#except you brody

[seeinganewlight]

2024 mens us gymnastics team you will always be so special to me

[fenfoxs]

every time i listen to taroko now i just think of brody and hooper😭😭

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Empty, Obedient, Golfers

Mornings were always the calmest time for the country club, and this one was especially quiet. If you didn't know any better, you'd think everything was just as it should be. As always, the club's most elite members were leisurely strolling through the course. No one noticed the men's strange behavior...or their eyes...

"Sunglasses off, men," Rico broke the silence, unveiling an unnaturally soulless stare, "I think we're far enough out."

The retired entrepreneur could barely hide his excitement as he watched his fellow club members pull off their shades. Each of their eyes were like his: white, blank, and empty. A little voice in the back of his head told him this was good; he was a good slave for bringing his friends under the control of his master. That voice was the only sound in Rico's mind, so he had no choice but to believe it wholeheartedly.

"The master told me he'll be joining us in an hour," Rico continued, letting the smile plastered across his face grow.

He could feel his cock stiffen up at the mere mention of his master. His friends were all the same. Their pants tented similarly, some even moaned at the thought of their enslaver, and one guy just fell to his knees instinctively. These, of course, weren't their instincts, but the only instincts that remained in the husks of these powerful men.

"Do you all remember the tasks our master gave each of you last week?" butterflies filled his stomach as he asked the question. Suddenly, a fire ignited inside him, "Brody! Jameson! Report, now!"

"Sure, Rico," Brody answered for the two of them.

"We've managed to finalize our divorces as fast as possible," a placid grin sat on Jameson's face as he said it.

"It wasn't easy. I had to threaten my wife to get her to leave me alone," Brody added numbly, "I will never speak to her again."

Brody believed every word he said. Ever since Rico had introduced him to his new master, his free will had ceased to exist. He lived to serve at his owner's whim, and when that owner ordered him to leave his wife and take everything in the divorce, he did exactly that. His feelings for Rebecca left with his free will, so he was happy to kick her out and take all her money. His love, attention, and wealth was directed towards his master now.

"We're engaged as well," Jameson reported.

Jameson's brain had been drained similarly to Brody's, except his divorce had been a lot messier. With two toddlers and a baby on the way, his sudden departure threw his loved ones into a frenzy. His friends despised him while his parents basically disowned him. Jameson's only thoughts through the whole ordeal were focused on his master's will. He vehemently insisted that his wife take sole custody of the children. His master didn't want a slave with babies, so he needed that woman to take them away forever.

"Happily, engaged," Brody added.

Both men reached around the other. With choreographed movements, their hands slid up and squeezed their new partner's ass. Both Brody and Jameson knew that they were to be "happy, himbo, hubbies" as the voice in their head put it. That phrase had been bouncing around their empty skulls constantly, ever since their master said it a week ago.

The old Brody and Jameson might have been straight family men, but they were just vessels for their master's entertainment now. If he wanted them to act all queer, then they were happy to do it!

"That's good you two. Keep it up," Rico remarked, "And remember to hold hands in public from now on. The master wants you two to be cat very gay from now on."

Jameson and Brody nodded, squeezing each other's hand as their master was mentioned.

"How about you, Derrick?" Rico continued.

"I've been a good boy for our master," the bulky CEO reported emphatically.

Derrick was right. By all means, he had been a very good boy for his owner. It started at the beginning of the week when he fired his house staff. With a mansion, that included a small army of people, but the little voice inside his head assured him that this was right.

"I signed my property over to our master," he announced proudly, "And I'm getting ready to give my entire future to him too."

"That's good Derrick!" Rico praised, "So you'll be stepping down soon?"

Derrick nodded gleefully. His master was going to replace him as the CEO of his multi-million-dollar company. He would gladly step down and let his master enjoy all the money and power he'd accrued over the years. Derrick's new place in life was a much humbler one. He'd be taking over the dirty work of his master's mansion, serving as groundskeeper, chef, janitor, and even butler. He'd spent his whole week practicing.

Derrick would return from a day of acting like his old self in the office. The minute he stepped inside the mansion, he stripped off that designer suit and pull on something more fitting for a servant. Then he'd go about cleaning and maintaining the estate. His master had yet to step foot inside the place, but he worked hard every night to make sure it was perfect whenever the master did stop by.

"You're not living in his house, right?"

"Of course not. I moved into the utility shack on the edge of the property. It has a hose and a cot. The master said that's all I need."

"He's right," Rico enforced, "And I imagine you'll be getting out of those fancy golf clothes as soon as you aren't in public."

"Yes!" Derrick nodded, "They're just for show. I've got an old jumpsuit in the car!"

Rico was filled with joy. His friends were obeying their master so well! Derrick used to be a prideful, no-nonsense executive, but that sure wasn't the case anymore!

"I'll report next," a new guy jumped in.

"Master charged me with cleaning his shoes this week," Tom continued, speaking seriously.

In reality, the master had almost forgotten to give instructions to Tom. Luckily, the politician's son caught his master before he and the other obedient hunks of meat were dismissed. Thinking on the fly, the master kicked off his dirty sneakers and told Tom to "suck them clean for a week."

Tom was relieved to finally have a task; a special way he could be of use to their master. He quickly picked up the first shoe and started licking. He spent his whole week that way, sitting in his bedroom, sucking every speck of dirt off those old tennis shoes.

"My tongue is really dry, now," he reported, "But they're clean!"

Tom held up the sneakers with pride. After a week of doing nothing else, he'd become rather familiar with the old shoes. He could still taste the lingering flavor of the old gum he'd spent hours working off the bottom of the shoe. The sneakers were a lot whiter than they used to be! Even still, he had the urge to drag his tongue across them a few more times. Maybe he could get them even whiter before their master showed up.

"Me next," came a grunting reply from another one of Rico's friends.

Sebastian raised a heavy arm and aired the swampy pit soaking through his shirt. With some lumbering steps, he brought his underarm to Rico's face, asking, "Do I smell?"

Rico recoiled but collected himself and took a long whiff of Sebastian's rank body odor, "Yes."

"Our master told me he wants me to smell like crap," Sebastian explained dumbly, "He told me not to bathe or change clothes."

"So you're wearing...?"

"...what I was wearing last week," Sebastian finished, "I haven't taken my clothes off for anything."

It was true. Sebastian left his clothes on for all seven days. As a tennis instructor, he didn't look too out of place wearing a golf polo and chinos, but a lot of people began to notice as the sweat began building up in them. After a few days, it was intolerable, and he was asked to go home and clean himself up. Of course, he didn't. The voice in his head told him to keep it all on and just sit in his funk until the master could appreciate it.

"Is he going to like it?" Sebastian whined, shoving his moist armpit even closer to Rico's face.

"Yes!" Rico managed, unable to escape before his friend covered his face in pit sweat.

Rico whipped his head around and stared at the rolling green hills of the golf course. He needed his master to be there soon. All of the golfers were becoming unbearably horny. They couldn't stop imaging their master, the guy that had once been their caddy, finally being in their presence again. Sure he was nineteen, skinny, and riddled with acne, but none of his slaves cared. They just wanted him to be there to boss them around and tell them what to think.

Like he had been manifested by the men themselves, their master came over the hill and into view. Dopamine flooded each of their minds, but Rico started to panic!

He'd been put in charge of both enslaving his friends and keeping them enslaved. Rico knew it was a big responsibility; at least, that's what the voice in his head told him. His internal monologue also reminded him that he would whack himself in the balls with a golf club for each man that failed to follow the master's instructions. He had only checked half of the master's slaves!

Rico hoped the others had been just as diligent as the first half. He wouldn't mind the physical pain. He wouldn't even mind seeing everyone laugh at his self-punishment, but he couldn't bear to disappoint master. He had to be useful to the master. It was the only thing any of them were good for anymore...

[seyvia]

gameplay/concept/banner by @jonquilyst

character drawings by me, @seyvia

Find all these amazing characters below! Cheer on your favorites as they take on @jonquilyst challenges in! TOTAL, DRAMA, SIMS!🎭

(LINK) to the first post incase you missed it!

note: I drew them based off of their intro posts as they were posted, so if your thinking "why is my little bean wearing that?" it's because that's how you showed them.🤷‍♀️These are purely my impressions of your sims in TD style, it's completely fine if you feel like your sim would look different. ...I do hope you like them tho♡~(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

ASHLEE SCHAEFER (she/her) by @shmoodlet - A rap artist who always wants to be the center of attention

BRODY SHERMAN (he/him) by @aniraklova - A football captain who loves to party and cause mischief

COFFEE BEAN (she/her) by @riverofjazzsims - A gloomy and introverted polyglot who was entered into the competition by her twin sister so she can have more typical teenager experiences

LIANA MORRIS (she/her) by @bloomingkyras - An introverted computer whiz who chose to compete in TDS so she wouldn't have to go to her grandparents' house

DREW PINTO (she/they) by @witheringscreations - A talented track athlete who wants to make friendships outside of those she trains with

ENZO ESPINOZA (he/him) by @seyvia - A handsome model who wants to prove to his brothers that he's the most exceptional sibling

FLO HARPER (she/her) by @akitasimblr - A nosy "rebel" (she only dresses the part) who secretly loves to bake

PAULINA CALLAWAY (she/her) by @cowplant-ate-my-sim - A cheerful girl who signed up for TDS so she could have a free vacation

HANS SOMME (he/him) by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants - A physically gifted, socially inept snob who doesn't think TDS will be that hard

NEAL WARD (he/him) by @nakasumi-sims - Son of famous actor Judith Ward. Judith signed him up for TDS2 so he could be occupied while she's filming overseas

TAKASHI ABBOTTSFORD (he/him) by @stargazer-sims - A friendly and talkative boy who thinks he'd be good at TDS due to growing up in a large chaotic family

TONI STROUD (she/her) by @simsinfinitylt - A creative and imaginative thespian who is determined to make a name for herself

TRISTAN BACHMAN (he/him) by @micrathene-w - A snarky academic genius who accidentally arrived at TDS when he was meant to go to his academic decathlon meet

WILLABELLE LOWES (she/her) by @invisiblequeen - An overachiever who is confident she'll win TDS

🎵 I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS! 🎵☆*: .o(≧▽≦)o｡.:*☆

[parkvcrs]

Dating Marlon Would Include…

NOTES: if you’re here just to hate on marlon, then just leave. 💀 this clearly wasn’t made for you. anyway, for those who actually like marlon, I hope you all enjoy!

