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snowblossomreads · 1 year

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Snowed In

Summary: In where [Y/n] and Sinclair get snowed in during her visit with him and a bit of warming up is needed. (Prompt 18 Snowstorm)

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Fear of the dark, cuddles and comfort, Smut! [grinding, kissing, stroking and petting, a little bit of praising, begging, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)], slight feeling of guilt, reassurance

Word Count: 5K (I'm screaming)

A/N: And in a part two that was never supposed to be (shout out to @deepperplexity this is for you lol❤) Here is a nice little smutty addition to day 10's prompt (you can find it right -> here <-). Now let's not waste any time and dive in :D!

Whoever was working at the Met* needed to be fired immediately. Every single one of those useless gits because not only did they incorrectly forecast the timing of the snowstorm that was currently preventing [Y/n] from leaving Sinclair’s home (how was that even possible with all the computer models they should have?). But they also didn’t mention how ferocious it was going to suddenly turn when sunset arrived.

Bloody good use of her tax dollars those lot were.

So here [Y/n] was buried under layers of blankets even as the heating unit kept the home at a comfortable temperature and the worst of the cold out. It wasn’t warm enough for her though, and she had nearly ransacked Sinclair’s bedding closet for more blankets before retiring to the guest room she had been staying in.

Tossing and turning, waiting for sleep to take her, she found that it continued to evade her due to the relentless winds outside causing the windows to rattle something fierce.

It honestly kind of scared her and she kept worrying that they might shatter or something. Sinclair had told her quite gleefully though that they were shatterproof so she didn’t have to worry about it, but still, anything could happen!

And unfortunately, while that anything didn’t come with the glass shattering, it did come in the form of everything suddenly becoming much darker and quieter around her. The sound of the heating unit suddenly went silent. And the white noise from things plugged into walls also went dead leaving her with a ringing in her ears.

Oh no for the love of-

“Sinclair!”

His name was the first thing she squeaked out as she poked her head out from underneath the blankets, eyes only seeing darkness as they tried to adjust to the lack of lighting. There was a dash of hope that he had heard her call for him in the silence of the house but who was she fooling knowing he had probably fallen asleep the moment his head hit his pillow.

Pulling the blankets up to her chin she peered around the room nervously taking in the different shapes and sizes of the pieces of furniture that littered the room.

Each of them was shrouded in darkness and each of them seemed as if they were moving whenever her eyes bounced to another piece. And then there were the creaking noises from the wind. And the windows kept shaking. And was there something behind that dresser?

“No no no no, [Y/n], stop it you’re a grown woman and you are not afraid of the things in the dark-”

There was a loud thud that came from the far side of the room that had her shutting up and shooting out of the bed with all her blankets still wrapped around her as she made a beeline to the bedroom door.

It was a miracle that she hadn't tripped over all of them as she flung the door open and marched just down the hall barely making out where she was going in the darkness. Thankful that Sinclair’s bedroom had only been two doors down she went and turned the knob hoping it was unlocked and almost cheering when she met no resistance trying to get in.

“Sinclair are you awake?” Her voice was hardly above a whisper as she peeked into the bedroom, eyes landing on the large bed in the middle of the room where she could see a lump that was no doubt who she was looking for.

There was no answer at first. But she had no desire to linger in the hallway any longer due to the unfounded fear of something grabbing her from behind. Shuffling in and closing the door, she made her way over to the foot of the bed all wrapped in blankets before calling out to him again.

“Sinclair, wake up!” She hissed, wrapping the blankets against her tightly as the cold air began to already try and seep into her bones.

For a moment she watched him stir in hopes that he was waking up before those hopes were dashed and he ceased any movements other than the steady rise and fall of his back. Oh no, this wasn’t going to work, no not at all. She refused to freeze in a dark room all by herself and she was going to make it his problem too.

Creeping over to his side of the bed, she reached a hand out through all the layers she currently had wrapped around her before violently shaking him and calling out loudly,

“Wake up!”

If her yelling didn’t wake him up, the sudden sensation of being jostled and pushed had his eyes snapping open and his heart racing as he startled awake because who in the world? Tossing over to see what was going on, the first thing he was met with was a black mass hovering over him before he was shouting confused, and still bleary from sleep.

“Fucking hell what in the-!” Eyes squinting in the dark and making out that it was [Y/n] standing at the foot of his bed and not a murderous maniac, Sinclair’s head fell back onto the pillow, a sigh of relief slipping out as his hand flew up to push his hair away from his face. He gave a silent thanks that the person standing over him wasn’t a murderer but his silly friend before turning back to her and groaning. “[Y/n] you look like the bloody ghost of Christmas past. What are you doing in here?”

A frown tugged at her lips at his words and she pushed him again lightly earning a gravelly huff of ‘stop that’ before answering.

“The lights went out and it’s dark and the windows are rattling and I think there was someone in my room.”

So that’s why it was so dark? From the sound of the wind whipping outside, he guessed it made sense that something had happened to knock the electricity out and with how ferocious the storm was it would be a while before they were back.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Thinking a little clearer now that he was more awake than before he scooted up from the bed, back resting on the headboard and looking over to [Y/n] who was swaying side to side as she waited for him to say something.

“[Y/n], I highly doubt there is anyone in your room.” He murmured, yawning and closing his eyes again. “It was probably just the walls creaking or something hitting them from outside. Go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure because you sure thought I was a stranger so there could be someone!”

“Well, what is one to do when they wake up and all they see is a black mass hovering over them and squawking?”

He had a point there but still even if there wasn’t anyone in the room, it was going to get cold fast and that was equally something distressing to her. Biting her inner cheek as she was not at all keen on going back in the dark hallway to the dark room, she shuffled over closer to the bed before sitting on the edge of it.

“[Y/n] what are you-”

“Can I stay with you?” The question came with no hesitation as she already began to lay on her side, or tried to as the mountain of blankets over her prevented her from leaning all the way.

Any tiredness that he had wore off at her words and his eyes opened up to make out her lumpy shape next to him. Stay with him? In his bed? That was a little too risky for him considering the warm budding feelings that had emerged from the depths for her over the past few days she had been helping around and cheering him up. Maybe it was how bright and merry she had been in his gloom, making him feel somewhat more alive than he had been for the past few months.

She had somehow even gotten him to dance with her the night before to some old records that she had brought and he loathed dancing. Plus it had been a while since there had been another to share his bed and he just didn’t know how he felt about that. [Y/n] was absolutely lovely and dear to him and while he absolutely adored her he found that it was a bit of a liability and he didn’t want to hurt her.

Taking his silence as a ‘no’ she rolled herself over to look at him and for a moment he couldn’t help the amusement he felt as she struggled to turn around due to all the blankets around her. After a second she was finally successfully maneuvering herself over so that she was able to look up at him from her spot.

“Please?” She whined softly, wiggling in her blankets and already getting comfortable because there was no way in hell she was going back into a room with a potential murderer. “It’s going to get cold in the room by myself and you know how I get when I’m cold.”

“[Y/n] I don’t…” he hesitated as he felt her shuffling close to him while laying her head on his shoulder causing his already deteriorating resolve to falter even more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You kicked me when you were napping on the sofa yesterday and I would rather not be on the floor in the morning.”

It was a truly feeble excuse and he would have laughed at himself if he wasn’t so desperate to avoid a scenario that would have them both embarrassed. There was this line in the sand that he felt was drawn between them especially because he had supported her financially and helped her find a better job in the past. And if something happened, well he didn’t want her to feel like there had been strings attached to his help.

“Promise I won’t kick you then.” She spoke, breaking his thought process and bringing him back into the present. “It’s too damn cold for me to be moving around like that anyways.”

Even in the dark, he could envision her giving him that puppy dog look as she said that. It was the same one she had given him a few days ago that started all this indulging of hers that left him with a growing warmth in his chest on those chilly days. Wide eyes and a tiny pout on her lips. Those pretty little lips of hers that were just made to be kissed-

‘Fucking hell Sinclair what are you about to get yourself into.’

Was what he thought as he sighed out his answer.

“Come on then but I better not end up with a bruised back,” he groaned, scooting over so that she could have some more room to lay down on. A childlike giggle left [Y/n] at his words and she began to scoot over toward him with the mountain of blankets that actually threatened to push him to the edge of the bed.

“Christ [Y/n] you look like a giant marshmallow! At least unwrap yourself and put them on top.”

A snicker of ‘okay’ left her as she rolled back off the bed and began to strip layer after layer of blankets off before tossing them on top of the bed and quickly crawling back underneath them with him.

She wiggled next to him before turning around so that her back was facing him and for a moment he felt a sigh of relief pass through him. Good, they could face back to back and he didn’t have to worry about-.

“Now here you come face my back so you can be my back warmer since you somehow fare better in this weather than I do.”

‘Oh no.’

“[Y/n] wait I don’t think-”

“No none of that you don’t think it’s a good idea,” she huffed out trying to glare over her shoulder at him while going to tug his arm over to her, “it’s a better idea than me freezing to death so come on no complaining ‘Clair.”

His eyes narrowed at her little nickname for him as he turned around to face her back as she had asked but only because he had some words about what she had called him.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed out as his cheeks warmed in annoyance from the name. “One of those twits at the firm likes to call me that as if we’re friends and has a madding habit of slapping me on the shoulder when we see each other.”

“A right tosser and an arse if I have to say so, you should tell him not to call you that, and to learn some boundaries,” she yawned, scooting herself into his front to get cozy as his hand automatically went to hold her waist.

“You don’t think I want to?” His tone sour as he thought about the one colleague that he wished he could push out one of those glass elevators. Subconsciously his fingers tightened around her waist and had he been listening closer, he would have heard the harsh breath that she had let out from him squeezing her. “He’s unfortunately married to the head of finance and you know he would probably go running to her if someone didn’t play ball.”

“Mhm.”

Her clipped answer had him peering over her even though he couldn’t see her expression in the dark, curious if she was already falling asleep. It also didn’t help that she had buried her face into the pillow beneath having quickly gotten comfortable with him.

“Have I bored you to sleep already with my complaining?”

“A little bit of that but,” there was a hint of playfulness, a breathiness in her voice as she pushed back against rubbing her bottom against his front that had a spark of electricity coursing through both of them and a gasp leaving Sinclair at the movement. “You’re really warm.”

Embarrassed wasn’t even the right word for how he felt at the moment as he felt himself twitch and harden slowly against her bottom. Mortified was more appropriate and he probably looked like a ghost with how the color felt like it was draining out of him.

“Love-,” no even that harmless word felt dirty at that moment as he tried to pull away from her only to be caught off guard when a little moan left her throat.

“No it’s fine stay,” she whimpered, tugging his arm back over her waist, entangling her fingers with his as she laid his hand over her lower stomach. Pushing herself back against him and grinding gently against the growing arousal that he was trying to put a lid on even though it was far too late for that.

“[Y/n], y-you don’t- I’m sorry I didn’t-.” He could hear how his voice trembled and if he could think straight he would probably try and do more to push her away but fuck was there something in the back of his mind that wanted to hold her closer.

It had been too long and she was so soft in his hands, so warm, and the cute moan that had just left her lips had him aching in ways he couldn’t remember. But still, he had to give her an out. They could just forget it if she said no and he would happily oblige her.

“We don’t- you don’t have to do this [Y/n],” a breathy groan left him as she stroked the hand in her grasp with her thumb as she continued to roll her hips languidly against him.

“I know.” It was a clipped answer as she continued, a breathy sigh leaving her as she felt how he began to harden against her with each roll of her hips against him.

