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takes1 · 4 months

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Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously

i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!

warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3

*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes

The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.

With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.

You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.

Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.

It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.

Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.

"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"

Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."

You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.

Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.

He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.

Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.

Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.

For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.

The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.

They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.

Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-

"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.

Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.

"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.

The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.

He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"

His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.

"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.

His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.

It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.

You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.

He approached faster than he intended.

His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.

Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.

Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.

He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.

Oooh, man.

You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"

Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.

A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.

"I think he's had too much."

You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.

As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.

Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.

Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.

"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.

The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.

Bakugou squinted up at him.

Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.

"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"

"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.

Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.

Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.

His infatuation; your concern.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.

"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."

You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.

Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.

From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.

It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.

"How are you feeling?"

He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."

The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.

It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.

"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.

Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.

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royalsweetteaa · 11 months

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Right equation

Pairing: Fratboy!Johnny Storm x Tutor!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - this story contains the following: explicit smut, tutor/college student relationship, age gap (reader is only a few years older), dirty talk/flirting, Johnny being a flirt, switch! Johnny, needy Johnny, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink angst if you squint, Johnny doesn’t have any powers in this fic.

Summary: For the past two years, you have been paid by Mr. Storm to tutor the infamous fratboy - Johnny Storm. You have successfully helped him pass his exams in college, and during your last hangout, Johnny wants to show how grateful he is for your help.

College life was soon coming to an end for the notorious frat boy of campus; Johnny Storm. In celebration of graduating, he had been partying with his mates all week.

The parties hadn’t been as exciting for him as before, but it was nice to celebrate nonetheless. While his friends followed the streak of partying, Johnny had stopped it here because today evening was important. It was the last day of having a scheduled study lesson, but since there were no exams to prepare for anymore, you two planned on hanging out one last time at his dorm and talk about his achievements and where he can go from there.

You were both laying in his bed with your legs hanging at the edge of it while sipping on some classic Coca Cola. He had bought something alcohol-free because he knew you hated alcohol, and he wasn’t in the mood to get tipsy anyway when all he wanted was to pay attention to you. You, who were the reason why he managed to graduate.

You talked for a good hour about internship, explaining the benefits of getting in touch with ‘this and this’ company. He quickly grew bored at how this hangout became nothing but educational like all previous meetings, and he decided it would be nice change the subject by saying a few ‘last words’ for her to remember how much she means to him.

“I’m going to miss you a lot, teach…I know I have been difficult a few times, but you have always remained patient with me and I admire that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you remembered all the times Johnny would arrive late to your tutoring sessions at your place, or when you would have those lessons at his dorm and be met with rather…unpleasant surprises.

“Yeah, I knew from the day I walked in on you and that girlfriend of yours making out in your bed when it was our first scheduled lesson that you would be a bit troublesome.” He pursed his lips of the reminder. The more he thought about it from time to time, the more he cringed over the fact that it was his first impression to you. It didn’t embarrass him back then, but the more he grew fond of you, the more he cursed himself for forgetting the time of his first lesson.

“But look at you now - you’re about to graduate and get into the real world. You have become a lot more responsible than when I first met you, and that is an improvement in itself,” You praised. His face lit up, imitating the face of a child being rewarded with candy for doing their homework.

“When you put it like that, I guess I can agree. You didn’t catch me making out with a girl since then.” He joked. You hummed in amusement. “For the record, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Just a…y’know..”

“I’m very aware of your reputation as a frat boy, no need to explain yourself.” You giggled. He timidly chuckled, not fully wanting to embrace your statement but it was true nonetheless. Everyone knew Johnny as a womanizer and the party king of frat parties. He used to sleep around all the time, having casual sex with women he found attractive around campus. That was until you came around and made studying actually interesting, and he found your company to be something to look forward to.

You and his father, mr. Storm were acquaintances, and he had contacted you when Johnny’s college situation became worrying. He was failing his exams and he needed assistance, and in a matter of months, Johnny was set on a brighter path with your help. It was an added bonus that your personality was very appealing to him and he found you attractive.

Johnny would joke about having a crush on you in the beginning, but when his lack of interest in having one night stands came apparent, he knew something was wrong. You had done something to him.

Your simple praises whenever he answered your questions right. Your voice when you would explain orally to him about things he didn’t understand.

The little things you did made him feel content, and the thought of you sharing those small gestures with someone else who might appreciate it less than him made him upset.

“What about you? Still single since I last asked you? Or maybe seeing anyone?” He asked casually, though he was eager to hear your answer. Not to mention anxious. He had asked you before, which many of his first attempts would be replied with ‘that’s none of your business and it would be unprofessional of me to answer that’. He had eventually learned there was no boyfriend in the picture when the two of you had a drink at the bar after hours of studying on a Friday afternoon.

He was taking advantage of getting to know you more personally now that you weren’t his tutor anymore. Sure, the two of you got along smoothly, but there was, in your words, no room for personal talk during your lessons when he tried to engage in it. You were the first woman that would deny him whenever he subtly flirted with you, by either shrugging it off as a joke or changing the subject into his study. He hated it. He hated even more that you wouldn’t take him seriously, as if compared to you he was a kid. He knew he wasn’t the most mature one in college, but he sure as hell wasn’t a kid.