• Marlon is the type of guy to be painstakingly obvious about his feelings — always wanting to be on rotation with you for keeping watch, stammering like there’s no tomorrow, always being close to you so he can keep an eye on you, laughing awkwardly and/or always fidgeting, you get the picture.

- It wasn’t until one night after dinner when Marlon pulled you off to the side to ask you the special question, “Y/n… can we…” he couldn’t finish his sentence because of how nervous he was. You knew what he was trying to ask but you still wanted to hear him say it, so you just looked at him, smiling as Marlon finally mustered up the courage to finish, “Can we be… y’know… boyfriend and girlfriend?”

- You said yes. I mean, why wouldn’t you? He’s fair and good-hearted. Marlon has his faults, sure, but who doesn’t? You accept him.

• You’re his first love

• How does Marlon show affection? A lot of ways! There are times when he won’t be upfront about it. Those times that he argued with you because you were being careless around walkers and almost got bit? It’s because Marlon cares for you and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt…

• I’m convinced his love language is quality time and/or acts of service

• Because you’re bound to be around Marlon a lot, there is a high chance that you’ll end up being Rosie’s favorite person!

- (Except for Marlon, of course. No one tops him. Or at least in Rosie’s world).

• Marlon’s kisses are gentle and sweet

• I want to say that out of all the Ericson’s boys, Marlon is second when it comes to how lenient he is with PDA, being bested by Louis. It’s not like he has much competition though.

- He’s perfectly fine with kisses on the cheek, hand-holding, things like that. I would say he encourages it, but that’s more Louis’ forte. Marlon is more likely to get shy.

• You no longer have to sleep in your dorm. Instead, you moved yourself to be in Marlon’s room— which is in the old headmaster’s office— which he was elated about.

• He would love Walkman. You find him one on a run and he will marry you on the spot, no joke. I feel like Marlon would be into Metal the most (figures) but Alternative is a nice second.

• Does he get jealous of anybody? Yes… as much as he hates to admit it, there are times Marlon finds himself jealous of Mitch, Omar, and even Louis because he’s scared that he’ll never be good enough for you and that you’re better with someone else, though he wants you to be with him. The same can be said with you getting worked up over Brody but you and Marlon try to communicate about these things as much as possible, so they’re not a problem.

• What helps him calm down? You pull him into a hug, rubbing circles on his back, or running a hand through his hair. <33

• As for your first date, I think Marlon would try his best to be original. Because he wants things to be a bit more private, he’d take you to the shack where the group usually fishes, temporarily making Brody in charge and telling her only to bother you if it’s an emergency. From there, Marlon tried to organize a dinner. Emphasis on try (Omar helped him).

• You both ended up cuddling afterward. Marlon slowly wrapped an arm around you but when it’s time for you to leave— as someone needs you back at the school— Marlon held you for a second longer to kiss you.

[jonquilyst]

Day 0 - Introduction

🎵 Dear Mom and Dad, I’m doin’ fine. You guys are on my mind… 🎵

Welcome to the premiere of THE 2ND SEASON of Total Drama Sims: the hottest, freshest reality TV show on simblr. I'm your host jonquilyst, though if you tuned in to the show last season, you'll already know who I am!

14 more teenagers have gathered to put their wits, guts, and strength to the test to seek out the ✨ grand prize. ✨ Like last season, they will compete in crazy challenges, deal with less-than-perfect living arrangements, and face the judgement of each other!

🎵 You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see… 🎵

🎵 I wanna live close to the sun. Pack your bags 'cause I’ve already won… 🎵

Allow me to give you the grand tour of the no-longer-abandoned film lot we claimed for this season! Instead of cabins, contestants will be staying in these cramped trailers, just like actors on set! There's one for each team with 7 beds each and complimentary bathrooms.

Our mess hall is a bit less rustic than the one we had at the summer camp, but it's got that same ol' charm with 2 dining tables and a small living area for everyone's convenience!

Now, on to the fun part: replacing the shoddy outhouse, our contestants' destination for providing their juicy confessionals will be a makeup trailer right behind the trailers! Get used to it: it'll appear every single day with a different contestant providing their thoughts.

And finally, the auditorium! This will be the site of our ever-so-exciting elimination ceremonies. In front of it is the walk-of-shame, where losers will say goodbye to Total Drama Sims to catch the lame-o-sine at the very end!

🎵 Everything to prove nothing’s in my way. I’ll get there one day! 🎵

Now, allow me to formally introduce you to our 14 new contestants!

(from left to right; top to bottom)

(also fun fact: the poses are all different this time, so everyone's portrait is truly unique to them!)

ASHLEE SCHAEFER (she/her) by @shmoodlet - A rap artist who always wants to be the center of attention

BRODY SHERMAN (he/him) by @aniraklova - A football captain who loves to party and cause mischief

COFFEE BEAN (she/her) by @riverofjazzsims - A gloomy and introverted polyglot who was entered into the competition by her twin sister so she can have more typical teenager experiences

DREW PINTO (she/they) by @witheringscreations - A talented track athlete who wants to make friendships outside of those she trains with

ENZO ESPINOZA (he/him) by @seyvia - A handsome model who wants to prove to his brothers that he's the most exceptional sibling

FLO HARPER (she/her) by @akitasimblr - A nosy "rebel" (she only dresses the part) who secretly loves to bake

HANS SOMME (he/him) by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants - A physically gifted, socially inept snob who doesn't think TDS will be that hard

LIANA MORRIS (she/her) by @bloomingkyras - An introverted computer whiz who chose to compete in TDS so she wouldn't have to go to her grandparents' house

NEAL WARD (he/him) by @nakasumi-sims - Son of famous actor Judith Ward. Judith signed him up for TDS2 so he could be occupied while she's filming overseas

PAULINA CALLAWAY (she/her) by @cowplant-ate-my-sim - A cheerful girl who signed up for TDS so she could have a free vacation

TAKASHI ABBOTTSFORD (he/him) by @stargazer-sims - A friendly and talkative boy who thinks he'd be good at TDS due to growing up in a large chaotic family

TONI STROUD (she/her) by @simsinfinitylt - A creative and imaginative thespian who is determined to make a name for herself

TRISTAN BACHMAN (he/him) by @micrathene-w - A snarky academic genius who accidentally arrived at TDS when he was meant to go to his academic decathlon meet

WILLABELLE LOWES (she/her) by @invisiblequeen - An overachiever who is confident she'll win TDS

🎵 I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS! 🎵

Wait... What About Teams?

Yea... about that: teams will be sorted a little differently this season! Instead of randomized teams right away, they are being formed after the first socialization day, when everyone has time to form relationships! Shortly before the first challenge, two people will be selected at random to be the "captains" of the teams. From there, they will select their teammates schoolyard-style (alternating between boys and girls) based on their relationships with the other contestants!

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Hi, I'm new on your blog and I don't really know if you still take requests for your one-shots, but I'd love to see Arthur get all sweet and maybe fall in love with a girl who owns a dog. We all know he loves dogs and maybe that's how they meet? He sees the dog and goes to pet it and them meets the girl and the rest is history...

I love your writing tho, spent hours reading your stuff and I'm so in love with the way you portray Arthur🧡

HEY THERE!

Thank you so much for the compliment and I apologize for the super late response, I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you!

This is a cute idea and I pieced this together little by little over the past few months when I had the time/energy to do so.

It was a gorgeous day. The bright sun beamed through the azure sky, bathing the land below in its warm rays. 

The local park was teeming with people enjoying the day just as much as Arthur was. He sat content on a bench while the world continued. Picnics in the field across the way, children playing and laughing in the nearby playground. Young couples walking with one another, and of course the occasional jogger. 

He leaned back, taking a deep, relaxing breath. A faint floral scent drifted across in a breeze that carried through a flower bed next to him. His eyes slid shut, not opposed to taking a nap at the moment. It's not like he had anything better to do on a Saturday anyway. No work, no chores, no worries. 

He'd drifted off for a moment when a cold, wet nose nudged his hand and his eyes snapped open, his gaze flicking to a rather happy looking Yellow Lab. The dog was pushing against his palm, looking to be pet. 

Arthur chuckled and smiled, raising his hand to oblige. The dog excitedly shoved its head beneath Arthur’s outstretched hand, immediately leaning into the complimentary ear rub. 