“I don’t want you to,” his sentence was interrupted by another faint moan as he felt her begin to rock her clothed bottom against him slowly and steadily. There was no rushing, just a gentle bubbling build-up inside both of them as she held his hand close to her. “ I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

“But I want to,” she turned her head as far as she could to look at him, pausing her movements and giving him a playful smirk that she knew he probably couldn’t see. “And plus I’m still cold and I think it be a fun way to warm up?”

He bit his bottom lip. This was a terrible idea. A foolish one that they would regret the next morning. But if it was so ridiculous, why in god's name was he letting her take his hand and trail it down her front letting it rest right at the edge of the waistband to her pants? And why was he becoming more eager with each roll of her against him to feel her warmth wrapped around him and sucking him in?

Each whine and mewl had him throbbing and the way he could feel her stomach trembling underneath his fingers had his digits twitching wanting to touch and stroke her and bring her some form of pleasure like she was for him. And it was like she could read him because she was suddenly pushing his hand just past her waistband where he could feel her skin radiate with heat.

“Go ahead,” she panted out her stomach clenching at the tingling sensation that intensified in her belly as he brushed against the sensitive skin. “Do what you want, I want it too.”

There was no need for her to ask twice before his hand was sinking down between her legs and cupped her leaking cunt harshly. His palm began grinding into her aching clit causing her to lay her head back against his front as a sharp cry of,

“Sinclair!” Escaped her throat as jolts of electricity had her spasming as soon as he began to rub circles against her.

The sound of his name coming out of her mouth with such fervor sounded like music to his ears and he didn’t know what possessed him as he leaned over her and latched his lips against the exposed neck.

Another whine left her as she began to grind against him in the same rhythm he was touching her and oh it was so damn good. Feeling how thick, and large he was as he made her body sing his praises with each grind of his palm and each press of his fingers against her opening that was a soaking mess for him at this point.

Fuck she felt like she was suffocating and burning up underneath his hurried touches and combined with the mountain of covers on top of them she was surely going to pass out from the heat.

Well, she did want to be warm, didn’t she?

“Sinclair, want you in me please?” She mewled out, panting as her hips moved erratically while the bubble in her gut began to react to the thought of finally having something warm inside of her after quite a dry spell. It was exciting to be so close to someone in such an intimate frenzy after such a long time. And it made it even better that it was someone she-

A desperate sound left her throat, her thoughts being interrupted when she felt his warm palm disappear from her heat and instead only being left to grind against the rough fabric of her underwear that was cool and wet.

The discomfort quickly evaporated when she felt damp fingers kiss her skin before going to tug her pants and underwear down. She was keen to help pull them down also, too eager to feel his skin unclothed and warm against her own.

Once she was rid of those pesky underclothes, it was her turn to flip over to him, a wicked smile was hidden in the dark as her fingers brushed over his cock. Squeezing it and being met with a soft groan as she stroked him underneath the soft cotton of his sweatpants.

“Mmm, keep that up and I won’t make it [Y/n].”

That wouldn’t do, even if she was nearly salivating at him and thought about having a little taste. But that would have to wait till next time. Well, hopefully, there was a next time because as she pulled the drawstrings on his sweatpants loose and helped him out of his own clothes, she couldn’t help but moan when her fingers finally found themselves sprawled against his warm, thick, and very wet cock.

At that moment she knew this could not be a one time thing as she would absolutely die a brokenhearted woman if she didn’t get to have another go (or more) at him. She didn’t have time to think about that though because she was suddenly being turned back onto her side facing away from him as she felt him nestle his length against her back.

Grabbing her leg that was on top of the other, Sinclair pulled it just over his thigh moving his hips just so that she could feel the tip of him pressing against her entrance as she spread her open.

She was physically quivering at that point as she felt his lips press against her neck before he was nuzzling into her skin. Unhurriedly he dragged his cock against her slit coating it with the abundance of wetness that he had helped create causing her body to jolt at the delicious sensation. It was taking everything in her not to just push back on him and sink herself onto him.

So when he suddenly froze right before he was about to enter her and let an annoyed groan slip from his lips she began whining, squirming against wondering why he had stopped.

“Wait love I think we may have a problem,” he mumbled against her neck, holding her hip still and pulling away from her to keep her from thrusting back onto him.

“What,” she wailed, never having felt this needy before, impatient to have him stretch and fill her aching cunt that was throbbing and clenching beckoning for him to be inside of her.

“Unless you’re eager to potentially be a mum soon,” he groused, not enjoying the thought of having to stop their little ‘warming session’, “we may need to stop as I don’t…have any condoms.”

“Are you clean?”

“Pardon?” It wasn’t that he was shocked about the question, it was more that it had come so suddenly and urgently.

“Sinclair please,” his name came out more desperate sounding than she had intended but she couldn’t help it as it was killing her to not push back on him. She wanted him in her so badly that she almost wanted to cry at how fuzzy she felt that he wasn’t filling her up. “Are you clean, no diseases?”

If he was shocked at the question he didn’t let on before a short,

“Yes, checked during the divorce and no one else till you.”

“Thank fuck I am too,” she sighed pushing her hips back against him as she felt his grip loosen on her eager to keep going. “ I’m still on the pill so if you trust me I’m fine without one.”

He didn’t waste a moment more when he heard her, grabbing her leg again and positioning the tip of him at her entrance.

“Well it’s good that I trust you,” he purred, causing her body to shudder at the rich dark tone he had taken with her. “Because we wouldn't be doing this would we?”

With one harsh thrust, he was splitting her open, for him. Exposing the lust and want that had been building up in her for him. At that very same moment, as he entered her, she felt as if there could be nothing better than being as she was now.

“Oh my god!”

Her back arched violently against his chest, curving so perfectly as her hand flew back to grab onto his thigh for purchase as he began to furiously pound into her cunt that was sucking him in with each thrust. The sound of their panting and the slick sounds of skin hitting skin filled the empty air around them.

There was nothing to distract them from the symphony their bodies were creating as they rutted against each other both trying to find that satisfying end that neither had thought they would be chasing that night.

Snaking his hand up from her thigh and underneath her shirt, Sinclair roughly squeezed at one of [Y/n] breasts, stroking and massaging the skin before his fingers roughly pinched and pulled at the pebbled nipple that was aching for a touch. Another jolt of pleasure rippled down her spine and into her quivering heat that he was plundering over and over and she could barely form any words other than,

“Don’t stop please!” “Faster!”

And he obliged, never once faltering in his pace as long gone were the thoughts he had about making her feel as if his past help came with attached strings to them. No. The only thought now as the muscles in his stomach clenched from the fervor of his actions, and his cock pulsated each time her body contracted around him was to get both of them to their end.

“[Y/n], you’re squeezing me so good, keep going,” he rasped hotly, leaning down to kiss her cheek again, causing her to whine at how sweet it felt opposite to the carnal way he was thrusting into her. “Let me get you to where you want, alright?”

Each thrust had streams of moans and cries leaving both of them joining in the melody around them as he played with her body learning exactly where to stroke to have her keening for him. What had her clenching and grinding down for him and just where exactly to hit to have her calling out,

“Right there!” She sobbed out suddenly and desperately as the tip of his cock began to rub and push against the spot that had her legs shaking and her insides trembling. Her free hand flew down in between her legs to rub fast and harsh circles around her clit that was throbbing uncontrollably from the impending end. “Please don’t stop! Gonna come please, please please!”

“Come, darling,” he panted out as he snapped his hips against hers only to pause to grind into that spot that made her shake and cry for him. “Go ahead, let me feel you.”

Never letting up from his relentless plundering of her, she pressed herself against him as much as she could, shaking as he assaulted her wetness that was dripping down her thighs and against her fingers while she stroked and pinched and pressed until.

“Sinclair!”

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing his lips against hers when he felt her body go stiff and her cunt spasm bringing his own orgasm to a crest along with hers. Their moans were muffled by each other's lips as they spilled onto each other. Coating each other with their essences that mixed together forming a sticky concoction that was just for them.

Neither wanted to let go of the other, as lips pressed against each other over and over. Softly, and sweetly opposite to the harsh and fast pace rutting that had possessed them just seconds ago. The only thing they could think about was how warm they felt with each other and so of course when they broke away [Y/n] couldn’t help but whine at him. She hated the feeling of losing his warmth and weight on her and in her and she was happy to protest it.

“Wait come back,” she moaned, turning to face him wanting to at least snuggle him a bit before having to venture back out into the cold. Because well, she wasn’t too keen on having him drip out of her no matter how warm it felt at the moment…and also her pants.

Humming in contentment when he felt her cuddle up into his side, he dropped his hand to rest on her lower back, before caressing her and smiling at the little purr she made.

“You know, you’re going to have to go to the bathroom soon right?” He spoke, voicing what she had just been thinking. His voice was thick with sleepiness making it darker and deeper than it already was yet it was still filled with warmth and care for her as he peered down at her in the darkness. “I don’t want you complaining to me later about coming down with some disease.

She acknowledged him with a lazy ‘mhm’, not yet wanting to get up from her spot as she was warm and cozy now just like she had wanted to be. “I know but you did such a good job warming me up so I just had to share the ambiance.”

A tiny smirk crossed his face as his eyes closed, tiredness beginning to catch up with him considering his startled awakening earlier and then the little session they had. It was also probably because he was so tired, he couldn’t stop himself from asking,

“Since I did such a good job, I’m assuming you’ll want a repeat whenever you get cold?”

“Maybe, but,” she paused, feeling her face heat up at his question and her nerves dancing at the answer she was going to give hoping he meant what she thought. “I wouldn’t mind it either if it was also just whenever?”

If she could see him in the dark, she would see the way his expression relaxed, his smirk turning into a soft smile as he leaned down to kiss her forehead causing her to sigh as a more delicate warmth enveloped her.

“I was hoping you would say something like that.”

A tiny smile grew on her face at his words as she let herself rest on his shoulders thinking about how being snowed in wasn’t so bad. As long as she was snowed in with her sunshine to keep her warm she was happy for the snowstorm to keep raging on for a little longer.

FYI - *Met Office is UK's national weather service (or that's what Google says at least)

A/N: Well they definitely got their happy ending 😏😏. Snowstorms are good for all sorts of warming activities don't you think? 🤭🤔 I hope the smut was okay as it was def rushed due to some unexpected woes that happened right before I wrote it🤣🤣 I may have also been up till 2am getting it done bc I goofed and forgot what day it was. Either way let me know if you liked it and thanks for stopping by 🥰🥰🥰

#blossom writes #sinclair bryant x reader #sinclair x reader #rickmas2022 #smut #alan rickman character

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notanothersongaboutlovebracket · 1 year

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HIIIII!

Warning! This was a lot of work so sorry for any errors and I do know that many songs could be moved to other categories, but I tried to balance everything and that's why the list looks like that!