He guessed since the two of you were in different significant life stages - you already being in the working field for a few years and him only starting, Johnny could understand why you showed little interest in him. - Or maybe he had to up his game and be more clearer with his feelings.

“Yup. Still single. It’s not like I have much time to ‘see anyone’ as I have a lot of work but…I should definitely pay more attention to my love life. I’m not getting any younger, so maybe I should focus on getting myself out there and mingle.” You answered.

“You’re not that old…you’re only a few years older than me. There’s no rush. And besides, you don’t need to be looking when….there might be someone in front of you.”

You laughed humorously, which made Johnny stiffen. “Yeah, right…enlighten me with the few men I occasionally talk to. There’s the janitor at my office who asks how I’m doing from time to time. Oh, and I guess the cashier at the cafe where I get my usual coffee from could make a good candidate. Have any other suggestions?”

“What about me?”

Your humored smile fell when those words left his mouth. You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.

“What?”

“You heard me…” Johnny muttered. “Why not me? Am I…that unappealing to you that I never cross your mind?”

You were knocked out of breath by his question, unsure if he was being serious. “I don’t-…Johnny, what are you trying to say? This isn’t funny.”

He put the can down on the table and stood up to level above you. “Yeah, no shit. I’m being one thousand percent serious right now, so I’m going straight to the point.” There was a slight pause until he gathered the confidence to say the next and most important thing. “I like you, Y/N. Like…I really, really like you. And I want to know if I have a chance. Right here. Right now.”

You were speechless with your mouth agape and your eyes wide open. You didn’t look like you had the words to respond to that just yet, so Johnny continued to talk.

“I’ve been whipped for you after having you around for less than a few months, and I’ve been trying to make moves, but you either purposefully ignore them or you’re just that obnoxious. Like, you literally caught me having a boner a month ago and shrugged it off as something normal. You didn’t think for one minute that I had it fucking bad for you?”

Your face turned red from his confession, which he didn’t seem to be embarrassed about in the slightest. “I-I’m sorry Johnny, I didn’t think you saw me as anything more than your tutor - it was and is far from appropriate. Not to mention, I’m hardly your type. I have nothing in common with the girls you usually go for.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I like you so much. Usually those girls are needy of me but I’ve grown needy for you. You’re so wise and smart, so kind and beautiful. You make my entire week from a 2 hour session, educating me about school stuff. Do you seriously think I’m the type to look forward to something like studying if it was someone else teaching me? I can’t even cum without thinking of your voice, your face and your boobs. You could be talking about algebra while I jerk off and I’m sure I’d be able to bust a load from just that!”

“O-okay, you’ve made your point!” You said while covering your burning cheeks with the palm of your hands. “I just can’t wrap my head around why of all women, you’d want to go for someone like me. I’m older and far from adventurous. I much more prefer reading a book than going to parties. I like keeping things in order and you seem to be the opposite of just that.” You argued.

“That’s just what attracts me to you, teach. You’re so mature in contrast with me. You have in your own special way managed to put me on the right path and mindset for my future, and I look up to you for that. You have even awoken something in me sexually that I have never felt for any other woman. You literally give off MILF vibes which is my new favorite porn category - except you’re not a mom, but you’re a mommy for sure.” Johnny said, changing the way of talking with a more sultry one. His face came closer as he put his hand in yours.

“I don’t want to end it with this last session. I don’t want to have you leave me knowing the last thing we did together was to talk about my options and plans, Y/N…I want to be together with you and get to know everything about you.”

You were hypnotized by how he spoke, and you were sure he knew he was arousing you with his way of speaking. However, your brain beat your heart, and you quickly backed away with a shaking head.

“Johnny…..we can’t…” you began, but immediately retorted saying anything else as you moved your head to the side.

Johnny sighed as his face saddened. You thought this was the end. That he would tell you to leave in disappointment and never speak to you again. But Johnny was always full of surprises.

“Then before we part ways, at least let me do something for you, teach. I want to reward you for being my amazing tutor.” He said, before sitting beside you and placing his hand on your thigh, sliding it suggestively close to to your inner thighs.

You shuddered at the contact and held back a moan when he slid it further to your cunt with each stroke.

“Please, let me make you feel good, teach..let’s feel good together for the night.” Johnny pleaded. Your thighs squeezed together when Johnny’s hands cupped your sex. You threw your head back when his middle finger started to stroke your sensitive clit through your panties and stockings.

“O-Okay, Johnny…ah, just this once.” You said with a shaky breath. He grinned smugly and closed his body to yours. He licked a stripe on your neck which made you yelp in surprise. His mouth wandered to your ear as he nibbled it gently. Since it was clear the two of you were doing this, you placed your hand on Johnny’s crotch to return the favor.

“Oh, mommy….” Johnny groaned from your touch. His hips bucked against your palm as you rubbed his bulge softly. He leaned in to leave wet and brushing kisses on your neck. “You’re so fucking hot. Almost had me creaming my pants like a fucking teenager there…” he whispered huskily. “But I’m a man, and m’not gonna cum until you do first, baby…”

“Mmm, Johnny…” you moaned his name. “T-This is so inappropriate but somehow I can’t find myself to care anymore…..your father would kill me if he found out.”