“Hey there...” Arthur glanced underneath for a split second. “Boy.” 

The dog backed up and dipped his head down to retrieve a well-worn tennis ball and placed it in Arthur’s lap, looking up expectantly. Arthur laughed a little. “Wanna play fetch, huh?” 

He picked up the ball, the dog’s eyes focusing on his hand. He stood up, waited, and threw it directly in front of him. The dog took off immediately, bounding after the ball with breakneck speed. He caught it just a moment later, and galloped right back to Arthur, dropping the ball at his feet. 

Arthur chuckled and just now noticed the leather collar adorning his new canine friend’s neck. “Your owner know you're over here?” 

“Brody!” 

As if on cue, the dog’s head turned toward the feminine voice calling from a few yards away. Arthur followed his gaze to see a pretty woman with a leash in hand. 

Her eyes met his, and she gave him an apologetic look. “I'm sorry, is he bothering you?” 

“Not at all,” Arthur chuckled again, glancing down at the pup whose name was apparently Brody. “He's a good boy.” 

The woman jogged to close the gap between them, her eyes flicking to the dog, then back to him. “We’re working on our recall,” she explained. “Except he thinks the first person he sees must be his friend.” 

“I'm glad I can make a friend,” Arthur said with a small smile, rubbing Brody’s head. “Really, it ain't a bother.” 

There was a smile on her lips. She bent down and clipped the leash to the collar. “Well, thank you for being his friend at the moment.” 

Arthur’s smile matched hers. “Any time.” 

As the woman and Brody headed off, Arthur watched while the smile remained on his lips. He loved dogs and missed having one, but hadn't had the heart to seek another after his faithful companion, a hound named Copper, passed away a few years ago. A twinge of sweet, sad nostalgia tugged at his heart. A sigh passed his lips and he sat back down, momentarily lost in the memory of Copper before enjoying the rest of the day. 

--- 

“Sit,” 

Brody’s ears pricked at the command, his hind end planting into the grass with his eyes focused on you. 

The hand that held his tennis ball lifted, and his brown eyes immediately focused onto it, his body vibrating with the beginning of his tail wag. 

“Wait,” you say, lifting a finger with your free hand. Then, you toss the ball. Brody watches and his muscles tense as if ready to chase it. 

“Wait,” you repeat, drawing out the word. He does so, tightened like a bowstring ready to snap. 

Another second passes. “Go get it!” You command. 

You waited for a few seconds, watching for a streak of blonde to pop out from the dense green. 

Nothing. 

“Brody!” You called out. His recall had gotten better over these past few weeks. “Brody, come!” 

Still nothing. 

You sighed in annoyance and jogged toward the thicket, navigating through a small path between two large bushes. You emerged on the other side to a wider path covered by the maples and oaks that lined it, giving immediate shade from the bright sun. 

You glanced left and right, seeing no sign of the meathead of your dog. “Brody!” You called again, adding a sharp whistle to your command. 

As if on cue, up ahead you heard a bark. Your attention snapped forward to a small clearing not too noticeable between the trees. Crossing the path, you barreled into the clearing to see your dog happily harassing someone who sat at the base of one of the trees. 

“Sorry!” You call automatically, surging forward to grab onto Brody’s collar before the Lab could tackle the poor guy to death. 

“S’alright!” A voice chuckles, and you pause, realizing it sounded vaguely familiar. 

Heaving Brody back, you took a better look at the man and realized it was the same one your dog pulled into an impromptu game of fetch a few weeks ago. You smiled in recognition, and then noticed a sketchbook laying haphazardly on the ground. 

“Oh no!” you exclaim, immediately hooking Brody to his leash. “Did he ruin anything?” you gestured pointedly to the book, your eyes skimming for any damage. There didn’t seem to be anything noticeable. 

The man glanced at his sketchbook and gingerly picked it up, brushing off blades of grass from the paper. “Don’t look like it,” he said observantly. Your gaze fell to the page, which you now realized had a drawing on it. 

You automatically leaned forward, taking in the detail. It was a sketch of the park, a view of the field you were just in through the trees here. It only took up half the page and you wondered if there was more to be added, and then you noticed a dirty paw print right underneath. 

A groan passed your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry about that,” you gestured exasperated to the print. 

He only smiled. “S’okay, it’s his contribution.” 

The joke and his easygoing demeanor eased some of your frustration, and you smiled a little. “Then...you might as well draw a dog bursting from the bushes,” you giggled. 

He laughed, reaching to give a hearty pet on Brody’s head. “He don’t mean it, do ya?” 

Brody’s body wiggled in excitement, and almost jumped onto him if you hadn’t held the silly dog back. “Seriously though, I’m sorry for this. I’m glad he didn’t ruin your sketchbook.” 

“It’s only a book, I can always get another if that were the case,” he replied, tucking the sketchbook under his arm. “N’ I’m always happy to see my friend.” 

It took you a moment to remember that’s what he referred to Brody as the very first time they met. “And he was very happy to see you too...” you trailed off, realizing you didn’t even know the guy’s name. 

As if he read your mind, he responded with, “Arthur.” 

Arthur. You smiled wider and introduced yourself to him. “And of course you already know Brody.” 

Arthur tilted his head in greeting. “He reminds me of my old dog, Copper.” 

“Really?” You say with interest. “Was he a crazy Lab too?” 

Arthur chuckled again and shook his head. “Nah, Hound dog actually. But he had the same personality, jus’ wanted to love on everyone.” 

“That’s the best kind of dog,” you reply, watching as his smile shifted. It was a slight change, but you could tell it was a look of remembrance. 

You also noticed other things too. A tinge of green in his eyes almost completely eclipsed by a light blue hue. His hair, a light brown almost shone blond in the patch of sunlight streaming through the trees. It looked soft. His cheeks had a few days’ worth of stubble, but that didn’t cover the hard cut of his jaw. He wore a blue flannel that hung open over a black shirt, the sleeves rolled almost to his elbows. He completed the look with a pair of blue Wrangler jeans and what looked like black cowboy boots. 

He was...pretty good looking, if you had to say yourself. 

“He was,” Arthur agreed, catching your eye. There was another shift in his expression. This time, it was a look you recognize. He too was viewing you in the same manner you were viewing him just now, studying the minor details. His eyes slid from your face and quickly flicked down your body, back up. It was such a quick glance that you had to appreciate him not lingering below your neck. 

A silence fell between the two of you. It wasn't awkward nor uncomfortable, but you were unsure how to even continue the conversation. 

“I should get back to our game,” you say, glancing down at Brody. 

Arthur nodded, and in his other hand, he held out Brody’s ball. You blinked in surprise, not realizing he held onto it the entire time. You reached for it, your fingers gently brushing his for a split second. 

Brody watched the exchange with intensity, waiting for it to be tossed again despite being currently on his leash. Arthur pat his head again, another smile forming on his face. “Maybe next time I oughta show up with a ball of my own, huh feller?” 

“I'm sure he’d love that,” you said with a grin. 

“Then I'll see ya next time,” he replied, giving you a two-fingered salute. You weren't sure why, but that little gesture made your heart flutter. 

“Next time,” you agreed, wondering exactly when ‘next time’ was. 

--- 

The following days your walks in the park led with the small hope you’d run into Arthur again. Though you didn't see him, you weren't going out of your way to actively search. Still, the tiny seed of disappointment that appeared at the end of each walk didn't deter you.  

Truth was, you wanted to get to know him a little more. He was probably one of the friendliest strangers you've ever met, and it was a bonus that he loved dogs. You thought back to the last encounter, and the sketch of the park he was working on. You wouldn't have pegged him as an artist from his demeanor and style. Hell, he seemed more like a casual cowboy. But you knew better than to judge a book by its cover. 

You continued walking along the path, only partly paying attention as Brody happily strode alongside you, his ball in his mouth knowing that his daily game of fetch would be soon. Your eyes lazily scanned the landscape, not really focusing on anything as more thoughts churned in your mind. You knew you had some chores to do after this, including tending to the lawn that started to grow too tall. Some dark clouds in the distance however might delay that, unless you were quick with-- 

The sudden feel of the leash going taut surprised you, and you barely had enough time to regain your balance before Brody made you face plant into the path. Steadying yourself, your other hand grabbed the leash and held tight. 

“Brody!” You snapped, watching as he tried to win the tug of war battle, tail going a million miles. Glancing ahead, you saw what got him excited. 

Who got him excited. 

Your shock was just enough for your strength to falter, and Brody ripped free, charging toward Arthur in pure excitement. Brody jumped up on the man, as Arthur expertly managed to keep whatever he was holding out of your damned dog’s reach. Arthur’s face was full of delight, laughing as Brody continued the happy assault. his paw managed to catch Arthur in the crook of his arm, making the man spill what looked like iced coffee all over the ground. 

You lunged for his leash, yanking him back with all your might. “God damnit, Brody!” You growled. “Enough!” 

All that time spent training for what, your dog to get overly excited over this man? You stared at the ruined coffee in dismay, and then looked up at Arthur, expecting to see irritation all over his face. Instead, it was just amusement. 

“I'm so sorry,” you gasped, heart pounding from the sudden exertion. “I can get you another drink!” 