No pics yet, but here are songs that:

Automatically go into The Ultimate NOT Another Song About Love Bracket (44 songs):

100 Gecs - I got my tooth removed (aka Dental Work Song)

Ado - Usseewa (aka Shut Up Song)

Bill Wurtz - At The Corner Store (aka Corner Store Song)

Bryant Oden - The Duck Song (aka Prank Song)

Danny Gonzalez - Bag Tho (aka Youtubers Song)

Maxwell Anthony - Aromantic moodboard (aka Aromantic Song)

Joan Jett - Bad Reputation (aka Bad Reputation Song)

Paul McCartney - Band On The Run (aka Band Break-Up Song)

Cavetown - Boys will be bugs (aka Boyhood Song)

ERA - Ameno (aka Dog Latin Song)

The Academic - Not Your Summer (aka Summer Song)

Dropkick Murphys - Rose Tattoo (aka Tattoo Song)

Psychostick - We Ran out of CD Space (aka What if? Song)

The Eagles - Hotel California (aka American Culture Song)

Kero Kero Bonito - It's Bugsnax! (aka Bugsnax Song)

Saint Motel - Honest Feedback (aka Criticism Song)

Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil (aka The Devil Song)

Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards - Gestapo (aka Fuck Donald Trump Song)

Owl City - Fireflies (aka Insomnia Song)

Bo Burnham - Welcome to the Internet (aka The Internet Song)

They Might Be Giants - Istanbul (Not Constantinople) (aka Istanbul Song)

Tom Cardy - Hey, I don't work here (aka Sudden Alien Invasion Song)

Lemon Demon - Spiral of Ants (aka Animal Metaphor Song)

Satellite High - The Bus Is Late (Waiting For The Bus In The Rain) (aka Late Bus song)

The Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (aka Lucy Song)

sidney gish - persephone (aka Mispronunciation Song)

Jorge Velosa - La cucharita (aka Spoon Song)

Jhariah - DEBT COLLECTOR (aka Problems Song)

jimmy dean - big bad john (aka Sacrifice Song)

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues (aka Regret Song)

The Narcissist Cookbook - Sugar In My Coffee (aka Food Metaphor Song)

Echosmith - Cool Kids (aka High School Song)

Car Seat Headrest - It's Only Sex (aka Asexuality Song)

Lemon Demon - Amnesia was her name (aka Amnesia Song)

The Doors - People Are Strange (aka Alienation Song)

Tally Hall - Banana Man (aka Food Song)

Jessica Law - This is Not a Place of Honour (aka Devastation song)

Mermaid Sisters - Galactic mermaid (aka Frustration song)

Pinnochiop - God-ish (aka Modern Culture Critic Song)

Owl City - Peppermint Winter (aka Christmas Song)

Green Day - Longview (aka Boredom Song)

Bastille - Daniel in the Den (aka Betrayal Song)

AsapScience - Periodic Table Song (... you get that one, I think)

Pete Seegar - Oh Freedom (aka Freedom Song)

Are part of Mental issues Song Bracket (8 from 75):

AJJ - Body Terror Song

AJR - Karma

Ashnikko - Panic Attacks in Paradise

awfultune - Redesign

Cg5 - Freak Out

Cg5 and The Living Tombstone - 4get

Chameleon Circuit - Nightmares

Creep-P - Exorcism

Danger Mouse, Daniele Luppe, Jack White - Two Against One

Eden Epinosa - Waiting in the Wings

Eve - Dramaturgy; Literary Nonsense; Tokyo Ghetto; How to Eat Life

Fin Argus - Ship in a bottle

Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a birdcage

Florence + the machine - free; falling

Gabby Young and Other Animals - In Your Head

grandson - In Over My Head; Despicable; Identity

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Guchiry - Abnormality Dancing Girl

inabakumori - Lagtrain

Jack stauber - Dinner is not over

Jamie Christopherson - Only Thing I Know for Real

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Jhariah, Luis Chavez - These 4 Walls

Junie & TheHutFriends - The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear

Kero KERO boni - toId rather sleep

Lemon Demon - I’ve got some falling to do

MGK - 9 lives

Miracle Musical - Labyrinth

mitski - a burning hill

Neru - Lost One's Weeping

Pale Waves - Noises

Patrick Stump - Explode

Qbomb - Everything is fine

Raghd - Pressure

Rainbow Kitten Surprise - It's Called: Freefall

Red Vox - In the Garden

Shayfer James - Your Father's Son

sidney gish - sin triangle

Simple Plan - Welcome to my life

Sufjan Stevens - I Want to Be Well

syudou - Bitter Choco Decoration

The Arcadian Wild - Tell It Like It Is

The cast of Next to Normal - Wish I were here

the crane wives - hollow moon; nothing at all

The Eagles - Desperado

the mountain goats - up the wolves

The score - Strange

This Could Be On Broadway - Just My Luck

Toh Kay - With Any Sort of Certainty

TUYU - I'm getting on the bus to the other world, see ya!

wilbur soot - since I saw vienna

Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave; BlackBoxWarrior

will wood and the tapeworms - red moon

half alive - What's Wrong

Wowaka - Rolling Girl

The Weakerthans - Plea from a Cat Named Virtute

Cavetown - Home

Marina and the Diamonds - Are You Satisfied?

The Amazing Devil - The Old Witch Sleep and The Good Man Grace

the police - synchronicity ii

Eminem - Stan

Tears For Fears - Mad World

Gary Jules - Mad World

Jessica Darrow - Surface Pressure

Katherine Lynn-Rose - Price of Perfection; Top of my school

Kimya Dawson - Tree Hugger

Are part of War/History Song Bracket (2 from 24):

10000 Maniacs - Gun shy

Don Mclean - The Grave

Dropkick Murphys - Green Fields of France

Sting - The Russians

The Amazing Devil - Elsa's Song

The Cranberries - Zombie

The Mechanisms - Rose Red; Our Boy Jack; No Happy Ending

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War

Nena - 99 Luftballons

My Chemical Romance - Mama

Bastille - Pompeii

pigwiththefaceofaboy - Complete History of the Soviet Union, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris

the buttress - brutus

Ghost and Pals - Aura

Weezer - The British Are Coming

The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star

Jayli Wolf - Child of the Government

Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Paul Brady - Arthur McBride, or The Recruiting Seargent

Sabaton - The Attack of the Dead Men

Charming Disaster - Radium Girls

Are part of Revenge/Confrontation Song Bracket (4 from 36):

100 Gecs - Sympathy 4 The Grinch

Alice Francis - Shoot Him Down!

The Decemberists - Mariner's Revenge Song

Ryan Scott Oliver - Leave, Luanne

Aviators - Red Water Dreams

Bring Me The Horizon - medicine

Da games - Moving up in the world

Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show - Devil's Night

Death Note the Musical - Playing His Game

Fish in a Birdcage - Four Aces

grandson - Bury Me Face Down

dead end paranormal park - My Frankenstein

I don’t know how but they found me - Choke

Jeremy Irons - Be Prepared

Jhariah - Whose Eye Is It Anyway???

Miles Luna and Benjamin Zecker - Better Than You

Naethan Apollo - You’re Not Welcome

Nightmare Time - Yellow Jacket

Olivia Olsen and Ashley Tisdale - Busted

Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Coming with Me

Queen - Death on Two Legs

Scene queen - The rapture (but it's pink)

steampianist - black hole

The Crane Wives - Take Me to War

the living tombstone, eliemonty - die in a fire

Vane Lilly - Perfectly Sweet

Warren Zevon - Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

StarKid (Twisted Musical) - No One Remembers Achmed

Lord Huronthe - World Ender

Lestat the Musical - After All This Time

ponyphonic - the moon rises

Schell Games - I Expect You To Die

Set It Off - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Martina McBride - Independence Day

Bruce Springsteen - Death to My Hometown

Gaelic Storm - The Night that I Punched Russel Crowe

Are part of Animal Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

DaniwellP - Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!

Djjack - Pink Elephants on Parade

GWSNRecipe ~ For Simon

Hullabaloo - Mama Llama

Kila - Howls the wolf

Subwolfer - Give that wolf a banana

Nickel Creek - The Fox

Lemon Demon - Jaws

Thurl Ravenscroft - Everybody Wants to Be a Cat

Jonti Picking - Owls

Will Wood - Tomcat Disposables

mewithoutYou - The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie

Are part of Family Song Bracket (4 from 40):

ABBA - Slipping Through my Fingers

AJR - Dear Winter

Alex Benjamin - If We Have Each Other

The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Belle - Gales of Song

birds of tokyo - my darling, my son

Brotherhood of man - Save your kisses for me

Cat Stevens - Father and son

Clyde Rabatel (from No Straight Roads Soundtrack) - DK West Encounter 3

Conan Gray - Family Line

Daði freyr - Think about things

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Gregory & The Hawk - Boats & Birds

Johnny Cash - Boy Named Sue

Kacey Musgraves - Mother

Kodaline - Brother

lucy dacus - my mother & I

Of monsters and men - King and Lionheart

Starkid - When the World’s at Stake; The Power in Me

Passion Pit - Take a Walk

Phineas and Ferb Cast - Us Against the Universe

Radical Face - Always Gold

Set It Off - Dad's Song

Stromae - Papaoutai

Tayc - Qui

beetlejuice the musical - dead mom

twenty øne piløts - My Blood

MGK - Last November

Jessie Shelton (36 Questions Musical) - Our Word

Sasha Alex Sloan - Older

Marina and the Diamonds - The Family Jewels

Mitski - Class of 2013

The Amazing Devil - Welly Boots

Laura Shigihara - Jump

The Mechanisms - Once and Future King

Vienna Teng - Grandmother Song

Sleeping at last - Heirloom

surfjan stevens - should have known better

Rammstein - Dalai Lama

Are part of Friendship Song Bracket (2 from 28):

ABBA - Chiquitita Ross Lynch - Can't Do it Without You

BB Bean - Two Best Friends

Bears in Trees - Little Cellist

Beetlebug - Overgrown Garden

Catherine Warwick - Bein' Friends

Cavetown - Lemon Boy

Conan Gray - Best Friend

concrete blonde - take me home

harumaki gohan - cobalt memories

Julie and the Phantoms cast - Flying Solo

Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips

Louie Zong and Brian David Gilbert - Breezy Slide

Madison Reyes, Jadah Marie - Main Thing

Peach Pit - Tommys Party

Radical Face - Summer Skeletons

Sea Wolf - Old Friend

Taylor Swift - seven

The Scary Jokes - Friends With You

Toby Fox - His Theme

Varsity - Krissy

Wicked - Defying Gravity

Laufey - Best friend

depeche mode - never let me down again

Ghost Mice - Free Pizza For Life

Taylor Swift and HAIM - No body, no crime

The Chicks - Goodbye Earl

Gang of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Are part of Crime Song Bracket (2 from 28):

Anthony Warlow - Alive

Jhariah - Knives Are Dangerous, Kid, So Cut the Theatrics!

Creature feature - The art of poisoning

Crooked Still - Wind and Rain/Twa Sisters

Danny Gonzales - I'm gonna kill Santa Claus

Death Grips - Beware

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Kanannon - The Riddle Solver Who Can't Solve Riddles

KuragePChururira - Chururira Daddadda

Lemon Demon - Sweet Bod

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Sodikken - people eater

steampianisti - feed

Teddy Hyde - Terry's Taxidermy

The Beatles - Maxwell’s Silver Hammer

The Cranberries - The icicle melts

The Garages - Firewalker with me

The Protomen - The Hounds

Tom Lehrer - Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

Warrant - Uncle Tom's Cabin

Yugami-P - Alice human sacrifice

The Stupendium - Fiend Like Me

Eliza Carthy - Mrs Dyer The Baby Farmer

George Ezra - Drawing Board

The Mechanisms - Lucky Sevens

The Crane Wives - Curses

Louis Armstrong - Mack the Knife

Panic! At The Disco - Time to Dance

Are part of Addiction Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

AJR - Weak

Linkin Park- Breaking The Habit

SIAMÉS - THE WOLF

Dresden Dolls - My Alcoholic Friends

Eric Clapton - Cocaine

Florence + The Machine - Morning Elvis

Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses

grandson - Overdose; Pain Shopping

Jack Stauber - Coffee

Ringo Starr - The No No Song

The Living Tombstone - Drunk

The replacements - Here comes a regular

Are part of Fame Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

Albert Hammond - It never rains in southern California

Bug Hunter - Disco! in the Panic Room

Grand Commander - Fuck you im going underground

John Douglass aka jacksfilms - We're all just assholes talking to a camera

Måneskin - Gossip

The neighbourhood - Wires

Taylor Swift - Long Live

Are part of Supernatural Song Bracket (4 from 36):