“Don’t worry a bit, teach. M’just thanking you for being the best tutor ever to exist. For being so good for me. Harmless enough, right? Besides, who gives a fuck what my father thinks? He couldn’t shut up about how glad he was to find you as my tutor. He would be proud of me if anything.” His hands snaked through your panties and teased your wet folds with circling strokes. “So wet…s’this all for me?” You nodded quickly in response. He pulled away from your neck and put his forehead against yours, his ocean colored orbs hazed in lust and vulnerability as he took you in. “You’re so pretty, Y/N…” he breathed out.

A sweet smile formed in your face while your eyes fluttered. “I think you’re pretty too, Johnny…” you whispered.

Johnny undressed from his denims and t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers and socks. You unbuttoned your shirt in the meantime, biting your lip shyly when you saw the way Johnny was staring at you. His brows were wrinkled in pleasure.

“I love your boobs….always wanted to suck on them so bad. Wanna suck mommy’s boobs.” He said, flushed out. He used his finger to hook at the strings of your bra, sliding them down from your shoulder and revealing your breasts.

You look up at him before fondly holding his hand and placing it on your chest. “You may, Johnny. You’ve been a good boy to me and you deserve a reward too.”

You leveled up your game to match Johnny’s cockiness, but it seemed to drag his down in the process. He was growing needy and whiny by the minute, and you enjoyed it. You always thought Johnny was a sweet guy despite his lack of maturity. He was funny, and made you feel like a teenager all over again with his wittiness. The further this went though, the more you discovered the desire to nurture him.

Without hesitation, he crouched and grabbed your boobs with both of his hands, squeezing them in fascination. “So round…” you heard him mumble. He attached his mouth into one of your nipples and suckled like his life depended on it. He was like a baby, desperate for the mother’s milk. His tongue swirled around your perking nipple and his moans sent vibrations through your sensitive skin.

While he did his work on your breasts, you reached down to his boxer and took his dick out, stroking it gently to give him some relief. He responded with a loud moan and let his head rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, god…your hand feels so soft. Call me what you called me earlier again, teach. Please, I need to hear it.” Johnny pleaded.

You were a bit distracted to understand what he was referring to, but it quickly dawned upon you.

“You’re a good boy, Johnny. You’ve been such a good boy. Doing what I tell you to do and improving yourself for your sake….you deserve only the best, Johnny boy.” You praised while stroking his hair with your other hand.

He panted with each thrust of your hand, sending him in euphoria. “We deserve each other, teach. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I swear, there’s no other girl that can make me whine like a little bitch. S’only you…nngh please tell me I’m yours, mommy. I only want to be your good boy. Please, don’t leave me. Wanna be your good boy so much, teach. Please, please, please!..” Johnny begged with sealed eyes.

You stopped stroking him and cupped his face. It was now clear to you how nervous Johnny was for the future - one without you. There was a hint of distress along with it, and you realized just how attached Johnny had become of you. It was then that you made a decision. A decision that would make his worries leave.

“Shhh, it’s okay Johnny. I’ll stay with you. I promise. I’m all yours, and you’re mine.” You cooed.

His face lit up with so much relief, he looked like he was on the verge of crying. “Thank you, Y/N. You won’t regret this.” He said and gave you a hug. You returned it likewise, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek before you leaned into his ear.

“Now, I recall you said you wanted to reward me. Show me how good you can make me feel with that dick of yours.”

A smirk appeared on Johnny’s face, and he immediately went back to work. He leaned you down on the bed with your legs still on the edge of his bed. He adjusted his placement to be between your legs, and rested his fat cock on your stomach, humping you slowly with his balls giving your clit a light slap. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed your left tit a few times before he paid attention to your heating core.

“Your pussy’s gorgeous, mommy…can’t wait to be inside you…” he groaned.

You stared down at his length in disbelief, only now being able to take in his size. “I-It’s so big! I don’t know if it’ll fit.” You nervously laughed as Johnny aimed his cock at your hole.

He lightly chuckled at the unintentional compliment and stroked your bare legs. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll make it fit. Stretch mommy so good you’ll never want anything else…”

He entered you with eagerness, making you jolt your head back with a howl. “Oooh, fuuuck!” You moaned.

“Shit, I’m sorry!…I-I couldn’t help myself…” Johnny apologized breathlessly. “You okay, teach?”

“I’m okay…it’s just, mmmh!…I feel so full..” you grunted. “It feels so good..”

Johnny’s worried expression faltered into an amused one. His ego was being stroked so hard it almost made him combust.

“Hmmm, I love your pussy, mommy…s’hugging my cock so good…wanna be buried inside of you always.” He purred. His hips rolled against yours and he gripped your waist tight.

You almost went cross eyed at the sensation of being fucked by a guy of high sex stamina. His hips wouldn’t stop frantically slamming into you, making your weeping hole hold tight onto his cock. You didn’t want him to stop at all. He was clearly a master in terms of how to make a woman feel good.

“Am I doing a good job, mommy? Am I?” He asked, desperately. You could sense his begging for validation miles away, and you quickly opened your mouth to give him just that.

Oh, yes!! Yes, Johnny, you’re making me feel like so good! M’so close to cumming! Hmm you’re so amazing, baby…mommy’s so proud of you..”

