give my time to bigots. Anyway, always feel free to send asks or dms I truly love interacting with the little gay people in my phone :3
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My own personal Scooby-Doo re-imagining canon includes:
-out and proud lesbian Dominican/Puerto Rican Velma (yes I'm projecting, leave me alone)
-Velma has audhd
- velmaphne happens eventually
-sapphic/unlabeled daphne
-ace/homoromantic and autistic Fred Jones
-he's dating Shaggy who is a pan Trans man
- they are adhd/autism boyfriends
-fuck it, they're all autistic and you can fight me
-Velma and Fred have a shared special interest in machines and will talk about it with each other. They love to share what they know or what they learned and talk about improvements to designs and the like.
-daph and Fred grew up together. Daph's family works in politics and Fred's dad is running for governor or some other government role. Maybe daph's dad is a congressman.
-Daphne is very romantic and tried to liken their relationship to that of a fairytale with Fred being her prince charming but it didn't work out that way
-the two are fs soul mates just not the ones Daphne wanted originally
-she did play match maker to shaggy and Fred and it was a feat. Although, she couldn't clock velms would practically break her back bending over backwards for her.
- they meet in college where velms is majoring in forensic science , Daph is double majoring in business and hospitality (because of her parents) but she switches to journalism where she is much happier, Fred is in Mechanical engineering (idk it makes sense imo) and shaggy is majoring in veterinary science or culinary arts.
-they met in a creative writing class for their humanities credit where they find out they have a shared love of horror movies and mysteries. They did seriously debate on creating a Vincent Van Ghoul fanclub.
- they don't become an actual mystery solving group until they find out about a missing person's case for a student in their class and decided to take matters into their own hands
-found family™ they understand each other like no one else
-besties shaggy and daphne! Daph is a huge foodie and runs a vlogging channel with him! They love romantic comedies and this one novella in particular and will have frequent sleepovers where they do each other's nails and hair and gossip and fan tf out
- Fred joins in on occasion. He loves it even though he doesn't know what's going on. He does engage when he can though and somehow becomes very versed in the relationship dynamics of the show
-shaggy plays wingman for velms and daph and will listen to both of them pine over the other. He is tired.
-velma is fluent in 5 languages and uses them frequently, even to flirt.
-Daph can speak 3 but mostly just to talk business.
-daphne tries so fucking hard to live up to the expectations that her parents has for her and she does but they are never completely satisfied. Her whole arc is finding her own sense of self outside of her family.
-she's head of the cheer team, debate club, and the fashion column in the school's newspaper and graduated saludatorian at her high school
-Velms is also a journalist and she will try and work with daph when she can
-Supernatural occurances does happen. Eventually at least. In the beginning it's their regular whodunit shtick until they meet cosmic horrors that even Lovecraft couldn't imagine and cults (gasp)
-there will be stakes! It will be mature and dark but bc the plot calls for it
-daph was a part of the hex girls as she roadie and backup to Thorne, she did use this fact to flirt with velms.
-They are their brujas on speed dial.
-The gang doesn't know how Daph did it or for how long and they'll never get a straight answer. One day daph will say she found them practicing in an abandoned space and the next she might say they met at a commune. Her favorite thing to say is "oh. You know." as cryptically as she can and just stare off into the distance, just for kicks. Shaggy is convinced Thorne is Daphs twin sister or clone and they won't try and convince him otherwise.
-the hex girls are a polyam couple
-Scooby is young dog instead of having grown up with shaggy. Great Danes only have like an 8-10 year life span where 6 is average. Shaggy found him a injured and wandering on the edge of the woods that's next to the school.
I do plan on writing out this fic but idk if it has any merit. If I do write it would anyone be interested in reading?
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omg!! if you’re doing modern coryo / sej, what kind of part time job do you think they’d do or what majors would they study? if you think of !!!
I know in the book, Coryo was the TA for the communications class so maybe that would just be his realm? Or, i think he’d do some sort of writing major whether that be focused in nonfiction or straight up fiction, but pair it with political science as a double major.