Heather Dale - Black Fox

Lord Huron - Dead Man’s Hand

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Lemon Demon - Cabinet Man

Ludo - Lake Pontchartrain

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin

Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla

Bobby "boris" Pickett - monster mash

Charming Disaster - Wishing Well

Creature feature - The Greatest Show Unearthed

David Bowie - Magic dance

Feuerschwanz - Untot im Drachenboot

Single File - Zombies Ate My Neighbors

The Darkness - Black Shuck

The Longest Johns - Moby Duck

Weird Al Yankovic - Jurassic Park

Periphery - Reptile

steampianist - to our colorful scintillating future

Nancy Kerr - Fragile Water

The Hush Sound - Lighthouse

Cave mouth - Hecate

Kurt Elling - Nature boy

S. J. Tucker - Cheshire Kitten

The Living Tombstone ft. BSlick & Crusher-P - 1000 Doors

Jessica Law - Raising the Dead!

the forgetmenauts - charlatan in red

Everything Everything - Leviathan

The Searchers - Love Potion Number Nine

Tenacious D - Tribute

Thoushaltnot - The Haunted Phonograph

Heather Dale - Changeling Child

The lab rats - Devil's train

The Mechanisms - The Riddle Of The Sphinx

S.J. Tucker - Song of the Witches

Bug Hunter - 2 Bed, 2 Bath, and a Ghost

Are part of Piracy/Western Song Bracket (1 from 16):

Fish in a Birdcage Rule #23 - Birds of a Feather

Alestorm - Drink

The Longest Johns - The Last Bristolian Pirate; Wellerman

Master Bones Jangle - The Derelict

Brillig - The old captain

The Arrogant Worms - The Last Sasketchewan Pirate

Stan Rogers - Barrett’s Priveteers

The Longest Johns - Off to Sea

Brian David Gilbert - Pumpkin Cowboy

glen campbell - Rhinestone Cowboy

Jim Croce - You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Marty Robbins - Big Iron

Tom Cardy - The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy

John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads

Are part of Positivity Song Bracket (4 from 52):

AURORA - Running with the wolves

Avril Lavigne - Here's to Never Growing Up

Bon Jovi - It's My Life

Brent Morgan - Gonna Be Okay

Caleb Hyles - Amber and Rain

Chip Skylark - My Shiny Teeth and Me

Colbie Caillat - Try

Death - Let The World Turn

Death Cab for Cutie - Grapevine Fires

Delta Rae - Dance in the Graveyards

dodie - Secret for the Mad

Elsa - Show Yourself

Florence and the machine - daffodil

Go! Child - Outro

Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - Wake Up Everybody

I Fight Dragons - Disaster Hearts

Jeff Williams - This Life is Mine

Jimmy Cliff - You Can Get It If You Really Want It

Kenny Loggins - Footloose

Lord Huron - Until the Night Turns

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World

Måneskin - Zitti E buoni

MARINA - Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Mother Mother - Infinitesimal

OR3O - Living on

Paloma Faith - Upside Down

Rachel Platten - Fight Song

Rhett and Link - I'm On Vacation

Rhythm Heaven - Beautiful One Day

Rise Against - Tragedy + Time

Something Else Yt - I’m Something Else

Sonic adventure 2 - Escape from the city

Stan Rogers - The Mary Ellen Carter

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Steppen Wolf - Born The Be Wild

Surfaces - Sunday Best

Tamino - Indigo Night

The Black-Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling

The Cog is Dead - Weird

The Crane Wives - Volta; Turn Out The Lights

The Crüxshadows - Quicksilver

The Mowglis - Bad Dream

Thomas Rhett - Be a Light

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz - I'm Me

Jack Johnson - Upside Down

VHS Christmas Carol - Christmas Electricity

Frank Sinatra - My Way

Tank and the Bangas - Black Folk

Survivor - Eye of the Tiger

The Stupendium - Shine Through

Are part of Mortality Song Bracket (4 from 54):

AJR - Bang!

Bears in Trees - Doing This Again!

Beth Kinderman - Refusal of the Call

Bowling for Soup - 1985

Coldplay - Viva la Vida

Dan Deacon - When I Was Done Dying

Dayglow - Junior Varsity

Death Cab for Cutie - Gold Rush

Ed Sheeran - Castle on the Hill

Eurielle - City of the Dead

House Phone - Drinking Song

Jeff Williams feat. Meredith Hagan - Contact Redux

Lord Huron - Frozen Pines

Lorde - Ribs

Madilyn Mei - Have I Outgrown Minecraft?

Megadeth - Time: The Beginning

My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade; The Foundations Of Decay

No, really - Beginning of the end

Oingo Boingo - Dead man's party

Rusty Cage - The Hearse Song

Orla Gartland - Souvenirs

Pale Waves - Act My Age

Peter, Paul, and Mary - Puff the Magic Dragon

Pim Stones - We Have It all

Radical Face - All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye)

Saintseneca - How many blankets are in the world?

The arcadian wild - The graduate

the cast of Adventure Time - Time Adventure

The Crane Wives - Keep You Safe

The Gregory Brothers - The Last Goodbye

The Kingston Trio - Where Have All The Flowers Gone

the mountain goats - pale green things; bleed out

the replacements - birthday gal

They Might Be Giants - Am I Awake?

Too Small the Limelight - Anatomy of a Car Crash

Will Wood - Cicada Days; Euthanasia

Yorushika - Say it

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

half.alive - creature

The Hoosiers - Goodbye Mr A

The Hush Sound - That's Okay

Judy Kuhn - Just Around the Riverbend

The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby

The Mechanisms - Losing Track

The Audreys - Sometimes the Stars

Eve - Fight Song

John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change

Jukebox the Ghost - Fire In the Sky/Where are all the Scientists Now?/A Matter of Time

Jessica Law - Six Years

The Highwaymen - Highwayman

Are part of Morality Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

Yorushika - Say it

Twisted the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier - Twisted

The Oh Hellos - Dear Wormwood

Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world

Are part of Alter Ego/Duality Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Anthony Warlow - Confrontation

grandson - The Ballad of G and X

Eden Espinosa and Jeremy Jordan - Nothing Left to Lose

Brasma - Oh, Funny! (How The Sea Goes Round)

Jessica Law - Jekyll & Hyde 4eva

The Amazing Devil - Farewell Wanderlust

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Let It Out

Will Wood - Dr Sunshine is Dead

Billy Idol - Plastic Jesus

Hozier and Bear McCreary - Blood upon the snow

NF - HOPE

Street People - Facade

Are part of Music Song Mini Bracket (1 from 14):

Billy Joel - Piano Man

Bob Seger - Old Time Rock n Roll

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode

Death - David's dream

Heaven Pierce Her - Altars of Apostasy

Johann Sebastian Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D minor

KEYGEN CHURCH - Tenebre Rosso Sangue

OMORI - not-so-empty house

Saint Motel - A Good Song Never Dies

Tally Hall - Welcome to Tally Hall

Wild Cherry - Play that Funky Music

Don McLean - American Pie

Sarah Bareilles - Love Song

Kenny Loggins - One Small Voice

Are part of Dance Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

ABBA - Dancing Queen

Caramell - Caramelldansen

dArtagnan - Tanz in den Mai

Loosey Laduca - Let Loose

Miriam Makaba - Pata Pata

The Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian

The Spinners - The Rubberband Man

Are part of Sci-Fi Song Bracket (1 from 20):

Basset - Perfect Human

Brendon Small - The Ocean Galaktik

Bryce Dessner, Sufjan Stevens, James McAlister, Nic Muhly - Jupiter

Heather Sanders - Call the Navigator

Portal - Still alive

Qbomb - 1000000 ad

Steam powered giraffe - Brass goggles

Heather Dale - I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing?)

TWRP - Starlight Brigade

Brad Sucks - Lonely

Mili - String Theocracy

Cepheid - Goddess

The Mechanisms - Lost in The Cosmos; Alice; Redeath; Frankenstein; Gunpowder Tim vs. The Moon Kaiser

Train - Drops of Jupiter

The Killers - Spaceman

Alderon Tyran - Dawson's Christian

The Hound + The Fox - The Paradox

Are part of Social issues Song Bracket (2 from 44):

A perfect circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum

Billy Joel - We Didn't Start the Fire

Bo Burnham - Channel 5 News

Bob Marley & The Wailers - I Shot the Sheriff

concrete blonde - god is a bullet

Eddie Grant - Electric Avenue

Geoff Berner - Daloy polizei

grandson - Dirty; Is This What You Wanted; Bills; Blood // Water

Harry Belafonte Day OIskwe - Little Star

John Lennon - Working Class Hero

konstrakta - in corpore sano

Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows

Les Misérables Cast - Do You Hear the People Sing

lovejoy - the fall

Megson - Generation Rent

muse - explorers

Newsies Cast - Watch What Happens

Poor Man's Poison - Feed the Machine

Shayfer James - Weight of the World

Shinedown - Planet Zero

Steampianist - Dream Eating Machine

Steven Sondheim - Another national anthem

Suzanne Vega - Luka

The Beatles - Black Bird

The Black-Eyed Peas - Where is the Love

The Crane Wives - The Hand That Feeds

The Strokes - The Adults Are Talking

Tikkle Me - Blow My Brains Out

Tom Morello, Shea Diamond, Dan Reynolds, The Bloody Beetroots - Stand Up

Arcade Fire - We exist

Vienna Teng - The Hymn of Axiom

Froukje - Groter Dan Ik

Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

James Currier - A Fertile Wood at Heart

Bring Me The Horizon - Happy Song

Ralph McTell - The Streets of London

Ren - Money Game 2

Hozier - Eat your young

Greek Fire - A Real Life

Rare Americans - Love Is All I Bring

Penelope Scott - Dead girls

Are part of Biographic Song/Character Theme Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Boney M. - Rasputin

Don Mclean - Vincent

TeamFourStar - Alexander Anderson

The Cast of Centaurworld - The Nowhere King

They Might Be Giants - Doctor Worm

Tom Lehrer - Lobachevsky

Sabaton - The Unkillable Soldier; White Death

Leonard Nimoy - The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins

Sonya Belousova - Toss a Coin to Your Witcher

Sabaton - Father

Mili - Salt Pepper Birds and the Thought Police

Weird Al Yankovic - The Jedi Song

The Doubleclicks - Wonder

Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky

Jim's Big Ego - The Ballad of Barry Allen

The Mechanisms - Hereward The Wake

Sabaton - A Ghost in the Trenches

Are part of Creativity/Tropes/Games Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

David Bowie - Life on Mars?

Foster the People - Best Friend

Waterparks - Mad All the Time Nicholas Karr and Scott Wozniak - Stupid Nintendo games

Jason Charles Miller - Your Turn to Roll

the mountain goats - wage wars get rich die handsome

Will Wood - The Main Character

Are part of Faith Song Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Arcade Fire - Here Comes The Night Time

concrete blonde - tomorrow, wendy

Eric Clapton - Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Ghost - He Is

Joan Osborne - One Of Us

K-modo - You will believe

Lemon Demon - Ask For Nothing

mewithoutYou - The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate

Moon walker - I'm afraid I'll go to heaven

the crane wives - the garden

the oh hellos - passerine

The Rare Occasions - Notion

Ben Caplan - Birds With Broken Wings

GHOST - Honey I’m Home

The Dear Hunter - Wait

The Narcissist Cookbook - Apple

Therapy? - Turn

Tub Ring - Impress Your Creators

Are part of Gender Song preliminary poll (1 from 11):

green day - king for a day

Mother mother - Verbatim

Penny parker - Metamorphosis

She/her/hers - Gender is boring

Shea Diamond - I Am Her

teniwoha - Villain

Will Wood - I/Me/Myself

Christine and the Queens/Red Car - Christine

the replacements - androgynous

Ezra Furman - Maraschino-Red Dress $8.99 From Goodwill

The Doubleclicks - I'm Winning

Are part of Womanhood Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Dolly Parton - 9 to 5

Emilie Autumn - Thank God I'm Pretty

Little Simz - Woman

LOONA - So What

Queen - Killer Queen

Florence + The Machine - King

Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money

The Crane Wives - Ribs

Veruca Salt - Seether

Alvan & Ahez - Fulenn

Reba McEntire - Fancy

Seanan McGuire - Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves

Are part of Travel/Journey Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The Beatlesøns - The Yukon Song

Byrds - 8 Miles High

The High Kings - The Rocky Road to Dublin

The Mountain Goats - Parisian Enclave

Shakushain - Wednesday Campanella

Hadestown Cast - Wait for Me

Are part of Greed Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The 88 feat. Lorax Cast - Biggering

Lemon Demon - Redesign Your Logo

Patrick Stump - Greed

Pink Williams - The Devil is Real

Dire Straits - Industrial Disease

The Oncler - How Bad Can I Be?