He whimpered at your praise, wanting nothing more but to make you cum around his cock. His thrusts was unlike anything a man of your age has provided. It was sourced with endless energetic rapidness to the point where it felt like you were being jackhammered. You were on the verge of climax when Johnny moved his thumb on your clit, giving full stimulation needed to make you orgasm.

“Cum, mommy…please cum for me, I need to feel it so bad. Hmmm fuck, you’re drowning me here with your pussy juice. Feels euphoric..”

Your brain went numb as he continued his frantic pounding combined with the stimulation he was providing in your clit. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm closed in, making you twitch uncontrollably.

“Shit, aaaah I’m cumming! Oh, god!” You announced with a howl.

Your channel tightened around Johnny’s cock, sending him also to the verge of unleashing his load. “M’gonna cum too, mommy! Fuck, fuck fuck! Ah, Please, let me cum on your tits! Please, please, please!”

You were still having aftershocks of your orgasm as Johnny continued to stutteringly thrust into you, indicating he couldn’t hold it for much longer.

You whispered a raspy ‘you may’, and that was enough of an indication for him to pull out of you and climb over to your upper body. He gave it a few thrusts before he spilled all over you, shooting his hot load on your breasts while panting like he just had ran a marathon. Cum was splattered all over you, some only made it beneath your breasts and up near your throat. Most of it had invaded your breasts though, causing the milky substance to trickle down and spread around your soft flesh.

Johnny had a deep shade of red across his cheeks as he looked flushed from what had just taken place. After a moment of admiring your cum-covered tits, he hovered above you and gave you your first shared kiss. It was filled with eagerness from Johnny’s side, as if he had been waiting for this moment for ages. Before he leaned away from you, he nuzzled your nose with his as a loving gesture. You were about to rise up in accordance to Johnny, but he stopped you.

“Don’t move. Let me clean up my mess, mommy…” Johnny insisted.

You leaned back on the bed and let Johnny’s face close into your breasts. Your eyes didn’t blink once as you watched him graciously lapping up his cum from your chest, giving your boobs an occasional squeeze and suck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen with your own eyes, and it made you melt all the more at his soft hums when he was soon done.

He sucked one spot longer and detached his lips from your skin with a light pop before slumping on the bed beside you.

“Fuck…I can finally cross fucking a tutor off my bucketlist.” He rasped out pridefully.

You rolled your eyes. “Honestly, You’re such a slut, Johnny.”

He let out a laughter. “Ha, I sure am. I’m only a slut for you though. Haven’t hooked up in a long time because it it didn’t do it for me anymore. Got better off using my fleshlight and imagining you.” Your face scrunched a bit at yet one of his blunt confessions, but you took it as a compliment nonetheless. “You were on my mind all the time, haunting me whenever I tried to hook up with someone. I have lost my game because of you, but I honestly don’t care since I got something amazing out of it.” His arms wrapped around you and he smiled gleefully at you.

You tilted your head with an honored smile. “That’s…actually kinda sweet. You know…my favorite trope in romantic fiction used to be the one where the guy is a jock and the girl is a nerd who the jock eventually falls for, because she’s ‘different’. In high school I hoped one of the local jocks would fall for me, but of course they were far from romantic compared to the fictional version. But you mister, are something else. I suppose frat boys are my new type.”

Johnny beamed. “Good, good. Jocks are overrated anyways.”

“And MILFs are not?” You challenged with narrowed eyes.

“They are, but it’s a basic male fantasy.” He defended.

“Right, I can tell based on how you’re playing out that fantasy by calling me mommy.” You say unamused and look to the side.

He furrowed his eyes in confusion before he understood the meanings of your comment. You regretted saying that immediately. “Y/N, wait…look at me for a moment.” He ordered, and you obliged.

“You’re not someone I use to play whatever male fantasy I may have. You’re so much more than that to me. It’s just an added bonus that I think you’re perfect mommy material, which I didn’t discover was something I was into until I met you. Don’t lie and tell me you weren’t turned on by how needy I was for the simplest things. You make me go crazy, Y/N.” You blushed at the accusation, thinking over how right he was.

“Besides, if you don’t want me to call you that anymore then that’s completely fine. I can totally dom if you’re more into that. I’ll stop if it means you’ll still be with me. Having you by my side is the foremost important thing to me.” He leaned into you and rested his head on your chest with his face nuzzled underneath your chin. His hair was so fluffy and it made it all too hard to resist stroking his hair.

“N-No, it’s fine…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you of not valuing me.” You said apologetically. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I kinda like it when you call me that…guess I discovered a side of me I didn’t know existed either by being with you.” You concluded. “I’m proud to call you my good boy.”

He hummed into your chest. “Hmmm, don’t make me excited, baby. You’ll have me begging to fuck you again if you keep dropping that petname so casually.”

Note from author: this is my first fic with one of the cevans characters being a bit of a subby hoe. Johnny’s on second place of being a closet sub after Jake in my book.

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated!