Arthur glanced down at the coffee, then back to you. There still was no annoyance or exasperation on his face like you expected. “No use cryin’ over a three dollar coffee,” he said with a small shrug. 

“Still,” you said, finally managing to get Brody to calm down at your side. “it's my fault my idiot of a dog made you drop it.” 

Arthur gave a small chuckle. With a slight shake of his head, he replied, “He's jus’ excited.” 

“He knows better,” you insisted. “And please, let me buy you a new coffee. Three dollars or not, I know what it's like to go without your daily caffeine.” 

The smile on his face widened slightly. “If you’re insistin’,” he said thoughtfully. “Then I'll buy you one as well.” 

This caught you off guard. “Uh, that's not necessary, Arthur. I'm—” 

He waved away your refusal. “S’only fair. Besides, seems like you need the energy to keep up with this one.” 

Only fair for what? You had to wonder. The question played on the edge of your tongue, but the way Arthur gazed at you expectantly...it drew you up short. His handsome features weren't lost to you, and you remembered that time beneath the trees, caught up in examining the finer details. The way he did the same... 

Realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. “Are you...asking me out?” You asked suddenly. 

Arthur’s smile turned sheepish, his demeanor slightly folding in a picture of shyness that reminded you of a middle schooler. “Hopin’ you'd say yes,” he said in a roundabout way of answering your question. 

Heat flushed in your cheeks as your thoughts spiraled. This was completely shocking and unexpected, but not at all unpleasant. Hadn't you offhandedly wished you could run into him again? 

“Uh...yes,” you finally breathed out. “I'll go for a coffee with you.” 

Arthur was beaming. 

Youd just managed to get home to drop Brody off before the telltale roll of thunder boomed through the iron clouds. A gust of wind followed, pulling along the scent of rain. The coffee shop Arthur told you to go to was thankfully a few blocks away, which meant a short trip in your car. 

Parking just a half block away, fat raindrops began their descent just as you hustled toward the shop. You made it through the door just before the torrential downpour began, and you sighed in relief before facing the interior of the shop. It was cozy, with a color scheme of warm oranges and browns that somewhat reminded you of the desert. The counter with two baristas were along the back wall. A few small tables scattered around the open floor. It wasn't really busy, the shop sporting what seemed to be just four other people. It was early afternoon on a weekday, so the small crowd made sense. The storm outside muted the interior noises, setting an even cozier ambience. 

You heard your name called, and you glanced over to the corner to see Arthur waiting for you. Smiling at him, you approached and stopped just a few feet before him. “Hey again.” 

He greeted you with a smile of his own and a tilt of his head. “Looks like you didn't get caught in the storm,” he observed. 

“Almost,” you said with a shrug. “Guess that ruins any chance of sitting outside.” 

“S’alright, I don't mind sittin’ inside,” he said, moving up to the counter to which you followed suit. 

The both of you placed your orders, and Arthur whipped out his wallet and paid for yours before you even had a chance to unzip your purse. Despite your efforts to decline, he insisted and paid for your drink and a snack. After retrieving the cold drinks, he led you to a small table pushed up against one of the windows.  

At first it was quiet. It’d been a while since you’d been on a date, and you idly toyed with the straw of your drink to better mix the concoction settled at the bottom before taking a sip. It was good. 

Glancing up, you saw Arthur was doing the same, his eyes cast down at the drink before him. There was a sheepish, almost shy look on his face, reminding you of earlier when first asking you out. It seemed without the intervention of Brody, Arthur was a man of few words. 

He looked up then, meeting your gaze at an instant. “How’s your drink?” he asked. 

“It’s good,” you responded, wondering how else to combat the awkwardness slowly rising. “Yours?” 

“No different than the one before,” he said with a small smile. 

Earlier shame from Brody’s misbehavior flooded your cheeks. “I’m so sorry. Brody’s usually so much better than that. I don’t know what about you makes him go crazy.”��

“Must be my winnin’ personality,” he joked, picking up the blueberry muffin he’d purchased and took a bite out of it. 

That made you smile a little. “I suppose it is,” you thought back to your previous encounters. “Did you finish that sketch from before?” 

Arthur paused for a moment, no doubt trying to remember. Finally, he nodded. “Wanna see?” 

You blinked in surprise, wondering if you’d somehow missed the large sketchpad. Before you could glance around for the obviously missing item, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. It took a moment before he turned the screen to you, producing a photo of the familiar sketch. The scene of the park seemed to appear more detailed than before, along with an addition that surprised you. 

The pawprint Brody had so kindly bestowed on the paper had been faint but noticeable before, but now it seemed more prominent. Your brow furrowed, wondering if his paw had been dirtier than you remembered that day. Upon closer inspection, though, you saw that wasn’t the case. 

Careful strokes and shading showed that Arthur enhanced the pawprint, blending it effortlessly into the rest of the sketch, appearing as if it were intentional. 

You once again blinked in surprise. “You...outlined the pawprint,” you said rather dumbly. 

“Thought it’d be neat,” he responded nonchalantly. 

Somehow...that warmed your heart. It perhaps was an insignificant little thing. Arthur could have just ignored it entirely or drawn over it, or hell, even scrap the entire drawing afterward. But he didn’t. He incorporated your dog’s “contribution” into his art without a second thought. 

Your heart stammered a moment, and once again you found yourself at a loss for words. 

“I also...” Arthur reached with his free hand to scroll, showing another image. “Drew him.” 

Your eyes focused on the new drawing, your breath catching in your throat. He seemed to capture Brody in a moment of play, the glee on the dog’s face apparent as he chased a tennis ball through the bushes. 

“That...” you swallowed the well of emotion that rose. Why did that affect you in such a way? “That’s amazing, Arthur. You’re really talented.” 

“Thanks,” he said, pulling his phone back. “A dog like him really leaves an impression on ya.” 

A small giggle bubbled from your mouth. “In more ways than one, apparently. I’m glad you like him, even when he’s being a pain in the ass.” 

The chuckle he gave matched yours. “He’s a good friend, n’ I hope I can see more of the both of ya in the future.” 

Heat swarmed your cheeks and your gaze dropped to your drink, your heart humming beneath your ribcage. The smile on your lips was shy. “As long as I get to see more of your art,” you replied, peering back up at him. 

He dipped his head in a nod. “I think that can be arranged.” 

[bumblesimagines]

i've been in love with you since the day we met. there. i said it. happy now?

Ginny Miller

i've been in love with you since the day we met. there. i said it. happy now?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Ginny hated the crushing weight of realizing her crush would never like her back. It was a feeling she'd grown accustomed to since the moment her little mind had been able to process things like attraction. She couldn't help her feelings, always getting a crush on some guy just because he smiled, was kind, or just showed her the smallest bit of attention. It was frustrating, and embarrassing, watching them choose girls who looked like her polar opposite: tall, blonde, skinny, married parents, stable household, suburban white picket fence lifestyle. The pretty popular girls who looked perfect at every given moment. They didn't have to worry about struggling to control their hair or having to deal with their mom disrupting their life by moving from place to place or not getting to see their dad as often as they wanted. 

For a split, brief moment, she thought Wellsbury would be different. Sure, the residents were painfully white and looked too upbeat to be real people, but she'd found a group of friends that made her feel at home and had managed to land her first boyfriend. Sweet, considerate, attentive Hunter Chen. The perfect guy. He came from a good family, shared mutual friends, and was everything anyone could ever need or want in a boyfriend.

Except... Hunter wasn't the guy who'd first caught her eye when she arrived at Wellsbury High School and made her stomach turn to mush.

That spot had been taken up by (Y/N) Sanchez, the longtime friend of the Baker twins and brother to Sophie, the so-called 'hottest girl in school'. Ginny had the pleasure of meeting him at lunch when he'd gone back and forth in playful banter with Max and made Ginny feel more than welcome at their table. Hunter had been there too and while she blushed when he brushed off Max's semi-insensitive rambling, the spark just hadn't been the same.

She thought she'd get over it when Hunter asked her out but with her nearly always over at Max's place and (Y/N) and Marcus practically joined at the hip, her crush only worsened. And it absolutely didn't help that (Y/N) enjoyed being affectionate with his friends. An arm over Jordan's shoulders, piggyback rides with Abby, letting Max use his lap as a seat, playful drunk flirting with Brodie and Marcus. It'd taken a couple weeks before it started with Ginny. Hugs from behind, casual arm around her shoulder, the playfights and wrestling over snatched phones or beer bottles.

And then, it happened. 

M.A.N.G had gathered together at Max's place for a get-together with just the girls to gossip, chit-chat, and relax without the rowdy boys interfering with their stupid jokes or teasing. Ginny had settled down comfortably on Max's bed with a laptop resting over her outstretched legs as she searched for a movie they could watch. Nora and Abby arrived looking extremely pleased and an excited Nora couldn't help but spill out the news. 

(Y/N) had officially asked Abby out after years of flirting. 

Ginny had been crushed, to say the least, and barely paid any attention to the movies chosen while she thought back on each interaction he and Abby shared throughout her time knowing them. She'd never seen their closeness as something with flirtatious undertones but she supposed (Y/N) always teased Abby more than the others. 

From then on, her mood had considerably soured and it was beginning to be noticeable. She couldn't help it. Jealousy bubbled up in her chest and spread throughout her body whenever she saw the two together. She became snappier and standoffish, especially whenever the relationship was brought up and cooed over. Even Hunter had begun lightly questioning her, asking if everything was alright at home with Georgia and Austin. 