Are part of Dystopia/Propaganda/Preconceptions Song preliminary poll (1 from 9):

The Stupendium - The Fine Print

The Stupendium - Rest Employed

The Stupendium - And So We Fall

The Stupendium & Dan Bull - It's A Joy

Crusher-P - Propaganda!

Hadestown Cast - Why we build the wall

Encanto Cast - We Don't Talk About Bruno

Connor Spiotto - The Villain I Appear To Be

Raye Zaragoza - They Say

Are part of preliminary Nature Song poll (1 from 4):

S. J. Tucker - Firebird's child

Eddie Rabbitt - I Love A Rainy Night

John Anderson - Seminole Wind

Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss

Are part of preliminary Marriage/Divorce Song poll (1 from 4):

Cécile Corbel - Le bal de chats

The mountain goats - No children

AJR - My Play

Cavetown - Devil Town

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 24

Day 24 - Thermoception (heat or cold in the environment)

“I’m not built for the cold. I hate it.” Daniel grumbles, hands jammed into the pocket of his hoodie. His nose is red from the freezing air but you can’t even really give him shit about not dressing appropriately; he’s got a beanie over his hair and ears and you watched him put thick socks on before you left the apartment. He’s even wearing boots instead of his Vans.

You step closer to him, worm your arm through the space near his elbow. “Come here, we can huddle for warmth.” You’re almost tripping over each other you’re walking so close but he starts to giggle, jiggling his elbow so you’re off balance. “If I go, you’re coming with me.” You warn.

It only seems to egg him on.

“Let’s go ice skating.” Scotty suggests once you’ve nearly tripped over each other more than once. “Clearly you kids need to burn off some energy.”

“I don’t do cold weather sports.” Daniel whines, jabbing his elbow into your ribs.

“He doesn’t want to get beat at winter sports.” You crow, elbowing him back.

“Hey! How about get fucked!” Daniel shoves you harder but wraps his hand around your wrist lightening fast to stop you falling.

You cling onto his hand, laughing. “You fucking asshole.” You step behind him and put your hands on his shoulders. “Piggy back.”

He catches you easily once you jump, hooks his hands under your thighs. “Your noble steed.”

Scotty fake wretches. “Oh my god you two are disgusting, I can’t deal with it.”

You don’t look over your shoulder, but you hear Chloe thump Scotty on the chest. “Shut up, they’re so cute.”

“Actually this is much warmer, we’re onto something here.” Daniel says as he walks along, chin tucked into the circle of your arms around his neck.

You squeeze his shoulders and kiss the skin on his neck, warm against your lips. “Big brain moves, babe.”

He snorts, still carrying you easily.

By the time you get to Bryant Park everyone is chatting around you and Daniel puts you down on your own two feet again. “Do we have to, I’m so shit at ice skating.” He tries again.

You reach up to pat him on the cheek with a grin. “It’s alright Bambi, I’ll help you.” You turn back to the group as he splutters. “Shall we get one of the igloo things after? We’ve got a bit of time before we have to be back.”

Chloe grins. “Love it, great idea. With cocktails, yeah?”

“Exactly, that’s why it’s an after skating activity.”

The ice isn’t particularly busy, and you think you must have unwittingly timed it well, coming after they finished the photoshoot for Daniel’s merchandise collection. You do a lap while Daniel fusses putting the hire skates on, muscle memory from a childhood spent on rinks coming back easily.

“Well well well, look at you go, you kept that quiet.” Blake laughs as you glide around him.

“I’m a woman of many talents, I’ll have you know.”

You slow to a stop in front of the entry gate and rock back and forward waiting for Daniel.

He huffs as he walks clumsily on the rubber mats towards you. “These are like, my least favourite things, the cold and-”

“Not being good at something immediately?” You finish for him. “It’s for fun, my love. Come on.” You say encouragingly. “You’ve rollerbladed before, right?”

“Not well.” He mutters, taking your hands. “I like bikes and shit that isn’t like...attached to my feet.”

You laugh but squeeze his hands. “So, keep your knees a little bent and just push and glide.”

“Oh yeah it’s just that simple...” He concentrates for about a quarter of the rink and then looks at you with wide eyes. “Hang on, you’re going backwards.”

“Well yeah, I grew up ice skating.”

“Surely that’s unsafe.”

You realise once he’s talking that he’s moving his legs without really thinking about it. “I’m not gonna start doing hockey stops in front of kids or anything.”

“Who do you reckon was the first person who was like; oh I know, I’m gonna strap fuckin' knives to my feet to get around?”

“Genius, honestly.”

“Nah.”

You keep him talking, pushing backwards as he pushes forwards. “Daniel, you’ve done two laps and you haven’t even noticed.”

“I...oh.” He grins his stupid megawatt grin right at you. “Fuck yeah, I can ice skate.”

You let go of one of his hands and half turn to skate beside him, holding the other one.

The rest of the session passes without incident, and he chases you once he’s properly got his legs under him. By the time you’re putting your shoes back on both of your cheeks are red, flushed from the cold and exertion.

It’s warm in the fake igloo, with mulled wine and apple cider steaming in paper cups held in cold fingers. Daniel pulls you down onto the same chair as him, legs draped across his lap. “For warmth.” He says out loud, to a chorus of laughter.

“Thanks for teaching me.” He says into your ear, breath tickling the skin there.

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sweetrole · 2 years

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Mason: Do you know who's perfect?

Theo: Liam.

Mason: Well, yes but I was going to say-

Hayden: Gwen, Obviously.

Mason: Wait no, I mean yes, but-

Lori: Alec.

Mason: Wait, you guys finally..? Never mind I was going to say-

Nolan: Chess.

Mason: CHESS ISN'T EVEN A PERSON!

Liam: I also think Gwen's perfect.

Mason: EVERYBOADY SHUT UP! COREY BRYANT IS THE MOST PERFECT PERSON TO EVER WALK THE EARTH!

Corey, walking into the room: Why is Mason standing on a table?

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@theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2023: day 3b: platonic relationship — corey

No matter how much time passed, Theo always had a lingering feeling that Corey Bryant would always hate him. (And he'd be completely right for it, too. You don't just forgive someone who killed your friends.)

That is, until the moment when he was about to die.

He had taken more damage than he thought he had.

Theo stepped back from Gabe's quiet body and stumbled—he almost tripped over his own feet.

"Hey!" Liam was immediately there, catching him and helping him over to a nearby wall.

"There's wolfsbane in the bullets," Theo quickly diagnosed. "Fire! Burn it out,"

"I'll get it!" Liam said, hurrying off. Ms. McCall and Mason followed, but Corey stayed behind.

Theo thought that Corey's hands were on him, taking his pain, but he couldn't be sure. He took his hand off his shoulder for a moment, just to examine the damage—

"—Fuck." He exhaled.

Corey's eyes followed his own. The blood that stained his hand wasn't red.

"But you're not a failure," Corey said, his voice wavering.

Black blood ran down Theo's palm.

"Right?"

Theo looked up at him, his heart beating a million times a minute in his ears. He held his shoulder again, tighter this time. "I don't—"

"—You're not." Corey insisted, and now Theo was sure that his hand was on his arm. Black veins ran up Corey's arm, taking the excruciating burning feeling that Theo felt coursing through him.

Liam's shouts echoed from another room, the scent of smoke and Mason and Ms. McCall's apologies following it.

"Corey, look at me." Theo said, gasping out a painful and bitter laugh. "It's a wonder that it isn't coming out of my mouth."

"Theo, I swear—"

"—I don't think there's anymore serum left," Theo told him, voice growing weak. "You'll have to check the operating theatre—"

"—Jesus Christ, you're not fucking dying!" Corey yelled.

"Aren't I?" Theo asked, defeated. "Black blood, then mercury. And we both know what happens after mercury."

Corey stared at him bitterly, his grip growing stronger. Theo breathed, shutting his eyes for a moment. The blood wasn't stopping, even with his hand on the wound.

"Anything you want me to say to Tracy and Josh?"

"No," He felt Corey stare at him, taken aback. "Because you're not dying."

"Just let me go, Corey." Theo said, twisting his arm so he could hold Corey's forearm. "Go back there and help them with Liam."

"No." Corey spat, his other hand moving to reach for Theo's shoulder. "He's going to be okay. You're—"

"—About to die, anyway." Theo interrupted. He felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

"Shut up." Corey said, turning to face the direction where Liam's shouts came from. "Hurry! He's gonna pass out!"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Theo said, leaning his head weakly on Corey's arm. "It'll just be one less thing to worry about."

Liam swore loudly from the other room.

"You're supposed to be smart, Theo!" Corey said, nudging his arm just enough so it jostled his head.

"Take care of Liam for me, yeah?" Theo requested quietly.

"Smart enough to see that you're going to survive this." Corey's voice was closer, now. His voice lowered to a near-whisper. "You're not a goddamn burden."

"I'm a cheap knock-off at best." Theo said darkly.

"If you're a cheap knock-off, then what am I?" Corey asked softly.

"A better version." It took too much of Theo's strength to lift his head to make eye contact with him. "With better powers and personality."

Corey looked like he had a bit of a smile in his eyes when Liam, Mason, and Ms. McCall's footsteps started running towards them. "I don't think you'd be able to joke if you were about to die."

"I can do whatever the hell I want," Theo said, hanging his head again. "Dread Doctors can't boss me around anymore."

"And they never will again." Corey reassured. "Stay awake for like, three more seconds. They're coming."

Theo didn't try all that hard, but Corey moved him every now and then in an attempt to keep him conscious.

He could make out the sound of Liam's panicked voice and claws in his shoulder before the fire hit him.

Intense heat, concentrated into the bullet wound instantly woke him up, his eyes glowing and a roar passing through the hospital corridor.

"Stay with me, Theo," Someone begged, and he couldn't figure out who it was.

The fire stopped, and Theo slumped back down, caught by Liam and Corey's hands.

"See? What did I tell you," Corey said, panting. "You're going to be okay."

To be fair, Corey wasn't someone who was usually wrong about things.

#my posts #my writing #theo #corey #theoweek23 #theoappreciationweek23 #theoappercationweek23

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KOBE BRYANTS DAUGHTER WAS THE 22 HAT SHUT UP IM CRYING SO HARD

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Law & Love Chapter 10

A/N: This chapter and the next might be triggering to some so here's my warning. READ WITH CAUTION! I don't know how to warn against what's in this chapter without giving away what's in this chapter.

THEN

"Wait," I jump up, in shock at the surprising turn of events. "What the hell is going on?"

NOW

Jenny takes pity on my and once Deb is secured in a pair of cuffs and seated, she explains her accusation.