And Sejanus would either be in a medical field (am not sure which one, need to think!), or he’d be studying like education :) just feel like he has the heart for it and it would probably be like elementary/middle school. He seems the type to also end up being like a coach for a school team along with being a teacher!
idk on part time jobs tbh (I’ve never had one so my thoughts are limited there😔)
let’s chat about sej, coryo or both, here :)
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CC3... and just my problems with sjm as a whole.
Soooooo, yeah. that was a bit disappointing. I wanna start off that due to the problematic nature of SJM I wanna make it clear I no longer financially support her. When I first began reading her books I was in high school and didn't know much about whose books I was reading. Most of it was just pick up a book, read the summary, if I liked it I bought it. But now as an adult who is on booktok and all the other bullshit (it's a whole mess) I can see all of a book and author's pros and cons and be like, "nah, I'm not doing that." And you know as a black woman, I cannot just be and do what I want and damn whoever it may impact or the consequence. I don't get to live in that world. I feel like I have somewhat of a responsibility to not contribute to the harm that the world already does to marginalized people around the world. That's just me personally, black people are not a monolith and this way of thinking doesn't apply to all of us.
Anyway all that being said, I am a book reader who is invested in whatever story they are reading and want to know what happens. So I read CC3.., but was sailing the high seas while I did it if you know what I mean. And let me just say... yikes. The problematic things that SJM does in real life and all that those issues mean really do shine in this book. I mean I always knew white authors have different experiences than me so I don't expect something that caters to me when I read their books but, idk sjm makes all the problematic things just so apparent. And it's just generally hard to read. There can't be any separation between the art and the artist in this one guys. I'm a political science and history major in real life so I spend my time studying political theory and structures of power in historical contexts. Hopefully, I can work to better understand those structures in our current present and with my intersection of activism (I am very passionate about that in my day-to-day) work to make a better world for marginalized people. So when I read SJM, I see some very troubling themes in her work. Themes that can perpetuate misogyny, racism, and imperialism. And it just makes me queasy reading it. It's not fun for me to read that. The way she used the oppression and discrimination of people as a major plot device, that the heroes have to defeat but in real life be ok with taking a birthright trip is just... a type of cognitive dissonance that I can't even put into words. and don't think I forgot the Breonna Taylor incident that she still has on her Instagram. if you don't know what I'm talking about look it up on TikTok, many black book readers have created multiple videos explaining that whole situation.
Now some people may be like, "What the fuck are you talking about. I don't see any of this." And like that's cool maybe because of what I'm studying I just see it everywhere. But I just have not been able to shake this ickiness in my gut about her work. The most thought-out example of the problematic nature of her work that I have is the description and characterization of the Illyrian people.
Now the way she physically described the illryians is as brown-skinned, with dark hair, and brown or dark eyes. This does put them in a very racially ambiguous position but to describe them as brown-skinned makes me picture brown people who in real life are racially recognized as black and brown people. People apart of brown communities are usually Southeast Asian or Arab people. They are marginalized in real life through various forms of oppression displayed in orientalism perpetuated mostly recently by the United States in the last 30 years (the war on terror, but this behavior goes back so much further). The Illyrian people's cultural characterization coupled with their physical description aligns with the negative aspects of Orientalism. Literally, the illryians are described as "backward", "barbaric", "slow to change", and stuck in timeless, old antiquated traditions that encourage the abuse of women and children. Sjm describes an indigenous people (she makes it clear that the illryians are native to the night court and nowhere else) as "savage" culturally, in their interpersonal relationships, and communally. That is just described as inherent to the people (except for a couple of characters who are "the good ones", or "not like that" and lucky enough to get away). Culturally they are described as being constantly in a state of conflict, preparing for and/or enjoying that conflict. I'm so sorry but that is Orientalism, literally the definition of how Orientalism was used to justify the colonization of the Middle East and parts of Asian during the colonization period and again when the western powers and the United States had a vested interest in interfering politically and economically in the region in the last couple of decades. That same language was used to describe the people of the Middle East and justify their oppression in the West. The exact same words. I did not understand the connection until I took a Middle East: politics and society class about two semesters ago and again that same language was used when we were learning about Orientalism. I went back to read some of acotar again and I saw all of that in relation to the illryians and I was like, "oh, oh no." I really don't know what else to say. To me, the relation is very very clear and makes my stomach just drop when reading it.