Ginny groaned softly under her breath and slammed the locker closed. She almost flinched at the person whose face had been hidden by it but her surprise was quickly washed away by a fluttery feeling in her stomach. (Y/N) flashed his pearly whites at her and arched a brow as he glanced between her and the locker. 

"What'd the locker do to you?"

"Nothing," She answered, slipping her backpack strap over her shoulder and shrugging. "Just... woke up on the wrong side of the bed." 

"Think you need to put your bed against the wall then, Gin and tonic. You've been bitchy all week and it's making Hunter think he pissed you off." (Y/N) pushed himself off the lockers and slipped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her close to his side as they headed down the hall. Ginny tried not to think about how perfectly she fit against him, like the last piece in a puzzle slotting right in. "What's going on, my little cocktail? Did Hunter try giving you a private tap dance class?"

Ginny giggled and lifted her hand to stifle it, the uneasiness that'd settled in her muscles slipping away. "No, he didn't. It's not him. I just..." She trailed off, the nerves flooding her system making her feel as if her guts were being twisted violently. She cleared her throat. "It's nothing, I swear. Having a bad day is all."

"You're a shit liar, Gin." 

"I'm not lying-"

"Yeah, you are. You can tell me what's going on, you know. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, I promise." He assured her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. Ginny dug her teeth into the inside of her cheek and shook her head, brushing his arm off her shoulder and quickening her pace.

Before she could round the corner and try making a subtle break for it, a hand clamped around her forearm and dragged her into an empty classroom. (Y/N) planted himself in the doorway and crossed his arms, staring at her expectantly. Ginny pursed her lips and took a deep breath through her nose. Now or never.

"I've been in love with you since the day we met. I like Hunter but only as a good friend and- and I don't think you and Abby should date. She's a great friend but she can be mean and aloof and- and I hardly see you dating someone like her. I thought I could break up with Hunter and confess to you but then you got with Abby and I just- I... I can't handle it. I can't handle seeing you with her. I'm sorry, I can't..." She blurted out. "There. I said it. Happy now?"

[j-ustkeepgliding]

that ‘goal scoring surgery who do you think gave you the goal scoring’ meme except it’s auston giving it to fucking tj brodie

[vivwritesfics]

WE NEEED A PT 2 OF THE DOGSITTER FIC

No but i hear you i love this man a little too much yk?

Part One

He was supposed to be home hours ago. Not that she was holding him to a time. He'd said he'd be home around midday and here she was, six hours later, still with Bodie.

"He'll be home soon, bud," she whispered as she scratched behind his ears. Brodie seemed perfectly content, though. She knew what his reaction would be once his dad walked through the door, had seen it every time she dog sat.

Bodie was perfectly content to lay there, his head on her lap. She sat on his couch and watched mindless television, trying to keep her mind occupied until Lewis came walking through that door.

She didn't meant to fall asleep, didn't realise she'd done it. But she was just so damn cosy on his couch, with Bodie's head on her lap. There was just something about this living room that had her so content and made it so easy to fall asleep.

She didn't know that Lewis's flight had been delayed and he was stuck... wherever he was filming. He tried to call her, but he had no service. When he did get service, his phone died on him. It was typical, wasn't it? The one time he needed to use his phone and he couldn't.

That was why he walked through his front door at a little before midnight. There were no lights on as he walked in, no indication that she was even still in the house. No indication except the fact that Bodie didn't come running towards him.

Dropping his bags by the front door, Lewis started through the house, searching for his beloved pet.

And then he found Bodie. When he walked through the door into the living room, Bodie woke up. He raised his head, tail thumping against her leg as he wriggled out of his hold. Lewis's eyes went wide as he took in the scene in front of him.

"Hey buddy," he whispered as Bodie jumped up at him. "I missed you too, I missed you too," he said, trying to do everything he could to keep his dog quiet.

But then Bodie let out a single bark.

Immediately, her eyes flew open. She sat up quickly, searching for the dog. "Bodie-"

But then she saw him. Lewis, kneeling on the floor with his hands on Bodie. "Shit, sorry," he said as he stood up straight. "I would have called to say I was getting in late and you could take the spare bed, but my phone died."

He said in way of excuse.

"It's okay," she said as she stood up. "I'm just glad you made it out okay." She grabbed her bag from beside the couch. "I'm gonna head out, leave you to it."

But it was a little past midnight and Lewis couldn't, in good conscience, let her head home. "I slept on my flight," he said quickly, Bodie at his heels as he walked towards her. "I'd appreciate the company if you wanna stay. Take the spare bed, if you want."

She looked at the door, and then looked at him. And then, she put her bags down by the door. "I'd like that," she said and followed him back to the couch.

[superblysubpar]

My dear. I had a dream where I was at a bar with friends and a very nondescript male friend was getting majorly territorial but trying to be nonchalant about it when someone was chatting me up super casually and my friends were all like 👀 uhhh!!! Helloooo!!! and...I'll spare you the details but it was giving MAJOR midnight city Steve so I immediately have inserted *that* picture into my brainwaves and now I'm ready to have a good day.

Thank you for your service and for listening.

💋

(joe is still so sick for this picture. he belongs in prison for it. and bless you for sending this. Idk what happened. I haven't thought of midnight city steve in a bit, and this just...yeah. I need to revisit him more often I think 💛 My first modern boy!)

This is just a little blurb about midnight city!steve (modern!steve), you don't have to read Midnight City first for it to make sense, but can do so here. It was one of my first fics 💛

Steve fiddles with the cherry stem in his drink, jaw tense as he watches the bar.

"Jesus, who burnt your toast?"

Steve's brows furrow at the honey haired best friend sitting next to him who slurps something pink and sugary out of two lime green straws.

Robin’s blue eyes blink at him. She picks up one of the straws, she twirls it in his face, tone matter of fact. "It's a saying. People say that."

"No," Steve argues, his attention back on the bar, "They don't."

"Damn dude, who shit in your socks?" Eddie pokes at Steve's frown as he slides into the booth next to Robin.

Steve swats at the ring clad finger like a gnat as Robin snorts a laugh around her straws.

"I can't stand either of you."

Your head tilts back in a laugh. His jaw tenses.

Robin and Eddie let out a unison and drawn out, "Ohhhh."

"Aww Stevie's a little jealous. Cute." Eddie chuckles.

"So tall hunky model man shit in your socks and burnt your toast, huh?" Robin offers unhelpfully.

Tall hunky model man leans in and says something and you snort, hiding your face behind your hands as your body shakes with laughter.

The cherry stem snaps in half between Steve's fingers.

What the hell is so fucking funny?

"Steve, seriously," Robin begins, actually serious for once, "She's head over heels for you. You're being such a-"

Steve pushes out of the booth, and Robin speaks to the empty side, as Eddie gags on the brown liquid in his cup.

"Guy." She sighs.

"Fuck, this is disgusting. I hate whiskey. When will I learn." Eddie steals Robin's drink.

Meanwhile, you listen as Brody, a friend from college you've just ran into, tells you all about his daughters and the shenanigans they get into.

"But anyways, enough about my kids, Sarah says I need to re-learn normal conversation topics. What's new with you?"

You smile, patting his arm in assurance, "Please, I loved hearing about them. Nothing much I-"

Fingers scratch across your lower back and you turn, Steve stands next to you with a tense jaw.

"Hi," you smile, "There you are, this is-"

"Steve," his tone sharp, "The boyfriend."

He sticks his hand out politely, his manners not totally gone. Except the shake is a firm grip, dominating, before the hand finds its home on your lower back once more.

"Sorry, I've totally been monopolizing you, I gotta get back to my group too. It was so great seeing..." Brody goes in for the hug but falters when he sees the look on Steve's face, the way his fingers curl around your hip and pull you into his side. Brody does a sort of awkward wave instead and walks away.

"What the hell was that?" You laugh as Steve spins you to face him.

Your hands land on his chest as he swallows. Your eyes trace over the pout on his lips and the tense jaw dotted with stubble. The furrows forming between his brows.

Steve shrugs. "What are you talking about?"

"Steve," you mimic a man's voice, dropping yours to an amusing level, gruff, "The boyfriend."

Steve's lips twitch, but he shakes his head.

"I didn't-"

Your thumb swipes over his pout, fingers curling around his jaw so he'll look at you. Your warm smile melting him a little bit.

"Steve Harrington, were you a little jealous?"

His hands that had been fiddling with your belt loops slide around the curve of your waist, they drop to your ass, slipping into your back pockets and squeeze.

Your lip pulls between your teeth at the territorial grab. Your heart flutters in your chest as he hides his face in your neck, embarrassed and speaking softly against your skin. "I don't like how much he made you laugh."

His lips press a soft kiss to your throat, they linger, brushing over your skin as he speaks. "That's my laugh. My smile. My girl."

Your throat is dry at his words, thighs pressing together at the claim despite his ridiculous and unnecessary worry that you'd ever look at another man the same way as you do him.

Steve's breath is warm on the sensitive skin below your ear, driving a shiver up your spine when he presses a soft kiss there, waiting.

"Yours," you acknowledge as his tongue swipes over the spot, making your fingers curl in his shirt.

You've forgotten where you are, that you're not alone. And both of you freeze as a loud, unison call echoes across the fairly quiet bar.

"Get a room!"