#johnny storm #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x female reader #johnny storm smut #chris evans fanfiction

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mochinomnoms · 7 days

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I always learn a lot of new things by reading your blog, because yes, the historical and economic topics of the countries you mentioned are completely unusual for me, simply because I am on the other side of the Earth(?) Sorry, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can say that) If yes, then great. In any case, I really like your blog) As for Coco-Sola, I only have Chinese and Korean cola (maybe also Japanese) Just about what, I don’t drink such drinks at all, so I can’t say whether it differs in taste, for me it differs only in hieroglyphs and special badges of Korea and Japan. What am I talking about, I didn’t think that people choose between cola from one plant and another plant

I like telling people fun facts! I really wanted to go into archaeology and museum studies, but I didn't have enough experience or opportunities to do internships in the field, so I went with a social anthropology/sociology field instead. I like sharing all the information I learned cause it feels like it's being used lol.

It's super interesting to me learning what people from other places do and don't know, especially people from different countries. It's super easy to take knowledge for granted and assume that what you know is well known by others, but then you kinda remember that there's an entire half of the world with a completely different experience from you and you don't know about their history or knowledge and that's kinda cool! How people know so much and yet so little and no matter how long you're in school, there's always something new you didn't know!!!

It's so cool that now we can talk to people and learn new things from them everyday, it's so neat. Technology has a lot a faults and concerns, but it's also beautiful in its ability to connect people from different parts of the world in a matter of seconds.

For the cola thing, I think it's definitely expected that cola and soda from other places is pretty varied. My only exposure to Chinese or Korean sodas is from an Asian market I used to live by, and I noticed personally that there was a lot more fruit based sodas and drinks in general than colas, some were cool. I think I say a dragonfruit fanta and I almost tried it but I was on a budget....

#mochi asks #nefe-kav #ANYWAYS #sorry i rant a lot lol

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Hey babe!! congrats on 2K, you absolutely deserve it, you’re writing is so amazing! I’d like to request an “iN MY MONOLOGUE . . . tell me a little about yourself, and I'll tell you which driver or player I'll ship you with.” for formula one, obviously because that’s my absolute obsession right now. I hope I don’t rant too much on this. I’d also like to add that I don’t really have any specifications for the drivers (I’d lowkey date any of them 🤭). So im a college student in Miami, and in the summer I do a screenwriting internship in my hometown in LA, and that’s what I’d like to do when I finish school. My mom is French and my dad is Spanish, and I spread both of those languages fluenty. I have a twin sister, and I think because of that I value my alone time. I also love spending time with my friends and family, partying, eating, and exploring. I’ve spent a lot of time in both the countries my parents are from, and one day hope to move to Europe, not sure what country yet. I consider myself very smart and athletic. I work out often, and enjoy reading, and devouring information on sports and fashion. Im a basketball and soccer fan, soccer a bit more than basketball. My teams are Miami heat and FC Barcelona. I love baking, and cooking, and my favorite season is spring as I really appreciate soft things like flowers and spring outfits (I love my baggy pants and tight tops). I hope I didn’t ramble on too much, and congrats on 2K again!!!

CHARLES LECLERC

charles would want to help you with inspiration for your scripts.

he would make small romantic gestures, like bringing you a piece of cake or maybe a cup of tea while you study.

when conversing, you'd probably mix languages, speaking a bit of french, english, and spanish.

charles would love the fact that you have a twin sister, always teasing you about confusing the two of you, but in reality, that's one of his biggest fears.

he also enjoys spending time with family and friends.

when he wants a bit more peace, he'd pull you close with one arm, just to smell your perfume and feel at home.

charles would want to help you choose a european country to live in but would always nudge you towards monaco cause of his apartment or italy because of the ferrari.

you'd help him put together outfits (cause he needs it!).

he'd want to wear matching clothes in the same color palette or with the same pattern.

charles loves basketball, so he'd take you to various games, even leaving during crucial moments to buy a coca-cola for you.

he'd try to impress you with his soccer skills but would fall while attempting to kick the ball, causing fits of laughter.

charles would want to train with you and enjoy teasing you in the middle of workouts, like leaving a kiss on your shoulder just to see you flustered.

you'd cook together but it would often turn into a flour war.

charles loves to bring you flowers, more and more flowers.

#🥂. — 2k celebration ! ₊˚ʚ ݁#! IN MY MONOLOGUE . . .#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff

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drinkthebones · 2 years

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Love this lol. Have you made a design for Drac? Also is there an in universe reason for the premature white hair?

Thank you!!! I'm so excited about the response to my silly comic <3

I have not made a drac design! I want to, I'm just struggling to reconcile Bram Stoker's Drac with 2004 Van Helsing Dracula which is the one that lives forever in my heart.

tbh, this isn't the most fleshed out AU. This concept, character designs, everything, was inspired by @foxgoblin‘s line “Dr Seward’s podcast (sponsored by coca-cola and nintendo)” That one single line moved into my head, not quite rent free, but maybe into a timeshare for a modest fee. I only have a couple comics planned and they're mostly like the sponsor my cows one- quick and jokey.

If there WERE a full universe, it would be a college AU. When I tried to think of an alternative to death for Lucy, my first thought was grad school, which is basically death for your social life, right?

The Squad would all be in school or recently graduated as doctors/lawyers/etc, and Dracula is a corporate lawyer and part time teacher. Jonathan must escape from a summer internship at his evil law firm with his soul intact. The hair color is a dye job. He's rebelling against the strict standards of corporate law and definitely going to end up doing something like the Innocence project or fighting slum lords or joining the ACLU post-graduation.