And the thing about it is it did not have to be this way, SJM did not have to characterize them like that. There is no real narrative function of this characterization, they are not the bad guys of the story or the main antagonist. In fact, the main characters need them to actually defeat the evil. SJM at the base made an interesting indigenous group of people that could have been a unique culture in her narrative landscape and added to her world-building. Instead, she wrote harmful stereotypes about vaguely racialized, marginalized people that directly mirror a marginalized group of people in the real world. Now was that her intention or just the subconscious influence of Orientalism in our society coming out without her awareness? I mean i cannot confirm from the horse's mouth that this is the case right? She has never actually said this. But her stance on current world events that are happening right (Palestine and Gaza strip) does not give me a lot of hope that she is completely unaware. But either way, this can hurt people in the real world. In the book, because the Illyrians are characterized the way that they are, the main characters are put in a moral position of opposition, that is the the dynamic. And to me, that dynamic is hard to read knowing what I know and what actually happens in real life to people that the Illyrians mirror. it begins to be super easy to just live in that moral opposition that can stripe away people's humanity and value. Azriel's contempt for his people and desire to destroy Illyria and the culture is a good example of what happens to these groups in real life. This is just one example of things in her work that can be problematic.
And listen I'm not writing this to tell you to stop reading her, to tell you what to do with your money, or who to like/support. That is not my job. I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and give whoever is reading this food for thought. And hey I might be reading too much into this, and just going way too deep. It is just hard for me to enjoy her work anymore knowing and seeing what I see. I can't really ignore that icky gut feeling.
And hey do I think sjm is a good writer? Eh... that is a whole other blog post. I could go really deep into her world-building, story choices, and what I think might just be lazy writing. But there are some aspects that I do like and are unique. But guess what? The fandom's fanfic writers are the light in the tunnel in this situation. As they often are in other fandoms. they take the actual cool and fun things that SJM created and build on them in a way that does not negatively depict the representation of real people. In a way that is not narratively disappointing. In a way that is just fun for everyone to enjoy. Free of charge they express their talent because they love to do it for however long they want to. Fanfiction is an amazing system that I hope and pray won't get messed up. Like one of my favorite creators @separatist-apologist posted about last week, "I think no matter what happens, we've all spent so much time reading fic and developing headcanons that whatever SJM does isn't going to live up to the fantasy we've created...". And I for real felt that and I just wanna shout out to all the fic writers who make this space fun despite all the fandom fuckery and SJM fuckery.
@separatist-apologist, @thehaemanthus, @the-lonelybarricade, @moodymelanist, @ablogofsapphicpanic, @vidalinav, @vikingmagic33, @c-e-d-dreamer
There are more that I probably missed. So you know thank you guys for making things fun and giving me something to read that doesn't give me an icky feeling when I read.
So yeah, thank you for coming to my ted talk. this turned out to be hella long but you know once I started I couldn't stop. If you have any questions, my ask box is open. Again these are just my thoughts. you don't have to agree and I'm not trying to change your mind. I just needed to share this somewhere.
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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !
when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?
i was in college! april 2018. but i was looking for something new to join. i liked the political aspect of the rp, it was still a pairs rp with the alliance system that seemed fun. i was in the middle of my political science major so i liked the idea of using what i was learning. also the main was very pretty. a lot of it was new to me, that's when we were all using icons and i didn't know what the heck small text was.
which characters have you written over the years ?
oh no, let's see: elyse, aslan, michael, daisuke, roxanna, stella, rebeka (i think was her name??) (stella part 1 kinda), ester (remember the pons?), domas (daisuke part 1 lbr), there was a daniel bruhl fc early on rip to him, ming fa (jianguo part 1), jianguo (my sweet boy, i did you dirty), queen of nambia i don't remember your name but you were fun, duchess of brittany i think?
what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?
andorra!
also layslan my beloved.
what about other people's plotlines ?
the russian plots were always super sexy and the zulus were so good. also england. just all of it.
who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?
elyse, my little nightmare. she grew up with me it feels like. i was studying nationalism and populism in my undergrad degree and i wanted to play with those styles of politics. she's so screwed up but i love her. her insecurity and the way that makes her clings to her choices, even when they are clearly bad. i think we all do that sometimes, we fear something and the create the situation that we fear.