[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

Eddie has a tour with his band Corroded Coffin and you go along as band manager and you are Eddie's long-term girlfriend. You and Eddie end up meeting another girl who was one of his band's biggest fans and you, along with Eddie, show her the best night of her life. Takes place in the late 80s. Reader Eddie and Groupie are all in their young 20s.

18+ only absolutely no exceptions. This is filth.

ao3 version

Sexual content, sexual themes, 3some, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, p in v sex, fingering, girl on girl, lesbian sex, spit kink, facials.

Corroded Coffin had a small line of gigs lined up and what made it super awesome was that they could finally tour outside of Indiana and the small town of Hawkins. Eddie was thrilled when he found out the news and he, of course, told you right away. Once he knew he would play some shows, he was super excited because the band would open for none other than the thrash metal band known as Carnivore with frontman Peter Steele. It was going to be an amazing summer and Eddie already had the tour bus for his band purchased. You were a temporary fill-in as the bass player for the tour in 1987 when Grant temporarily took a hiatus. The year was now 1988. Eddie had spent the earlier half of the year working at the video rental place with Robin and Steve, and had a good portion of the money saved up combined with contributions from the other band members and savings from their music sales. When the day finally came to start the tour, you packed and loaded your bags on the bus. You and Eddie were wearing matching Hellfire Club tee shirts. He also had on his signature Dio vest and you had on your favorite leather jacket with pins from all of your favorite rock and metal bands. The first night of the tour was in Indianapolis. Of course, you had side-stage access to the tour and you couldn’t wait for it to start. It was going to be your first summer away from home and you couldn’t wait. Little did you know it would end up being the best summer of your life. Once you arrived at the tour's first stop, you went backstage and did your makeup.

By the time that the soundcheck had started, you were watching front-row and seeing your man play a cover of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You were so proud of Eddie and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he played on the stage. Showtime soon arrived, and you were side-stage as the lights went down and the crowd cheered on Corroded Coffin. Eddie took the stage first and once the rest of the band started playing, he joined in and played an original song. One girl in the crowd caught your eye pretty quickly. She was gorgeous and one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her style was like yours and she had long black hair. She had on all black and red leather, sultry dark makeup, spiked jewelry, and the prettiest hazel eyes. It was then you noticed her Corroded Coffin logo tattoo. There were multiple tattoos adorning her body but the band's logo tattoo stood out. She knew every single word to each song and once Corroded Coffin finished playing, you went up to her and asked her name. She told you her name was Brody, and you gave her a backstage VIP all-access pass. The band was celebrating their first show with drinks at the bar and you and Eddie were watching Carnivore. Soon Brody stopped by the bar asking you and Eddie if you wanted some drinks and you gladly accepted her offer ordering beers and some shots of whiskey. You clinked glasses and gave a toast to keeping rock n’ roll alive.

When Carnivore was close to ending their set you whispered to Eddie you were heading back to the tour bus and he promised he would be there shortly. The rest of the band was off partying and you told Brody to stop by the bus in about ten minutes or so. When you were on the bus you changed into something more comfortable- a black lingerie slip. Soon after Eddie came onto the bus. He passionately kissed you as he took off his jacket and pushed you down onto the bed. A knock came mere minutes later and you looked at him with a raise of your brows.

“I bet that’s Brody, huh? What do you say we ask her to stay the night with us?” He asked mischievously.

“Sure. I thought you’d never ask. I guess things would be even more fun with another person."

He slapped your ass as you got up and waited patiently on the bed as you opened the doors to the bus and invited Brody inside.

“That show was amazing. I am really glad we met. Eddie’s band is one of the best I’ve ever seen live. I don’t mean to be a fangirl, but can I get his autograph?”

It was endearing to you how she truly loved Corroded Coffin. Some girls had made it backstage to hook up with you and Eddie, but her passion for his music seemed genuine.

“Of course, but right now, you should just relax and talk to us for a bit. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sounds like a good idea, but I’m fine for right now and I don’t need a drink. I think it's pretty awesome how you were Corroded Coffin's bassist for the band on the tour last year."

"Thanks, that means a lot. Grant is a great guy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the time of my life and I wish I could tour with the band more often.”

As you walked to the back of the bus, she followed you and once she saw Eddie's head banging along to Metallica's Master of Puppets on the radio, she got into the music too. He noticed and flashed her a big grin as she sat down next to him on the bed.

You wasted no time getting closer to her and giving her a signed Corroded Coffin poster, touching her hand and fingers as you gave it to her.

“Thanks. This is so great. I was thinking about following more of the tour. I hope you don't think that’s weird. I have so many posters and tee shirts of Corroded Coffin,” she added. She set the signed poster aside on the bedside table.

“That just really shows the band you love them and true dedication. It's great you are going to do that. Also love the Corroded Coffin tattoo” Eddie told her with a wink. It flattered him, to say the very least.

"Thanks its my favorite one."

So far, Brody seemed like the greatest fan ever. She was the perfect supporter- a fan any band would be lucky to have.

“I just want you to be comfortable with us,” you mused.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Brody asked as she looked at you with equal parts amusement and curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m just thinking about how hot it would be if we all kissed,” you suggested with a raise of your brows.

She looked at you, then Eddie, and back towards you again as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. She thought about what you had just propositioned, as so got up to get closer to you. She straddled your lap and leaned forward to crash her lips against yours, answering with actions instead of words. It turned you on so badly and made you want her even more.

She smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus, and you loved how she tasted. You kissed her back even harder and made her grind on your lap. When the kiss broke, you gestured Eddie closer to you both with a crook of your finger. He removed his shirt but put back on the denim jacket with his heavy metal patches, then kissed you with tongue as Brody watched. After possibly the best French kiss you ever had before, she leaned in towards Eddie and kissed him deeply. You moved your hands to her clothed breasts and cupped them as she moaned against his lips. Your fingers moved under her dress, pushing it up and ripping her tights along the way as she revealed to you she had no panties on. Your other hand still kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipples through the thin black material. Turning back towards you, she kissed you again as your fingers found their way inside her tights, ripping them just a little more as you desperately fingered her. As she ground against your fingers moaning desperately, Eddie watched as he kissed and bit your neck. Everything that was happening was making you so wet and you could tell Eddie was rock hard now. Already she was soaking on your fingers as you pushed them even deeper inside of her. She felt so fucking good and amazing as your fingers worked their magic on her clit.

"Eddie, feel just how tight her pussy is," you suggested as you grabbed his hand and replaced your fingers with his.

He moved two long fingers deeply inside of her, strumming her like he would his guitar as they looked into each other's eyes. The grin he had on his face as he fingered her wet pussy was priceless. You had her taste your fingers of her juices which she sucked greedily.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please. Eat me out while Eddie watches,” she begged and pleaded desperately.

“You want to be my pillow princess, is that it? You want me to eat your desperate pussy because you are so needy and you just have to have my mouth?”

You slapped her ass with your hand as Eddie continued to finger fuck her before stopping and bringing his fingers to your lips, tapping them so you could taste. You did eagerly and swished your tongue over his slick fingers.

“Yes, I want it all. And I want Eddie to enjoy himself, too.”

“Babe, just being here with the two of you makes me happy.”

You smiled at him, then pushed her onto the bed, laying her down and ripping off the rest of her clothes.

"She tastes so fucking good." You eagerly kissed him so he could get a taste too as Brody watched, clearly turned on by it all. He nodded in agreement and got up, stripping off all his clothes as you removed your slip. He leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear.

“Please, her pussy, as I eat you out. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet pussy again,” he told you with a wicked grin on his face.

Once Eddie was naked, he cupped your sex with one hand and your ass with the other and finger fucked you as he squeezed and spanked your ass. Mewls and moans escaped your lips. As he did this, you kissed and licked her inner thighs, wanting to get her nice and wet for you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and then sucked them clean. You were eager to feel his balls slapping against your ass. He took his time though with licking your clit and separating your pussy lips, wanting to give you the utmost pleasure and wanting you nice and wet before he fucked you. Your fingers moved over her wet entrance before you began to suck and tease her clit. Her pussy tasted so good and you loved how sweet it was.

"That feels so nice," she groaned as you pleased her with fingers and tongue as well as slaps against her pussy.

The wet and lewd sounds of you eating her out as he ate you out were such a turn-on, and you were getting wetter with each passing moment and more with each lick against your pussy.

"That's right baby, eat her out like it's your last meal. daddy's going to fuck you so fucking hard," he promised before giving your ass a few good slaps. Eddie stroked his cock and spit on it, then lined himself up at your entrance. It felt so nice to feel his big thick cock making contact with your aching and needy pussy again. It had been too long. He began inching in little by little as you began to slap and spank her pussy and she whined in pleasure and squeezed her breasts.

"I'm so fuckin wet daddy and her pussy tastes so fucking amazing," you moaned as he adjusted himself inside of you with a hand on your ass, his other hand pulling your hair back.

"I love fucking you baby and watching you please her," Eddie grunted.

He moved slowly at first, then picked up his pace as you licked, sucked, and spit on her clit while simultaneously rocking back and forth on his cock. He pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to make you feel amazing, and watched as you pleased her pussy. He felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked you, and a low groan escaped his lips. You messily ate her pussy, loving how she tasted. The sounds she was making and how she clenched the sheets beneath her with her fingers brought a smile to your face and made you want to make her cum even more. Your breasts bounced as Eddie fucked you deep and hard. His cock was already twitching inside of you.