Van Helsing is the ethics professor and teaches a required course for MDs and JDs. Quincey's college aged, but owns or works on a ranch. Maybe Jack is SOON to be a psychiatrist and just runs a late night college radio station where he answers people's relationship questions. He's turning it into a podcast. Art's going to be a phlebotomist and tell people his theories about how giving blood is like being married. Mina is supporting Jonathon through school with the goal of eventually being a SAHM and focusing on her writing career (autobiographical, of course).

The school is Drac University. Jonathon attends its law school, Drac U Law.

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Character Intro: Cedalion (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Iron Kid by Hermes

Lio by his parents and others

Age- 15 (immortal)

Location- Forgia district, New Olympus

Personality- Even though he's a bit closed off & reserved, he's also incredibly tenacious, observant, and ingeniously creative.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the demi-god of smelting ore his other powers/abilities include limited pyrokinesis, partial fire/heat immunity, ferrokinesis (metal manipulation), & enhanced craftsmanship. It's often said that his natural scent is the mixture of copper and shoe polish.

He's one of the very few demi-gods in the pantheon. Lio is of mixed heritage. His mother is Chrysanta (goddess of metal) while his father is a cyclops named Aurelius. The three of them live in a brownstone in the Forgia neighborhood of New Olympus. They also have a vacation home in Lemnos. In Lio's room it's meticulously neat & organized, the walls painted a cool blue and steel gray. There's a section in his room dubbed the "media center"- complete with the latest flat screen television, his computer system with four adjacent monitors, his laptop, tablet, & Talos Core VR/gaming systems). His bedroom door is made out of Celestial Bronze and his footwear is exceptionally polished.

The usuals for him from The Roasted Bean are the large iced coffee, dark chocolate mochas, & chai tea. He also likes dark cherry cola, root beer, as well as his mom's mango lassi and masala chaas.

Lio has a design book filled with sketches & ideas for automatons and other tech inventions.

He never misses breakfast! Some of his favorite morning dishes include scrambled eggs (added with bacon & spinach), onion poha, set dosa (served with coconut chutney), and avocado toast. He'll also enjoy a bowl of Choco-Crunch cereal.

He loves snacking on peppered beef jerky and salt-vinegar chips!

Lio's currently on break from school. He's constantly overthinking about his induction ceremony. He doesn't care about the little cliques the students have grouped themselves in. Lio will talk to anyone who he thinks is a good person. Among the deity students, he's close with Telesphorus (Rusty) (god of rehabilitation), Dysnomia (goddess of anarchy & lawlessness), and Theodon (god of reality, uncertainty, & fate). He'll also watch out for Koalemos (god of foolishness) during the dance class they share. At school Lio's a part of the blacksmithing and robotics clubs & is even friendly with some of its members- including the twin cyclopes named Eligius (Eli) and Ferron.

He may have a quietly growing crush on Dysnomia, but hasn't said anything out of fear of jeopardizing their friendship. Sometimes at lunch Rusty will shoot him a knowing glance.

In the pantheon those he holds in high esteem include the three blacksmithing cyclopes, Aetna (goddess of volcanoes); who he used to have a crush on, Techne (goddess of arts, crafts, & invention), and his official mentor- Hephaestus (god of the forge). Lio greatly admires the forge god's intelligence, tenacity, & otherwordly ingenuity. His parents gave him their blessing for him to be able to intern for Hephaestus at his main forge workshop during the weekends. After graduation, he hopes to get an official internship at iCHOR Tech. Lio also likes the messenger god Hermes.

His favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery is the dark chocolate fudge-peanut butter brownies and he also likes the chocolate root beer milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon.

Even though he wasn't born with dominant traits, Lio feels very connected to his cyclops heritage. He and his father have a close relationship as well as having a good relationship with his father's side of the family. A lot of family members on his dad's side are from & live in Lemnos and Lio loves spending time there hanging out with his cousins. A notable memory was when he, his father, uncles, & a few of his cousins went lava surfing!

Lio doesn't have a Fatestagram, but he does have a PanopTube channel where he mainly posts gaming streams and tech help videos.

Even though his mom & friend own a dragon and Lio himself has thought of getting one, he hasn't followed through due to his agrophobia (fear of heights).

He respects and cherishes his mother, thinking that she's the closest thing to perfection!

His favorite meal ever is mattar paneer served with white rice and naan. He also likes the double olympian burger (with extra mayo and bacon) with olympian sized onion rings from Olympic Chef.

In his free time Lio enjoys playing video games, skateboarding, football (soccer), rollerskating, cooking (with his parents), chess, laser tag, reading (his favorite being comics), lava surfing, swimming, & spending time in the workshop.