honorable mention to my baby michael and my favorite villain domas/daisuke who would just plan fun.
if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?
i wish i could live in farnauld forever. novel version when?
is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?
probably my early ones, like early prussia. i learned so much in this half decade about writing, storytelling, and working in a group. i am entirely grateful to all of you for teaching me with kindness and love.
what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?
i'm not going to lie, i've had kalyse on my mind recently. but we had a whole thing with michael planned out and northern ireland which would have been fun. and we had some stuff planned for daisuke too that would have been interesting.
also, if we had done it, you would have screamed at the mexico/cuba plot
what is your favourite ooc memory ?
all of them but hshqmas is always a delight. also all the april fools admin announcements which got me every year and now this *weeps*
where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?
i'm on discord as ladyjane and my rph is @abbydoesrph. maybe i'll up a 1x1 someday. idk hmu.
what else would you like to say ?
i'm not going to say everything i want to say because i'm in my feelings. i feel like i grew up in hshq; as a person and as a writer. i've joined and left a lot of groups in this time but i always come back here. come home.
i want to say thank you. and thank you for your patience and communication and still loving me when i know i screwed up. i can only hope i've left you with as many good feelings as you all have left me with.
and thank you in particular to the admins for your care, attention, and dedication to the group. honestly, you're outstanding. i wish i had bosses who would asked for and provided feedback as well you three.
all of my love, and i mean all of it, to hshq. xoxo.
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I wanted to ask since you're a teacher. Do you think it's a good idea to drop out of college? I'm really struggling and idk what to do. My major is political science. I don't really feel like I'm good at anything :(
That's a pretty common feeling. DM me and I can try and give you more personal advice. It's hard to give good advice without knowing the specific circumstances you're in mentally and financially.
My broad advice to students is that classes are your side mission, their important but ultimately they set you up with a base. You want to really focus on the meat of university which is networking, clubs and projects. Now's the time to make new friends, enter competitions and be apart of organizations that interest you. This is where you'll figure out you like and don't like. Usually every field is interesting, it just takes the right environment. Give it a year more and try and pursue some clubs. If you feel it's still too much, I'd still recommend getting a degree in something easy (like marketing) to at least have a bachelor's since many jobs require it or look into trade school. Another avenue is freelancing but typically you need some skills in whatever freelancing field you pursue.
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in your specbio au, are collectors biological organisms? To me it makes more sense for them to be eldritch gods considering their reality-warping powers. Does your au explain how they got so powerful?
ohhhh man im so glad you asked. yes they absolutely are. originally i was going with the 'born from cosmic events' but tbib is about being as realistic as possible (which is surprisingly difficult in a fantasy series who wouldve thought). and that WOULD work but for sai direct bloodlines and family trees are like. necessary (its all about royalty and religious politics and courts and shit). and even if by some 0.00000001% chance that the right particles align in space and life forms, it would not be able to sustain itself or continue to evolve, and it probably wouldnt be so complex. so they follow a similar evolutionary path as the one on earth, appearing very human thanks to convergent evolution. also, i couldve gone with them being eldritch beings where collie's human form was an illusion or some shit, but again i kind of need. physical human forms for SAI to work.
now when it comes to their powers, that is surprisingly easy to explain. they are. reality bending. now if we get existential for a moment. we dont even properly know what reality is. as lowly humans we cannot reach the fourth dimension, see colours beyond what our eyes can perceive, and are missing out on a whole lot. theres a good vsauce video on this idea i think. but its surprisingly easy to just go 'yeah they fuck with reality' because of that. not saying they have a completely different set of physics though. just dark energy or something lmao
time to rant about collector history. in their earlier days, they discovered a unique type of plant that managed to convert normal energy into magical energy. through ingesting the fruits of this plant, and genetic modification, they were able to give themselves this same form of energy. it gives them their powers - shadow warping, telepathy, telekinesis, extending their life spans, and other things that break the laws of physics (or maybe they dont idk im not a physics major, if some nerd can explain that as realistically as possible i will love you forever). but eventually the royal family begins to gatekeep this plant so only they get access to it, destroying any other trees before they can be hidden away. so now only the royals and the archivists (aka the top students of their respective schools who are in charge of studying the universe and its organisms) have these magic powers.