"I love your mouth. Fuck! I love watching Eddie fuck you too," she whimpered loudly as she pleased her breasts pinching them and raising her hips to get even closer to your mouth.

"You taste so good and you are such a good girl for me," you seductively told her.

As you ate her out voraciously, she screamed your name and moaned her sounds echoing off the walls. You were so fucking wet and wanted to feel your fingers inside your pussy. You were so tight and he loved how the walls of your pussy hugged his huge cock. You could no longer resist the temptation to touch yourself, even though he didn't yet allow you to. As you fingered yourself, Eddie quickly noticed, and a scowl formed on his face.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission, doll. I want us to cum together," he forewarned you as he slapped your ass again, wanting to leave an imprint of red marks.

You removed your fingers and looked back at him with a bratty grin on your face, to which he grimaced. He slapped your ass even harder and left it a bit bruised as he fucked you at a fast pace. He wanted to make you cum and cry out his name, and he was eager to fill your pussy up with his cum. As he looked at you pleasing her, he watched the show eagerly and fucked you harder. The way he made you feel was amazing, and you were getting very close to your release.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, baby girl. I know."

You fingered, sucked, and licked her pussy as you looked up at her with lust in your eyes.

"Fuck, that's so good. I love watching when you eat my pussy. Fuck!" She cried out as the loud sounds of fucking were heard throughout the tour bus.

His cock felt so good as he fucked in and out of you with deep thrusts and you were on the verge of cumming for him. It wouldn't be much longer before she would cum as well, because you knew just how to work her pussy like a pro. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as you ate her out, and her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears. It felt so wonderful to be eating her out as he pounded into you and pulled your hair. There truly wasn't a better position to be in.

As his pounding grew in intensity, his slaps on your ass became even rougher. Eddie loved watching you fuck another woman, and you wanted to please him so badly, but most of all it pleased you. The taste of her pussy and the sounds she was making let you know she was having the time of her life.

"I want to see Eddie make you cum," she cried out as she played with her breasts and watched him pound into your pussy as Eddie groaned.

"Eddie, your cock feels s'good," you moaned around her pussy.

"Make her cum, my dirty girl," he demanded you as he gently wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.

The intensity of your licking and the thrusts of your fingers drove her over the edge as she whined and tugged on strands of your hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head as you pleased her and made her cum. She was so sexy and Eddie's deep and hard thrusts into your pussy and the slaps against your ass made your orgasm quickly approach.

Moments later, you came calling out his name, and he pulled out, feeling about ready to burst. Your mouths watered at the sight of him stroking his big length. Brody crawled over to you, spreading your pussy lips, looking at your wetness mixed with his pre-cum.

"Can I taste?" She inquired curiously.

"Please do."

She got down in front of you, wrapping your legs around her shoulders, and licked your sensitive bud as she swirled her tongue around your pussy, licking all of your wetness and sucking, making you moan so loud for her.

"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Eddie groans lowly, resisting the urge to touch himself any longer so he wouldn't cum right there on the spot.

As she ate you out and made eye contact with you, you looked from her to Eddie, whimpering and moaning as you were getting overstimulated and nearing another orgasm.

"She's amazing at eating pussy, Eddie. Fucking me so good with her tongue I'm going to cum again," you mewled and pulled back her hair from her face tightly.

"Be a good slut and make her cum," he commanded as he kneaded her ass and slapped it.

Her tongue licked your pussy, then your ass, and she fingered you until you cried out, reaching your peak again. It felt so fucking good and had your legs shaking as she groaned into your pussy, then sucked her fingers clean.

After you rode out your high, you wasted no time sucking his cock into your mouth and beckoning her over. She crawled on her hands and knees over to you and Eddie and sucked on his balls as you deep-throated him.

"Yeah, you little sluts want my cum on your faces, huh?" He tsked. "Such dirty little girls."

Not being able to last much longer, he pulled out of your mouth and gave his cock a few final thrusts.

You both opened your mouths wide for him as he began to cum first on your tongue and face and then on hers, panting as his release left his body.

"So fucking hot. Taking my load so well. Fuck," he grunted as he stood back and watched you lick your fingers clean and spit some of his cum into her mouth. She spits back into your mouth and kisses you with her tongue as you share your reward. You swallowed and so did Brody. You both opened your mouths, showing him that his cum was all gone now. Watching with satisfaction, Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow. He tasted so fucking good and that night was one you wouldn't soon forget.

Taking groupies back to your tour bus, women and men alike was nothing new, but this girl was special. You gave her a backstage pass, one she could use for the rest of the tour and any dates she wished to attend. And she went to more of Eddie's shows, which led to more mind-blowing sex. Eddie trusted you and you trusted Eddie, and nothing came between the two of you. When you were on the road and had your fun- that was for the tours and after your rock shows as a reward. What happens on the road stays on the road, but that tour was one of the most memorable. What they said about bassists and guitarists having the best fingers was true. Now Brody knew it, too.

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being married to Adrien Brody, and both of you being petty after an argument.

Every couple had their arguments. After the Honeymoon phase passed, and real life set in and you acknowledged that not all of your partner’s flaws were as cute as you once thought, or that their views on something had changed so it didn’t suit yours, or well-ingrained bad habits weren’t going away as fast as you had hoped. Like your own husband, Adrien, who had a habit of being perfectly on time for everything and everyone - except for you.

Late to another one of your dinner dates, making you sit by yourself for over half an hour after the reservation. He came just in time, so you didn’t get kicked from the table, but regardless, you were furious. However, you tried to enjoy the rest of the dinner, the delicious food, the great atmosphere. You’d punish him when you got home.

You gave him the good old silent treatment. You didn’t talk to him on the car ride home, letting him listen to the radio. He apologized a dozen times but you gave no acknowledgement or forgiveness for any of it. Stare straight ahead. Say nothing. It continued into the evening, when you went to take your bath and then went to bed early. And then it even continued on into the morning when Adrien woke up, wished you a good morning, then went downstairs to start on his breakfast while you got ready for the day. Maybe the next day was taking it a bit too far but - you were still hurt. If you had been one of his friends, he would have made sure to show up on time.

You descended down the stairs and heard the sounds of - really annoying music, actually. One of those bands that Adrien liked that you didn’t. You had compromised on it, he agreed to listen to it mainly on his headphones, but now it was loud enough to fill the entire main floor of your house. Your nose curled at the sound but you refused to give in.

“Good morning Mrs. Brody,” Adrien said, being a little too cheerful. You narrowed your eyes at him but continued your morning routine of going to the kitchen and making your breakfast. “Don’t you look beautiful today, Mrs. Brody.”

If anything, he was annoying you more. You didn’t give in. You popped two pieces of your favorite bread into the toaster, and then got the jam out of the fridge. Normally, it was easy to open. But as you gave the lid a twist, it was really stuck on there. You know you didn’t close it that tight. And then you spotted your husband out of the corner of your eye, lingering in the doorway, trying to look as innocent as possible.

You put down the jar then turned to your husband with your hands on your hips. “Did you seriously tighten the lid on my jam jar?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, Mrs Brody.”

Your glare eventually turned into something else, a look of amusement, and then you started to laugh. His revenge to your silent treatment was honestly hilarious, and you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. He started to laugh along with you, coming in close and opened the jam jar with only a little difficulty. “You’re such a - I don’t even have words,” You said, shaking your head, still laughing.

“Don’t hate me but I did the pickle jar as well.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[videogamesincolor]

Brodie and the role of determination in "Still Wakes the Deep"

From the start, Still Wakes the Deep depicts Brodie as one of the more clear-headed characters after the Beria D is, effectively, attacked by the entity. Granted, if you're working on an oil rig, you (probably) have to be a certain person to work under high-stress conditions. As the apparent diver on the Beria (and senior figure, after Roper, Innes, Trots, Finlay, and Rennick) Brodie is probably accustomed to working under pressure (literally and figuratively).

Brodie operates under the pretense of what my former supervisor called, "positive reinforcement". Highlight a person's strengths, and address their weaknesses as "areas for improvement". Hence why he gets annoyed with Caz when he heightens Rafferty's anxieties about going down in the diving bell with his own personal fears.

Folks like Douglas and Rafferty look to him to know what to do, so Brodie takes it as a personal failing when someone is harmed under his charge. When Gregor and Caz fall into the water, he's the one who goes in after them. And given the height both fell from, by the time he was prepared to dive, he shouldn't have been able to find either, but he gets lucky with Caz.

Of the survivors, Brodie is together enough to send Finlay down to restart the generators as they're cutting out and sends Caz to reach the surviving radios (initially). Even when preoccupied with another situation, Brodie was forward-thinking enough to consider mitigating the broader damage on the Rig.

When a panicky Caz, probably to his surprise, completes what he sent Finlay to do, he reorients Caz (by hyping him up a little) and asks him to help with tension wenches in the Pontoons. Whatever reservations he might have about Caz's anxieties, Brodie appreciates that he's willing to throw himself into certain danger to help.

Brodie's determination to save the Rig, perhaps to save themselves (because there was no way to physically leave the rig without transportation) was such a gripping story beat to watch play out between himself and Finlay.