"I wish the impurities in people were a lot more malleable than the impurities in metal."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MADELENA REED]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SHAY MITCHELL]. You must be the [THIRTY-FIVE] year old [PEDIATRICIAN]. Word is you’re [INTELLIGENT] but can also be a bit [SECRETIVE] and your favorite song is [ILLUSION BY DIA LIPA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: madelena reed

nickname(s): mads, maddie, madi

pronouns & gender: her/her, cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

age: thirty-fiive

relationship status: single

birth date: december 31, 1988

birth place: los angeles, ca

time in town: three months (since february 15, 2024)

occupation: event planner

parents: mark & cecilia reed

siblings: penelope reed, hunter reed, madison reed.

personality: selfless, intelligent, secretive, lost

pet: orange kitten named oli

children: none

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: shay mitchell

height: 5'7"

hair color: brown

eye color: brown

FAVORITES:

color: lavender

non-alcoholic beverage: coca-cola zero

alcoholic beverage: gin & tonic

season: summer

candle scent: cranberry mandarin

book: it ends with us by colleen hoover

video game: backyard baseball

tv show: keeping up with the kardashians

animated tv show: rick & morty

movie: mystic pizza

holiday movie: national lampoon’s christmas vacation

disney movie: beauty & the beast

pixar movie: up

disney original movie:the lizzie mcguire movie

candy: sweedish fish

chocolate candy: sno-caps

Fruit: watermelon

Vegetable: kale

cuisine to eat: caprese chicken

cuisine to make: anything frozen

sport: hockey

sports team: ny rangers

genre of music: pop

artist: dua lipa

song: be the one by dua lipa

Biography:

Ever since Madelena was a young girl, she was wanting to help take care of people. It was something that came like second nature to her. She was a babysitter in between school and volleyball. She was very good at balancing out all of the stress in her life. She was able to remain on high honors while holding all of her other responsibilities. It was no surprise to her family when she was announced valedictorian of her class.

With all colleges having their eyes on her for both academics and volleyball, she decided that she was going to drop volleyball and focus on just her academics as she wanted to go to med school and become a doctor. She thought she wanted to be a surgeon but then she realized that was going to eat up so much of her life and something that was important to her was to have a family.

While in college, Madi came to realize that she liked both men and woman and when she came out to her family, they were happy that she was comfortable with coming out to them. They were all there to support her and told her that they were there for her no matter what.

After graduating college, she knew that she needed to get out of Los Angeles and she decided to head to New York City to complete her fellowship. She worked with some of the best doctors ever and she was even offered a job after completing her internship so she decided to remain there and work there for a few years. After hearing that one of her younger siblings was in trouble, she decided to come to Aurora Bay to help them out.

Ever since getting to town, she's learned some news about how she wasn't going to be able to have a family of her own and that's broken her heart but she's not letting anyone know the news until she finds out what to do herself.

#aurorabay.intro

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lookingforfairies · 6 months

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venus and coca-cola for the ask game!

hi <3

venus: what is the craziest thing you've ever read? (book, poem, song lyrics, etc.)

i'm not quite sure how to interpret this question but the most disturbing book i've read would probably be Intet by janne teller! we read the german translation in school at 14 and it was one of these experiences where i hated every second of it but couldn't put the book down either. it's about nihilism and kids losing their humanity and i just couldn't handle it, tho it was probably good for me... maybe haha. talk about books that alter your brain chemistry as a teen!

coca cola: are you happy? what would help you get there?

yeah i'd say i'm pretty happy at the moment! not every day is perfect and exciting ofc, but i am content and seldom really sad. i live with my family rn bc my internship is near their apartment and i just like being at home and being surrounded by my people :)

#thank uuuuu #ask away :)#just ignore me

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eliana-system · 7 months

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me with a 10/10 rib pain because it's touching my organs and i want to die but i have to talk because i'm doing my internship and the woman im talking to has no idea : :)

me when my cola isn't cold yet : T-T

#cripple punk #cpunk #host

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gbsmaltamarketing · 9 months

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How to Choose a Good MA Brand Management Course?

Have you heard of Apple, Google, Amazon, McDonald's, Microsoft, Disney, Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Nike, and IKEA? Of course, you have. These are some of the most renowned and respected brands in the world. And what they all have in common (apart from great products) is their creative and unique marketing and branding strategies. So, when searching for an exceptional MA Brand Management course, you must choose the one that will not only teach you theoretical knowledge or skills but also implement them in real-life situations. Let's explore the distinctive qualities of exceptional brand management courses in Malta that will help you become a successful marketing and brand manager.

Reputation and Accreditation: Select a programme offered by a reputable institution. The educational institution must have a solid reputation for its academic standards. The programme should also be accredited by a recognised accreditation body. This ensures that the course meets the highest standards of quality.

Latest Curriculum: The curriculum should be up-to-date and reflect the latest ongoing and upcoming marketing and brand management trends. The course should cover the latest topics, such as social media marketing, digital marketing, and influencer marketing. It should also teach students how to plan, present and implement brand strategies.

Experienced Faculty: The faculty of a MA Brand Management course must have prior experience in brand management. They must possess industry knowledge and a deep understanding of brands' challenges and opportunities. The faculties should share their insights and experiences with students to help them develop their own unique brand management skill sets.

Hands-On Learning: A good brand management course allows students to learn by doing. The course must include several hands-on learning activities like case studies, projects, and internships. Engaging in these activities will allow students to use the skills they learn in the classroom in practical, real-life scenarios.

Flexibility: The course must be designed in a way that caters to the diverse needs of students from all backgrounds. It should offer flexibility in terms of study pace, allowing each student to go at their own speed. Additionally, the course should be flexible enough to accommodate its students' varying schedules and commitments.