“Joey Bryant is the estranged son of Debra Wilhawks. He came back into her life about, what 2 years ago?” Jenny looked to her prisoner for confirmation but got silence. “A year ago, they got into a big disagreement about her dog because Joey’s girlfriend, at the time, was allergic. He filed a petition to have the animal removed from the premises.

“Of course, with Ms. Wilhawks being the owner of the residence the petition wasn’t granted. That’s when it was discovered that Mr. Bryant was her son. Say, whatever happened to the girlfriend?”

Once again Deb is reticent. Y/N can’t help but look at her former friend in disbelief.

“Why? Why did he think he and I were a thing?”

At that, Deb smirks. She fucking smiles like the cat who caught the canary. “Because the sex was great. When I would talk about you he would fuck me like a wild man. I would give him fantasies of the two of you together….with me. It made him maniacal.”

The cackle that Deb lets out puts chills on Y/N’s whole body. She is deranged, psychotic! Deb had been using her as a means to fuck her own son?! Y/N is mortified.

“You know, I’ll tell you what I’m going to miss,” Deb says. “I’m going to miss that dick. Fuck, if it wasn’t a good dick. Thick, a little on the shorter side but it got the job done. Boy knew how to use what I gifted him with. He loved putting it in his mommy’s pussy. Would tell me all the time.”

Seems that now Deb has begun to talk, she apparently isn’t going to shut up.

“He’d say ‘Mommy, your pussy is so good I could live in it’ ‘Mommy’s tight pussy loves her son’s dick in it’. Oh, but when I started talking about you, sweetheart……oh, he would pound me wide open. I’d walk funny for days. Didn’t you ever notice?

“No, I guess not because that new Sheriff caught your attention pretty quick. I can tell you this, daarlin’” she drawls it out, mocking Beau’s nickname for me. “He’ll never be able to make you feel as good as Joey would have.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Jenny announces as she picks Deb up by the armpit and pushes her out the diner door.

Y/N sits in the same spot, dazed. She had liked Deb. Deb seemed to be a nice person, taking Y/N under her wing when she got the job and training her. They were friends, or so Y/N thought.

All this time, Deb had been grooming her for some lewd liaison with her son. How gross!

"Are you alright?" The voice is barely above a whisper but it still makes Y/N jump. "Sorry, girl. Didn't mean to scare ya."

Y/N turns to see Pops standing at the kitchen door. He looks concerned and uneasy. Pops isn't a big talker, though, so Y/N understands the anxiety.

"Did you know?" she asks instead of answering his inquiry. "About Deb and-"

"Had an inkling," Pops tells her. "I see and hear a lot that no one realizes. I'd hear her on the phone out back sometimes. Put two and two together."

"It's disgusting," Y/N says with a shiver. "She was…..you know, with her son. And was going to try to bring me into it?"

"Everyone has secrets, lil one," Pops says and then disappears into the kitchen, the swinging door swaying.

Beau is all smiles as they drive back off the mountain. Emily had actually been happy to see him. She hugged him and told him she misses him. His dad heart was elated.

As soon as he turns the truck onto the paved road, heading into town, his phone starts going crazy. He pulls it off the dash to investigate.

*3 missed calls from J. Hoyt

*2 texts from J. Hoyt

*1 message from Deputy Harris

*3 Voicemails

"Someone's popular," Cassie states as her own phone begins ringing. "It's Jen. Hello?"

Beau can hear her voice but can't make out exactly what she's saying.

"Yea. Yea. Okay. No shit! Really? Oh my god! Eww. Yeaha, I'll tell him. We're headed back now. See you in a few."

Cassie hangs up and puts her phone on her lap. "Seems we missed some excitement. It involves Y/N, so you might wanna step on it; sounds like she may need you."

Beau doesn't ask any questions, just pushes the pedal to the floor and speeds across the asphalt toward town.

As soon as they enter the city limits, Cassie tells the Sheriff to drop her at the station and for him to go to the diner, so that's exactly what he does.

Pulling up in the parking lot, Beau is surprised to see the spaces are all empty and there is a sign on the door announcing the diner is "Temporarily Closed".

He parks right in front and jumps out of the vehicle, foregoing his signature Stetson. The door is locked but not long after he knocks, the old man that Beau recognizes as the cook wanders over and lets him in.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Over here," he hears her say as Pops points toward the darkened corner of the restaurant. That's when Beau notices the lights are off.

As he steps to the right to head toward Y/N, he sees it- a huge blood stain on the floor. 'What the hell happened while I was gone?' he thinks to himself but lets that thought go so he can go comfort his girlfriend.

Is she his girlfriend, though? They had just decided to date so does that warrant the title of girlfriend/boyfriend? He didn't have a definitive answer so he just goes with it. For all intentions and purposes, Y/N Y/L/N was his girlfriend.

"Hey," he says as he reaches her. "Everything okay? What happened?"

Y/N doesn't answer. She just wraps her arms around his waist and cries into his chest. Deep, body-shaking sobs; sobs that he has no idea how to quell so he holds her and allows her to get it out. The questions can wait.

Beau is seeing red! The more he listens and watches this man admit to stalking Y/N and how he talks of the two of them being a couple completely pisses him off.

"Who is this asshat?" he asks Jenny, who is sitting across the desk.

"Joseph Paul Bryant. He came to live here about 2 years ago."

"And any reason why he honed in on Y/N?"

"It's, uuh….it's in my report."

Beau quirks an eyebrow at his associate. "Okay?"

Beau feels Hoyt's eyes on him as he begins reading her account of the crime.

Halfway through reading, he stops and sits the paperwork on his desk. "What the hell? He was her son? She was sleeping with her son?"

"Oh, it gets better," Hoyt states. " Keep reading."

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"You learned to fight, to survive, to shut down to keep your guard up, to hold your breath, to expect nothing and be prepared for anything. In this season, may you learn to breathe, laugh, sleep, dance, love, be free, be yourself, blossom... again or for the first time.” ~Dr. Thema Bryant

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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter fourteen

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March 13th, 2019

The door clicked shut behind Sophie, her footsteps faded down the hall when Jason turned to see you. His hands were in his pockets, tie loose around his neck when a dimple appeared on his cheek. “Well, there’s that.”

“She’s not going to tell anyone,” you waved him off quickly, stretching out on the sofa. You were too drunk to have a serious conversation at this time of night.

“I know,” he laughed, still standing in the center of the room. “But she is a character.”

“She is,” you agreed, reaching for the glass of water once more. Another sip, he watched in silence and you wondered if the weed was a good enough excuse to say your thoughts out loud. You took the chance.

“So--you didn’t like Connor.”

His eyes met yours, unreadable like he couldn’t tell if you were challenging him or just observing. When you let your head fall back against the cushions and your eyes closed, he laughed a little, coming to sit beside you.

“I don’t know Connor.”

“You didn’t seem to like him,” you opened one eye and watched him for a sign of emotion. His elbows were on his knees, he stared off into space and the clock on the wall ticked to remind you that graduation was hurdling closer with every second.

He looked over at you now, caught you looking and smiled. “You’re allowed to date him.”

This brought you back to the same solar system. You sat up quickly, your eyes bugged out of your head. “What?”

He shrugged, unsure why this caused such a reaction.

“I just met him tonight--”

“He was obviously interested in you--”

“He’s Max’s little brother!”

“--seeing as he wouldn’t leave you alone all night.”

“You’re the one who was rude at the end of the night to him.”

Both of you were more emotional now, a charge in your words that hadn’t been there before. “Because he seemed to think that you’d end up going home with him.”

“So you were jealous,” you said it quickly, a nod to confirm that your suspicion was true--with or without his input.

He blinked a few times, shrugged a shoulder and fought the smirk that threatened to rat him out. He stood from the couch and turned, offering his hand to help you up. “Forgive me for thinking that I’m the one you go home with.”

With one look he’d managed to shift courses, avoid the tension that was mounting and defuse the bomb of uncertainty that beeped somewhere in the distance. You laughed a little, felt the thumping in your chest when he nodded towards the bathroom. “Wanna shower?”

March 24th, 2019

He waited on the sidewalk, texted mindlessly when you tried to get your mom off the phone.

“Okay, mom, yeah—I’ll let you know.”

Your aunt’s birthday, a girls trip to New York, you could take them to the museums!

You’d check your calendar and get back to her, but your lunch break wasn’t the time for this conversation. You promised to call later, smiled apologetically when you turned back to him and started walking. Over toward Bryant Park, a left turn when he asked.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “My mom’s planning a trip to town, she’s got a lot of questions.”

He glanced over at you when you crossed the street, a nod to your shared midwestern roots. “Sounds about right.”

“What are you in the mood for?” You looked up to a neon sign overhead, gyros, falafel, chicken wings.

He slowed, looked inside the windows of a dine-in option. White table cloths and polished servers and he shrugged: why not?

Unexpected but you allowed it, followed him inside and read over the menus and listened to the specials. Your brows didn’t raise in surprise until he ordered a bottle of champagne.

He played it off with a shrug once the waiter departed. “You know, for your birthday.”

“Not this again,” you rolled your eyes, hesitant to give too serious of a reply.

“Not this again,” he repeated your words and rolled his eyes in jest. “Relax, okay? It’s a business lunch.”

Delated. You hid the disappointment on your face when the waiter reappeared with two flutes and the bottle. You watched as the bubbles raced towards the surface, smiled in appreciation and lifted a glass, just like he did.”

Awkward, and both of you knew it. Somewhere along the line the lines got more blurry and now you were six months in and playing pretend didn’t always feel so pretend, somehow. He cleared his throat.

“Here’s to twenty-eight.”

“Right,” you forced a smile.

He shifted in his seat at that, kept your gaze for a second before he asked: “are you upset with me?”

Your forehead wrinkled with confusion, the sip of champagne slid down your throat and you almost coughed in surprise. “What? No. Why--why would I be?”

He shrugged, almost like he wished he could backtrack now that he’d seen your reaction. He smiled a little, let his head tilt from side to side when he hesitated. “First I didn’t know it was your birthday, didn’t tell you about the core faculty thing, then it felt like I did a good job of pissing you off the other night--” he glanced around quickly when he realized the conversation topic was risky for such a public setting. “Regarding, y’know, Max’s brother.”

Ah, the moment you’d been waiting for: when he set you up for a slam dunk totally casual response to remind him that two could play whatever game he’d been playing for so long.

“It’s fine,” you said quickly. “And the core faculty thing is none of my business.”

Right? Right.

His eyebrows rose at that, he took another sip of champagne and nodded. “Well, Dean Vasquez let me know today that everything should be finalized by the end of the semester and next year it’ll be official.”

You couldn’t help but grin, you leaned forward and put your elbows on the table. “You deserve it,” you nodded, a soft smile. “I’m really proud of you.”

He squirmed a little in the metaphorical spotlight, made a face like it was no big deal. “To twenty-eight and promotions.”

You listened to him talk about it, smiled at the excitement in his voice after you both ordered. The comfort and ease between you felt reassuring and confusing all at once, how did that one kiss land you here?

And better yet, how were you supposed to address whatever this was and whatever it meant when in a few short months your dynamic would shift again?

He reached for his wallet after a while, you didn’t have forever and there’d already be too many questions about what took so long and where you’d eaten.

But you couldn’t let him pay for this like it meant something, couldn’t let yourself feel that level of hope or excitement. “You don’t have to pay,” you grabbed your own wallet, “let me split it with you.”

“Y/N, it’s fine,” he smiled.

“No, I mean it--”

“It was your birthday,” he reminded, eyes expectant as he waited to see how you’d challenge him.

“Yeah but,” the words pushed past your lips and landed on the table with an awkward thud. “You don’t have to care about that.”

He shrugged one shoulder, simple, quietly, like he didn’t really know what to say except for the truth. “But I do.”