Way before Caz gets himself out of the pontoons and encounters a mutated O'Connor, they're talking to (or at) each other in notes. Brodie operates like the situation is another high-stakes circumstance that he (as a diver) must be accustomed to. Process of elimination.

He is pushing to save the Rig, but only long enough for rescue. But his initial plans fail. The surviving radios don't work, so they can't reach the support ship. Most of the Rig is collapsing and flooding from the damage. Stabilizing the tension wenches leaves the Rig vulnerable to sinking. The tone of Finlay's notes suggests they should focus more on leaving the Rig altogether, instead of hailing the support ship. (Again, the issue with that being, of course, that there's nothing sea-worthy left on the Rig to even float on.)

And she's already speculating at the entity's intentions after seeing so many of their coworkers die, transform, or become gore on the walls. Brodie, however, isn't particularly curious about the entity beyond seeing it as an (environmental) obstacle. Stabilizing the flare stack prevents explosion, but he initially believes it was at the expense of Caz's life.

Brodie could be motivated by what happened to Raffs in the diving bell. I can't imagine seeing someone under your charge explode into a hostile lump of tentacles and inhumanity would leave you anything but determined to save as many people as you can, bad odds be damned.

And in that dynamic, the person delaying what's inevitable really can't stop the person who's decided about what they'll do. And, for me, that's interesting, as Brodie and Finlay were both kinda positioned in the story to be 'dependable' and 'pragmatic' in the face of terror.

Both of them try to sway Caz from going after Roy, but relent, knowing he won't be any good to them with his mind elsewhere except in the priority situation (the tension wenches).

(One of the last bits of advice he gives to Caz when they're face-to-face is to make his every move count, and not panic when he goes underwater.)

In most circumstances, I would've expected Finlay and Brodie's roles to be reversed. So, that Finlay was the one to just accept that they were all doomed after a certain point, was nice.

Brodie's willingness to venture into certain danger and death ultimately seals fates and is catalyst enough to push Finlay to do what she'd been thinking about since their exchanges. Caz is convinced of Brodie's own "jamminess", that he believes he can get out of the oil-flooded pontoon to return to them, and if he can't, he has him to rely on. Brodie knows otherwise, and, so, home (Isle of Skye) is the last thing he thinks of before imploring the others to escape.

I don't know if the Isle of Skye is considered a "harbor town", but Brodie's apparent comfort in and underwater struck me as a connection to his home. That he dies, drowning in oil, feels like a cruel irony of circumstances.

On a more personal level, given that Scottish / English / Irish narratives trend towards whiteness (and are often loaded with weird "racial purity" undertones), I wasn't expecting Still Wakes the Deep to have any significant characters of color in the game. That Brodie is the only Black character in the game with a major speaking and narrative role within the narrative (and voiced by a Black actor, thankfully) is a double-edged sword.

It's a) par for the course (and disappointing), but also b) nice to see a predominantly white narrative acknowledge Black Scotsmen exist. Sunil (Scottish) and Dobbie (Irish) are two other Black/Brown characters with lines, but they're minor characters (both killed by a mutated Muir on the Derrick).

Throughout the multiple playthroughs I've watched since SWTD was released, I've always found it extremely baffling that most (white) players assumed malice on Brodie's part when he's surprised to see Caz survive the collapse of the skywalk connecting to the stack.

He's clearly relieved to see his friend alive, but most were like, "Was he trying to kill Caz?" And it's like, how the hell did y'all come to that conclusion?

And if I were to speculate about the entity's intentions, it wouldn't be much interested in going anywhere except back down below. The potential threat that was the Rig, is no longer a danger to its existence. Hence why everything it pulled apart and invaded, was gradually sinking under the water.

[annabelle--cane]

do we have any information on the approximate dates or year that TMA takes place in? I’m obsessed with timelines and I’m so curious about if those dates are Known or not or can only be guessed about

yes we do! some parts of the timeline are a little vague, but every live and "in situ" statement (with a few exceptions) has a date attached to it. I won't go through every known date, and I'm also not scrupulously checking to make sure I've copied all these numbers down correctly so there's probably an error or two in here, but some significant ones include:

s1

mag 13 - alone: the first live statement and the first hard date for the show, 13 january 2016

mag 22 - colony: martin's statement after being trapped by jane prentiss, 12 march 2016

mag 26 - a distortion: sasha's statement about meeting michael, 2 april 2016 (<- that was my fourteenth birthday :3)

mag 38 / mag 39 / mag 40: jane prentiss's attack on the institute, sasha's death, and all the debrief statements afterwards, 29 july 2016

s2

mag 41 - too deep: jon's statement about exploring the tunnels and his first supplemental tape about gertrude's murder, 2 september 2016

mag 43 - section 31: basira's statement about diego molina + the start of her giving gertrude's old tapes to jon, 19 september 2016

mag 47 - the new door: helen's statement about the hallways, we meet michael in person for the first time, 2 october 2016

mag 61 - hard shoulder: daisy's statement about seeing the coffin for the first time, 1 december 2016

mag 73 - police lights: basira's statement about rescuing callum brodie from maxwell rayner, 11 february 2017

mag 76 - the smell of blood: melanie's statement about her investigations into war ghosts, at the end she and jon have a bit of a fight about how That Is Not Sasha, 13 february 2017

mag 78 / mag 79 / mag 80: jon releases not-sasha from the table, martin and tim get trapped in the corridors, jon meets leiter, elias smashes leitner with a metal pipe, all on 16 february 2017

s3

mag 81 / mag 82: jon makes a statement at georgie's place about a guest for mr spider at the same time as daisy interviews the remaining archives staff to try and ascertain his whereabouts, 18 february 2017

mag 89 - twice as bright: statement of jude perry, ft. jon hand crispification, 24 april 2017

mag 91 / mag 92 (/ maybe mag 93?): statement of mike crew, death of mike crew, jon daisy and basira's encounter in the woods, the big elias conversation at the institute, 28 april 2017. mag 93 might also be recorded on this day, I'm not quite sure, because georgie's statement (mag 94) is 29 april, but I don't know if that's fully the next day or if jon got back really late on the 28th, recorded mag 93, and then georgie gave her statement in the wee hours of the 29th. up to interpretation and how little sleep you envision jon as having.

mag 100 - I guess you had to be there: lynne hammond's is 2 may 2017, robin lennox's is 20 may 2017, brian finlinson's is 26 may 2017, and "john smith's" statement doesn't have a date.

mag 111 - family business: gerry's posthumous statement about smirke's 14, 30 june 2017. again, trevor and julia's statement about how they met in mag 109 is dated 29 june, and I don't know if it's an either-side-of-midnight thing or a full day elapsed between them.

mag 118 - the masquerade: martin and melanie pull a fast one on elias while the rest of the gang sets up explosives in the unknowing, 6 august 2017.

mag 120 - eye contact: elias's statement about jon's coma dreams + elias's arrest, 9 august 2017.

s4

mag 121 / mag 122: oliver banks gives his statement about point nemo and jon wakes up, 15 february 2018

mag 128 - heavy goods: breekon deliver's the coffin and jon slurps a statement right out of his head, 3 march 2018

mag 132 - entombed: jon buries himself alive to rescue daisy, 24-26 march 2018

mag 141 - doomed voyage: on the boat to norway jon slurps a statement about mikaele salesa out of a shiphand's head, 11 june 2018

mag 142 - scrutiny: jess tyrell comes in to complain about jon slurping a statement out of her head and haunting her nightmares, 12 june 2018

mag 146 / mag 147: jon gets intervened on about all the brain slurping, they go to hilltop road and find annabelle's statement, 20 july 2018

mag 157 / mag 158 / mag 159: peter releases not-sasha and brings martin to the panopticon for a showdown with "elias," julia and trevor attack the institute, daisy goes monster mode, and jon follows martin into the lonely and saves him with the power of gay love and also slurping peter lukas's brain so hard he explodes badly, 25 september 2018

mag 160 - the eye opens: jon reads a normal statement and nothing bad happens, 18 october 2018.

s5

fuck if I know

[thesleepyfable]

Not heard any HCs from ya. Any about the crew's height?

It's honestly because I'm running out of character HCs, and I'm trying to build them in my writings. Heights, though, is something I don't think anyone has talked about? The models look mostly the same, with the exception of a few like Roy, and some characters don't even stand up. So, here's my list.

Tallest to shortest:

Rennick and Roy: Rennick knows that, and it's definitely fed into his 'King' persona. He wasn't too happy when he learned he's one of the shortest infected. He also wasn't too happy that Roy is the same height, but because they don't work together, he can shrug it off. Both are 6ft3.

Muir, Roper, and O'Connor: Looking at Innes and Muir's scene, Muir is the taller one. Muir becomes the tallest infected to help him keep an eye on everyone. It's The Shape feeding into his abandonment issues. Put Roper and O'Connor here because leaders are naturally taller, right? Right? All men at 6ft.

Billy Chamberlain: 5ft12. I like to imagine Caz jump-punching this man in the face when the fight broke out...

Brodie and Gregor: 5ft11. Gregor has slightly bad posture, so he looks shorter.

Addair, Innes, Gibbo, Scooby, Finlay, and Raffs: All are 5ft10. The most common height for the crew.

Davros, Sunil, McLurg, and Archie: 5ft9.

Caz, Trots, Suze, Dobbie, and Douglas: 5ft7. SHORT! Nah, they're the same height as me.

If you have anyone else. Let me know.