oh and btw. the trees in question are in fact palistrom trees. they originate from Gaia (collector planet) and ended up with the titans because of events in SAI. palistrom trees are the only known organisms that are able to naturally produce magic.
now its quite rough and is subject to change, but thats the best way i could balance actual science and the existence of literal magic. in a way physics and math are their own forms of magic, so yeah
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Eek sorry if you’ve already answered this but curious about what you have the bay boys studying/dream jobs and all that in your modern fic?? 😇
ooohhhh I don't think I've talked about that yet?? which is seriously a crime, so - let's start ;) 💕
for Rhys, I was going for some kind of economics/business major situation. since, ya know, he's basically shaping up to take over his father's business some day, he's a smooth talker and all and has the social skills, but I mean he's also gotta have the theoretical knowledge?
for Azriel, I was thinking psychology?? which might be a lil on the nose, but it's also just - kinda fitting. bc of his canon occupation (*cough*) and just his general personality; I don't think that needs further explaining. I'm not quite sure what he would do with it, if he rlly has a plan yet, but - who has, right?
and for Cass, I honestly struggled?? but then I thought that maybe - he'd study to become a teacher? I don't know why?? maybe bc he's easy going while still responsible, he cares, and well, in canon, he does train the valkyries and - idk my head just went there and I feel for modern!Cass, it fits, so - 😂
as for Mor and Feyre: Feyre is studying art which I think I kinda hinted at and which is sort of a no brainer; might not be very creative on my part but why mess with something that fits - and Mor honestly just seems like a girl boss who would do anything of the sorta of political science maybe or law (which is kinda my favorite option) and would be rocking it. 😌💞
so yeah, those were my ideas? lmk what you think!! and if you maybe have other ideas that you think would fit!! 🙈💓
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Hello bestie so the thing is I’m in college rn and due to certain circumstances I may need to switch my major to econ, problem is I’ve never taken an econ course before and ur the only person I know who is in that major. P much my question is what is econ 😭 like I get there are math courses and stuff that go along with it but the econ courses themselves?? Are they also math?? U don’t have to answer this cuz I could technically ask my advisor but I feel like they’d give me a cookie cutter answer
oh my god hi bestie!!! that sucks so badly but try not to stress too much, a lot of people who do econ have a very bare minimum understanding of it before they start and institutions have to account for the fact they're teaching people who have and haven't done it before, so the first term at least over here is more refresher shit of basic concepts. as for the general course it depends what kind of course you're doing. idk how that works where you're from but for me my STUPID ASS chose a bachelor of science, not arts, which means my econ is very maths, calculus and diagram heavy. it is effectively a glorified maths degree. for the more arts type of courses, you will focus on theory and this is actually really interesting! the actual theory of econ is something i genuinely enjoy learning and i kid you not it gives you KILLER understanding of the world and certain arguments that come up all the fucking time (migration, homelessness, education etc). it's like taking very current political topics and looking at them as they are statistically not politically. you are basically looking at how the world works from a macro and micro angle and then seeing the economic repurcussions. unfortunately like i said this lends itself to a lot of maths, but depending on your course, there might be a lot of theory as well.
#this is the best i can give you from the info you've given but i hope that at least gives you a basic understanding!#it's actually not all that bad it's just bc im so wildly a writer brain not a maths brain that i struggle so much#and the added thing that like i said i picked a BSc not a BA so it was always gonna be awful#hope this helps! good luck :)#ask#hella goes to uni
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Weird thought! The Science Group: Brainstorm and Perceptor taking over a college.
Brainstorm is thrilled to see this and Petceptor approves of the labs so they've invaded like an old abandonned science building that's meant to be torn down but instead they take and upgrade it. And the students return after the summer to find they have been invaded by aliens.
The college just adopts them as mascots and the Science Majors, as all college students get superstitious, leave tributes outside the robot lab for luck. They decorate with them.