You shook your head, a reminding smile: “you’re my advisor.”

“You’re my student,” he nodded, comfortable with the words and labels and…now he was on to you. “And I know I shouldn’t play favorites, but--can’t always help it.”

Your face felt hot, he caught your eye and smirked, handed his card to the waiter and then read an email from Charlie outloud. You walked back to 30 Rock, tried your best to shed whatever glow the lunchtime longing had left on your cheeks.

But you were metaphorically fucked. The constant push and pull had slithered into your brain and having sex with your professor was only half the problem.

The other half? Deciding what to do about it.

April 5th, 2019

Your phone was buzzing over and over in the pocket of your jeans. Not a phone call, not emails. Texts. And at this frequency, you knew without checking that it was Max in the group chat.

After what felt like the millionth notification you slid it out and eyed it, careful not to distract from the final presentation that Shayna Hillbringer had undoubtedly worked so hard on.

The classroom was dark for Shayna’s presentation and the semester was winding down. For third year graduating students, the start of April also meant the beginning of the end: final projects and papers and job applications as you hurtled toward the unknown.

Which is why, on this particular Friday night, you were sat in Jason’s classroom listening to Shayna ramble on about her experience working at an advertising agency.

It was fine. She was nice enough and the presentation was good enough. But of course you couldn’t focus with your phone blowing up as if the East Village was on fire.

Max Prescott (6:13pm): I’m hungry

Max Prescott (6:14pm): Are we doing anything tonight?

Max Prescott (6:14pm): Anyone want to grab dinner?

Sophie Mendez (6:14pm): I’m down! Finishing up stuff on set though, be done around 7

Naomi Halter (6:15pm): I just got home from work

Naomi Halter (6:15pm): You guys can come here! Take out?

Max Prescott (6:16pm): omg ok, let me get my life together

Max Prescott (6:16pm): Y/N????? Are you ditching us for daddy?

Sophie Mendez (6:16pm): Lmao (i’ll come when I’m out)

Naomi Halter (6:17pm): She has class, right?

Max Prescott (6:17pm): Yeah she does

Max Prescott (6:17pm): With daddy

You were about to thumb out a scathing reply, rub it in Max’s face that he was merely jealous of the fact that you were getting laid and he wasn’t.

But another text appeared at the top of your screen.

Jason Sudeikis (6:17pm): Can you at least pretend to pay attention?

You looked up at him quickly, but his eyes were already back on Shayna and her slide about storyboards for short-duration advertisements. What an ass.

You figured it’d be best to ignore all of them. Anything you replied to the group was just adding fuel to the fire, and replying to Jason’s text felt, well…not worth it. You decided that giving him a dirty look the next time he glanced in your direction would be good enough.

So you put your phone on do not disturb and did your best to stay focused. Shayna’s presentation finished early and for that he dismissed you all with ten minutes to spare. You took your time packing up, tried not to make it obvious that you, without a doubt, would be the last student in the room.

Maybe the others were somewhat aware of the relationship you had with him. Not the sexual one that happened behind closed doors (or in his office), but the mentor-mentee dynamic that this all stemmed from in the first place.

You congratulated Shayna on the completion of her coursework, loitered in the corner when she collected a graded rubric from Jason. Eventually the room thinned out and you were too buried in your phone to notice.

Y/N L/N (6:52pm): Just getting out of class, I can come by and hang for a while!

“Did you even catch a word she said?” He was eyeing you now from across the room. He slipped his laptop into his messenger bag and smirked, waiting to see what type of reaction he’d get.

“I was paying attention--but I had Max being a pain in my ass in the group chat.”

“I looked over there and you were reading that thing like a novella,” he teased.

You took a few steps closer to his desk in the corner of the room, offered a challenging smirk when he leaned against the side of it.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to go all professor on me right now.”

“Lest we forget that’s my actual job title,” he joked. But he wasn’t finished. He looked up at you now and shrugged. “I can’t let you get away with everything.”

“Well, professor,” you tilted your head to the side. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

He laughed, reached for his jacket that was slung over the back of his chair. “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Good,” you chuckled. “I don’t do well with punishment.”

His eyebrows quirked at that, you immediately rolled your eyes at the dumb look on his face. “I mean from teachers.”

“You don’t strike me as the kind to get in trouble too much,” he sat on the edge of the desk now, amused by where this was headed. “You give off way more of a goody-two-shoes vibe.”

“Hi--” Shayna’s voice caused both of your heads to snap towards the door. “Sorry--I just--I realized I left my thumb-drive on the podium,” she took a few awkward steps into the room, the look on her face told you she was confused by the distance between you, or, really, the lack thereof.

Jason cleared his throat and stood, suddenly back into the version of himself you’d become less familiar with the more time you spent with him. “No problem--we were just talking about Y/N’s project.”

Shayna smiled, almost like she knew his explanation was more for himself than for her. She held up the thumb-drive to show she’d been successful. “Have a good weekend,” she waved over her shoulder.

Once she turned down the hall you both deflated, Jason blew a puff of air from his mouth and rubbed at the base of his neck. “Okay--well, uh--I also am, you know, heading out.”

“Right,” you smirked a little, why was it a turn on to see him so flustered?

He caught your eye for a second but shouldered his bag. “Are you--uh--leaving too?”

“Yeah,” you threw a thumb towards the door. “I’m heading to Naomi’s.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “Then I won’t invite you for a drink.”

You walked with him now towards the classroom door with raised eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden change in demeanor. “You were going to invite me for a drink?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. But you have plans,” he smiled.

“I do,” you confirmed. “And I’d never hear the end of it if I ditched them for you.”

He laughed, turned left with you towards the elevators. “Wouldn’t want that.”

So you waved awkwardly once you were outside the main doors, gave the vague promise of we’ll talk this weekend. You figured that neither of you knew why, but you both knew you would. Somehow, someway, for some reason. Maybe you just liked each other.

But that thought felt too real and too wrong and the subway ride to Naomi’s left you sitting in silence on a crowded train with nothing but your own thoughts.

They had a glass of wine waiting for you once you pushed the door open, a movie on and pizza on the counter. When you sunk into the couch beside Max, he turned to see you.

“Guys…can I have some advice?” You said quickly, pouncing on the opportunity when Naomi looked over at you. Sophie grabbed the remote and paused the movie, Max straightened up and kept his eyes on you.

You laughed a little, apparently this was out of character. After a pause for dramatic effect, you admitted: “I have no idea what’s going to happen with me and Jason after we graduate.”

Silence. Max looked to Sophie, Sophie looked to Naomi.

Naomi shrugged, eyes wide at your confession. “What do you want to happen?”

There it was. The same question that had been circling your consciousness for months and weeks and days on end. You traced the pattern of Naomi’s sofa.

“That’s a loaded question.”

Max crossed his legs. “You’re still going to work with him, so--things are still…off limits, right?”

“They’re a lot less off limits as co-workers than as professor-student,” Sophie held up a finger.

“Right, I mean--he had a meeting with Charlie last week. Said NBC should get me my offer letter by the end of April.”

When you first kissed him you didn’t expect to wind up here. You never expected that you’d have any reason to see him post-grad and you certainly didn’t ever think you’d be his co-worker.

“You might hate me for saying this,” Naomi prefaced. “But somewhere along the lines it feels like this became a lot more serious than anyone thought it would be.”

You stared at her, nervous. “...What do you mean?”

Sophie and Max wondered too.

“Well, you guys are apparently having sleepovers now,” she looked over to Sophie. Of course Sophie had immediately filled Max and Naomi in. “Like, regularly.”

“Twice,” you said. Wait. No. “Three times?”

Max’s eyes doubled in size, hearing a number slapped on there made it all real. “And you guys haven’t talked about after graduation?”

“No,” you said honestly. “Only in the work context.”

Sophie had been quiet. Her eyes were narrowed and you knew--based solely on the look on her face--that the wheels were turning. “Do you want to stop sleeping with him?”

The real answer was no. Of course not. But the responsible, mature, graduating adult figured that something like this might be better left in the past.

“I don’t know.”

“Elaborate, please,” Max pushed. That wasn’t a good enough answer.

You let out a dramatic sigh. “I mean, I like hooking up with him. I like spending time with him and you know, the sex is really good.”

They all liked that answer, smiles spread across the room but you held up a hand. “But it feels--” you stopped.

“It feels what?” Sophie asked, eager to hear where you were going.

“How am I supposed to bring this up to him? Admit that maybe I have some emotions or feelings about…him…or us, and--see? I don’t even know what to say! All of that would freak him the fuck out.”

Sophie was unimpressed, her mouth hung open like she thought you were being fucking stupid. “Aren’t we past the stage where you try not to spook him? You know, pretend you’re more normal than you are?”

“No!” You said quickly, shocked by her implication. “How would we be past that stage?”

“Because you guys aren’t just casually hooking up anymore,” Max looked at you like you had three heads.

“We’re not?” You asked.

“Did he buy you a birthday gift?” Max asked.

“No.”

“He didn’t do anything?”

“We went to lunch--he got a bottle of champagne. He said it was--I don’t know--partially for my birthday.”

Sophie smirked.

“But that doesn’t mean he has feelings for me,” you defended.

“How often do you guys text?” Naomi asked.

Jesus. You blinked a few times but then shrugged. You didn’t mean to put yourself on trial by asking for some feedback. “Not every day. Most days. Usually about work or school stuff.”

“I’ve literally been there when you guys just text hi,” Sophie mocked you and dropped her voice a few octaves to insinuate romance.

“Well we’re human,” you shot back at her.

“Okay,” Naomi butt in, this was obviously getting off topic and you appreciated the fact that at least one of them wanted to stay on track. “So--you have feelings for him.”

“Is that a question?” You narrowed your eyes.

“No,” Max laughed, then Sophie and Naomi did too.

You didn’t say anything, fought the smile that tried to creep onto your face when you groaned. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

“Talk to him,” Sophie nearly yelled. “Tell him!”

“I would rather fail every class ever,” you decided.

Naomi ignored your theatrics. “Have you guys talked about Cannes?”

“What about it?”

“The fact that he’s basically bringing you as his date,” Sophie wiggled her eyebrows.

“No,” you pointed. “It’s an independent study.”

“That he’s grading,” Max reminded.

“So what?” You made a face at him. “Just because I’m sleeping with him doesn’t mean I get special treatment.”

“Okay,” Sophie let out a sharp laugh, yeah fucking right.

“You probably get some special treatment,” Naomi tried, always more delicate than Soph.

“I mean, maybe,” you said. “I don’t want it, though. I don’t want people to think that I’m the teacher’s pet.”

“Oh, sugar pie honey bunch,” Max cooed at you, a pitying look on his face when he clutched his heart over his sweatshirt. “Everybody already knows that.”

You groaned again, leaned your head back on the sofa and closed your eyes in turmoil. “Nevermind, forget I even asked for anyone’s advice. I will just die here on this couch and--”

“Hold on,” Naomi tried to help everything settle. “Do you think it’s worth it to talk with him about all of this? Like, if you actually want this to be mature and adult-like, don’t you think that’s probably your best option?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, ready to drop it for the evening. “I’ll think about it.”

April 9th, 2019

He was frowning when you knocked, brow furrowed in concentration before his eyes flickered up to the doorway.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Hi,” his eyes trailed down your legs and back.

You hadn’t texted with him over the weekend, decided to give him some space and take some of your own. There was also the petty and dumb part of you that was waiting to see if he would text you. Most of Sunday was spent avoiding your phone and the sad reality that he hadn’t.

Besides, you had Naomi’s words playing on loop and other final projects to finish. You spent Monday on set of another NBC show, counting down the minutes until you’d get to hop back in the writer’s room and do what you actually loved.