Brainstorm is very excited to see loud science projects and constantly checking out the engineering and chemistry lab. Maybe its one of those course programs where their graduation test is to make some ridiculous racing drone or make a egg parachute or car. Just Brainstorm happily enjoying the freshman experiments
Perceptor is a lot more polite and quiet about it, observing them and qaiting for them to finish before taking their stuff. He notices them signing things out so leaves a small mark for himself when he takes them because he can't read it.
Everyone knows not to touch the blue and red microscope.
Anon idk if you knew but I am a huge Simpatico shipper so receiving this ask made my whole day ���
I. LOVE. This.
Percy and Brainstorm being new university mascors. Brainstorm always peering through the windows during classes because he's curious about what they're doing. He wanders around campus at seemingly random times and always waves hello to the students. He also probably does it at 3 a.m. like the gremlin he is, and at those times he stops by the 24 hour coffee shop on campus to check on the poor STEM students who are studying for their midterms and crying
The students love these 2, and the first time someone snaps a picture of them kissing it ends up on the front page of the campus newspaper with the title ALIEN ROBOTS SAID GAY RIGHTS. The next day, their lab/hab is absolutely bombarded with gifts: stuffed animals, old science equipment, boxes of chocolate, potted plants, interesting coins, anything and everything. Brainstorm gleefully sorts through all the gifts and even if he doesn't know what half of it is he atill keeps it for "his collection"
Perceptor is more shy and reclusive when it comes to the humans. He doesn't like to wander around campus as much, tho occasionally he'll join Brianstorm for a 3 a.m. stroll when the insomnia hits and they both can't sleep
ALSO Percy being so polite about using the library or borrowing things 🥺 leaving a little mark behind so they know, that's so cute. He's such a doll
And yes, everyone knows not to touch the big blue and red microscope. It's easy to remember cuz, well... he's the only 6-8-10 foot tall microscope on campus XD he's a huge ass alien robot, there's no way he compacts down into one that people could use
The art students make sculpts of them all the time. The first time Brainstorm brought Percy a mini-him sculpture they both lost their minds over how cute it was (that was probably also the thing that made them realize how absolutely adorable it would be for them to have a baby that also turns into a microscope)
#cybertronians are an invasive species#brainstorm#perceptor#simpatico#i could go on for hours about these two#anon your ideas are so lovely i never would have considered putting them on a uni campus
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Finney is an engineering major. Robin is a film major. Billy is a business major. Bruce is a sports major bc he'd like to be a baseball coach. He and Finney are the only ones among the six to get scholarships, though Finney's is an academic one instead of from playing sports like Bruce. They still play together sometimes though. Also Bruce I feel like he's the most likely to get in a frat. Vance I don't think he'll be interested in more academics, instead he'd find either a trade school or a job. I have no idea what Griffin would take. Thoughts?
I agree with like a bit of this but I’ll give my thoughts :)
I do agree Finney would get into engineering *cough* nasa *cough* so thats good he would be thrilled about that
This is just part of my au I get if people don’t agree with me but I feel like Robin would major in psychology and like I have reasons for this, but long story short he becomes a therapist in the future.
I feel like Bruce would have but then things happened and he decided to major in political science so he could become a lawyer and I also have reasons for this.
I actually agree with Vance, I think he’d get a mechanical job like fixing cars or something like that. I feel like people always ask if he’s actually happy doing that and Vance doesn’t really mind.
Billy I feel like would be a journalism major, because I think he’d wanna work on writing/work on a newspaper. I know, I know, being a paperboy doesn’t mean he wants to work on a newspaper but I genuinely feel like he’d be interested in that. If not that, I feel like he’d major in animal sciences to become a veterinarian. :)
Griffin!! I talk about him all the time and highkey believe he would get a major in studio arts. I feel like he’d also earn a business degree so he could start an art studio at one point because I feel like he’d like to teach art but like, not work in a school.
I do agree Bruce and Finney would be the only two to get scholarships since they were least affected academic wise.
Bruce being in a frat is something I could see (but at the same time not) but in my AU he goes to college in NYC (wont spoil why) so idk if there are any there. It’s something I’ll look into though.
But yeah long story short, I agree with some of these headcanons but they ARE well thought out none the less :3 i think i get the vision on why you hc Robin would be a film major actually, because that stumped me at first LOL
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