So on Tuesday you figured you’d test the water.

“I know we don’t have an appointment or anything,” you shrugged in the doorway. “But, I wanted to see if you had a minute to just look over the first draft of my paper, it’s just the analysis of Sarai’s first two features.”

He leaned back in his desk now, nodded when he outstretched his hand for the paper in yours. Staples in the top left corner, you’d already marked it up on the subway with corrections and edits but figured his input would only help. You know, seeing as he’d be grading it anyway, just like Max had reminded.

You shut the door behind you, let it click into place as you sat across from him. He looked at the paper quickly, then back at you. “Can I get it back to you tomorrow, or even Friday, maybe?”

“Sure,” you nodded, wondering how far to push. Something was obviously up. “Is, uh, is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah,” he nodded, bringing a finger to his lips. “Just have a lot of papers to grade for one of my undergrad seminars and have a meeting with Charlie later today to get an update on casting decisions.”

Things had been moving along with the show. The executive team was put together, auditions had started and some rolles already filled. Cameras were supposed to start rolling in June, hopefully.

You stood and kept his gaze, smirked a little when you rounded his desk and sat on the edge, right in front of him. He smirked up at you, reassuring when he stood and let his hands hold onto your thighs. “Just a shitty week.”

“Well, I know something that might make you feel better,” you purred, hand grazing the outline of his cock beneath his khakis. He smirked a little, leaned forward to let his mouth find yours.

The same explosion of excitement, warmth pooled in your belly and your hands reached up to pull him closer. He smiled into your mouth, let his fingers trail up towards your panties. You let out an eager moan, one that squeaked from the back of your throat when his thumb came into contact with your clit, still separated by fabric.

But then he pulled back, cleared his throat and wiped his lips. A smudge of your lipstick on his mouth, he could see it on his hand and shook his head.

“Sorry,” he panted. “I, uh--I just don’t know if we should right now.”

He stepped back from between your legs, the same skirt you wore that first time he used his fingers. The wood of his desk was still cool on the backs of your thighs, he brought his eyes to yours and looked guilty.

“Okay.”

“Sorry--”

“It’s fine,” you hopped down and licked your lips, arousal still coursing through you when you shrugged.

He walked over to the other side of his desk, seemingly deep in thought before he swiveled. He eyed you for a second, hands in his pockets, hesitant.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You nodded, lips slightly parted when your heartbeat climbed. Oh fuck.

“I think we should talk about Cannes.”

Had you accidentally left him a 15-minute long voicemail that recorded your entire conversation with your friends? You played dumb. “...What about it?”

He glanced up at you quickly, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, immediate relief when you realized he wasn’t angry or upset. “Well, about both of us going on this trip.”

“Right,” you nodded obediently. You were following.

“And how obviously it might be fun to, you know, hang out in Cannes—“

“But,” you watched him.

“But we have to be really careful.”

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“I just don’t want either of us to, I don’t know, get in trouble or look bad and after Friday when Shayna almost saw us--”

“We weren’t gonna have sex right there in a classroom,” you smiled a little, challenging his anxiety.

“I know,” he said, still serious. “But, this is all still really fucking risky no matter how much we like it or how normal it is now.”

You digested his words, nodded slowly when you watched him. He was clearly more worked up than you--and in a different world, maybe you’d have asked him why or what you could do to reassure him.

You also wanted to be smart. You didn’t want him to lose his job and the fact that you’d made it this far without getting caught was almost impossible to believe. But the topic of conversation needled you, he was still in the center of the room and you were still unsure how to broach the question that seemed to hover over the vintage rug in his office.

You didn’t have answers. You didn’t have anything to say that would manage to avoid what was beginning to feel like a ticking time bomb.

You cleared your throat, smiled at him softly when you shrugged. “We don’t have to…keep doing this if you don’t want to.”

Maybe now was the right time to stop. Graduation, his promotion, it all made sense.

He nodded slowly, let out a defeated breath when he finally cracked a tiny smile. “The problem is that I want to.”

You smirked, appreciative of the way he tipped his hat and gave a peek behind the curtain. Got it. He was as confused as you were.

But there was no way--right here, right now--that you were going to address the elephant in the room. So instead of being brave and saying it all out loud, you took a step closer to him in the center of the room. “Well,” you sighed, eyes flickering to the door to warn of your upcoming departure. “Let me know when you come up with a solution.”

You felt his head turn once you walked away, his eyes watched with intrigue and confusion and excitement. But you kept walking, calling over your shoulder when you slipped out the doorway: “And what you think about my analysis so far!”

April 18th, 2019

You knocked on the door and wondered if Javier was already inside. Some TV show they were both obsessed with, a conversation at work the other day led to an invitation over to Jason’s to watch when they learned you’d never even heard of it. Oh right, Javier had teased. I always forget you were born in the 90s.

He tugged the door open and smiled, stepped aside for you to come in from the cool spring air. “Hi,” he greeted. “Did you see my text?”

“No?” You shrugged out of your coat, hung it on a hook near the door.

“Javier bailed--his baby has a fever.”

You’d seen the text come through but you were already on your way, took advantage of the fact that he’d never uninvite you.

“Oh,” you feigned disappointment. “I must have been too far underground to have any service.”

Whatever. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He smirked and locked the door, “I won’t force you to watch the greatest movie of all time if you’re not in the mood.”

“I came all the way here!” You teased, following him towards the kitchen. He had a glass of wine already poured, you couldn’t help but notice that it was the same bottle--a new one--but the one you said you’d liked at his Christmas party.

Maybe he’d gotten it for you.

“However will you survive an evening with me?” he made a face over his shoulder, handed you the glass of wine that, until now, had been sitting on his counter.

He watched you take a sip.

“What?” You asked.

He laughed a little, “I feel bad that Javier canceled and you came all the way here.”

“Ahh,” you nodded. “Good think we’ve spent plenty of time alone.”

You didn’t mean for that to sound as sexual as you did. A flush to your cheeks when his eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”

“I just mean--you know--it’s not awkward.”

He laughed, shook his head but made his way towards the couch in the living room. You followed behind him, wondered what you’d talk about and if it would eventually lead to fucking him on the couch or even in the kitchen.

“Well, let’s make sure this one doesn’t get back to Dean Vasquez, alright?”

“Hey--at least I’m twenty-eight now.”

He settled onto the couch and looked up at you, amused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Somehow, for some reason, you were bold enough to go there. Maybe it was the wine or the dim lighting or Javier’s absence. “Well, if I was older or if you were younger I think there’d be less scandal,” you shrugged.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, an offended look on his face. “You think I’m old!”

“No,” you laughed. “I mean, you are, but I just think 15 years is significant.”

“Here I was this whole time thinking the problem is that I’m your superior in almost every way,” he said sarcastically.

“That’s the hot part,” you teased, reached over to poke him in the stomach. He shrunk from your touch, grabbed your finger in his hand and held it for a second.

He let it go, let out a breath and shifted beside you.

“I think the age thing is hot too,” he quipped. “I think all of it’s hot, honestly.”

You laughed in agreement. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Me too.”

But he made no move. He didn’t reach a hand over to tease you, didn’t beg to taste you or anything that most of your encounters with him typically entailed.

One episode turned into two and then he turned to you on the couch. “I don’t know if this is weird—“ he laughed a little. A genuinely nervous look in his eyes when he looked up to see you.

“So if it is, let’s just rewind like thirty seconds to the universe in which I never brought this up, okay?”

Now he smiled at his own joke, he knew he’d saved himself from a moment of vulnerability.

“But do you wanna smoke weed?”

Your lips crept into a smile, you tried to fight it when he watched you with an expectant smirk.

“Duh,” you laughed. “Yeah.”

He stood, took a few steps towards the hallway before disappearing behind the door you knew was his. You looked around the dark living room, decorated decently for an early 40s bachelor-pad.

He reappeared with a joint in hand, nodded his head towards the balcony off the window overlooking the street. A fire-escape really, the same one from his Christmas party.

You followed him out and, took his hands when you stepped out and onto the iron structure.

You wiped your hands on your jeans and looked around at the night sky. He stood on the other end of a small landing, held up a lighter and shielded it from the wind.

He took a hit, held his breath and watched you watch a blinking plane overhead. Early April was starting to warm up, you could feel it in nights like these.

He exhaled, you looked over at him expectantly.

“This is my balcony,” he gestured around, laughed at himself when he passed the joint.

“So I’ve heard,” you teased, held it up to your lips and inhaled. You held your breath and counted to five.

He watched and smiled when you coughed a little. “What was your time like at CNN?”

You shrugged your shoulders a little once you’d gained composure. “Fine, great starting point, but being a PA wasn’t for me.”

“Yeah it doesn’t seem easy,” he nodded.

“It brought me to NYU so for that it definitely gets some points.”

He was smiling when you looked up at him. Your heart did a flip so you decided to change the topic: “How’d you end up at NYU anyway?”

“Uh, well—“ he laughed a little, almost awkwardly. “I needed a fresh start in 2013. Had a rough go of it career wise for a bit but I also—uh—I had split up with my ex-wife.”

“Oh,” you nodded, eyes narrowing with intrigue. That was a bombshell. “I didn’t know you were married once.”

Not that it bothered you. But it did feel like a curious detail to disclose after all this time.

He smirked, flicked out the joint and met your eyes. “Yeah, well, up until this year—why would you?”

You laughed a little, brazen and buzzed. “You mean you don’t tell most of your students about your love life or say their pussy’s so wet?”

He smiled wider at that, “I don’t.”

“Got it,” you nodded and smiled. “That’s good to know, like, you know, STD-wise.”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing. “Oh come on,” he laughed. “You say that as if I’m sleeping with every woman in Brooklyn.”

“No I’m not,” you defended, laughing when he shook his head. “I don’t know what you do in your personal time.”

“Well,” he sighed, still amused but more serious now. “It’s not that—I’m not sleeping with every woman in Brooklyn.”

“I’m glad,” you admitted. “Being one of many would make all of this less cool, for sure.”

“Oh,” he nodded, eyeing you suspiciously. “So being younger than me and feeling special is what does it for you.”

You watched as he took another hit, smiled a little. “You mean to tell me that you wouldn’t be pissed off if I told you I was sleeping with Will too?”

He couldn’t speak, held an inhale when he tried not to laugh. He shook his head and looked away when you giggled.

He let out his breath quickly, coughed a tiny bit but then clarified. “I’d be livid.”

“Right,” you nodded. A pause when you felt the question creeping into his mind. “...I’m not, like, seeing anyone else.”

He nodded. “Me neither.”

A cartwheel in your stomach when you realized what that meant: accidentally exclusive.

It almost came up after your birthday, but his smooth redirection in your living room ended in shower sex, not a conversation like this.

“Okay,” you reached for his joint. “Last one.”

You took it and inhaled, let him watch you when the smoke filled your lungs and you smiled in the night breeze. You followed him inside eventually, finished your glass of wine on the couch and laughed when he told you about the first time he met Javier.

Another episode and now your feet were on his lap. His arms draped over your legs, he tugged at the loose thread on your jeans and you wondered what it would be like to make breakfast for dinner together.

But when you checked your phone it was 1am, so you knew it was time to leave. Your turn to walk up to the line and then step back, a glance over your shoulder when you stood.

“Bedtime,” you said, lifting your phone with the uber app open.

“Yeah,” he stood, a nod when he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re good to Uber?”

“Yeah,” you headed for the coat rack by his front door and plucked yours off of a hook. “Thanks for letting me hang out,” you joked, smiled at him when he rolled his eyes.

“Like I was gonna kick you out,” he laughed.

“I’ll see you at work,” you had a hand on the doorknob.

He nodded, like he respected your choice to leave, like he liked the way you said it.

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