In addition to the points mentioned above, there are some additional factors to consider while selecting management courses in Malta. These factors can be the course fees, internship and job placement opportunities, and the accessibility of financial aid.

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motownfiction · 1 year

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the lucy who lunches

Will meets Lucy in the union for lunch, like he usually does on Tuesday afternoons. They’re both done with classes by eleven in the morning, and thanks to John’s mid-afternoon schedule every Tuesday and Thursday, he can watch Elenore while they spend sixty-to-ninety minutes feeling like normal college students. When you’re a nineteen-year-old dad, the little things are enormous.

Today’s lunch is mushy macaroni and cheese and Sugar Free Dr. Pepper, which is Lucy’s new favorite form of chilly caffeine. She’s worried about all that Coca-Cola she’s been drinking over the years, she says. Apparently, it’s true that too much sugar can make you feel ill.

“I just think it makes me more nauseous when I drink it versus when I don’t,” she says as she opens the bright blue can in front of her.

“Uh-huh,” Will says. “And when you had a Coke at the diner last week, and nothing happened …”

“That’s different. That’s the diner. I can have a Coke at the diner.”

“What makes the diner any different than right here? Or our living room?”

“It’s that this place is mundane. Our living room is mundane. The diner is exciting. It’s a special occasion. Therefore, Coke.”

“You know we’ve been going to that diner at least once a week since we were old enough to walk there unsupervised, right?”

Lucy blushes around a sip of her Dr. Pepper.

“I know that,” she says. “It’s just … different.”

Will laughs a little and tips his plastic fork in acknowledgment. Lucy doesn’t usually stand behind mental gymnastics, but when she does, it’s always at least a little bit funny.

“Anyway, enough about my pop,” Lucy says. “What did you and your friend Stan talk about?”

“He’s not my friend,” Will says. “He’s my academic advisor.”

“He wishes he was your friend.”

“I don’t know. Maybe. And, uh, we just talked about the classes I’m taking. We talked about what I think I’m going to major in.”

Lucy nods and swallows a bite of her macaroni and cheese.

“God, this macaroni tastes like shit,” she says.

“I know it does,” Will says. “We could bail. We could go have the traditional commuter college experience anywhere but here.”

“No, no. This is what we need to do if we want to feel normal. We eat the bad macaroni and hope to God they have waffle fries next Tuesday.”

Will shakes his head.

“You just don’t wanna listen to me talk about my meeting,” he says. “Do you?”

Lucy rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be that way, man,” she says. “You know I want to listen. That’s why I asked. It’s just that when I taste shitty food, I have to say something about it. It’s in my blood.”

Will laughs a little. For what it’s worth, Lucy’s telling the truth if he’s ever heard the truth. Two summers ago, after they graduated from high school, they went to Kevin Sheehan’s graduation party. When Kevin’s mother asked what they thought of the Papa Romano’s mostaccioli, Lucy looked her right in the eye and said, “You can almost taste the metal from the sauce can.” Lucy has never messed around when it comes to Will, Elenore, books, or food. And Will can’t get enough of it.

“Yeah, I know,” he says. “But anyway. I told him what we’d been talking about. You know, how I think I really do want to be a lawyer, but I don’t know if I’m good enough?”

“Of course you’re fucking good enough,” Lucy says. “Isn’t that what your advisor said? If he didn’t, you need to let me know when he’ll be in his office, since I’d like to kill him.”

“Calm down, killer, OK? He said I’m good enough. He also told me that an internship could help. Gave me this lady’s card and said she’ll be in her office until about four.”

Lucy scrunches up her face and leans over the table as Will gets the business card out of his pocket. He hands it to Lucy, who eagerly snatches it from between his fingers. When she reads the name on the card, her eyes get big and wide. Accordingly, Will’s heart gets small and sad.

“What’s going on?” he asks. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“It’s nothing,” Lucy says.

“It’s obviously something. If it were actually nothing, you wouldn’t have read this card like it has the date of the apocalypse printed on it.”

He looks up and tries to remember what else is on the card besides the professor’s name.

“You know, on second thought, the date of the apocalypse might actually be on there,” he says. “I’m not sure I looked that closely.”

“There is no apocalypse on this card,” Lucy says. “I mean … that’s given you don’t count Lorraine Davies as her own personal apocalypse.”

Will feels his throat get dry and his palms get sweaty. He thought he was done feeling this way when he was done taking math tests. Leave it to Lucy to figure out how to bring it back. After all, she’s the one who very first made him feel that way.

“What’s the matter with her?” he asks.

“I don’t know if that’s how I’d put it,” Lucy says. “It’s just that she’s really tough. She has these ridiculously high expectations for people’s academics, especially their writing. She was my professor for first-year comp last year, remember? She doesn’t usually teach that class, but I got lucky, in a way. I get along with her fine, and she usually has good things to say about my work. But I know she can be really, really ruthless when it comes to internships.”

Will frowns.

“And what?” he asks. “I couldn’t get an internship the way I am?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but you sure made a point about how you and Dr. Davies get along, and she has good things to say about your work.”

Lucy stabs at her macaroni without taking a bite. Will feels a little bit bad about it, though not for very long. Nobody prepares you for what to do when your biggest fear is the same as your wife’s.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “It’s just … look, internships are really hard to come by. Dr. Davies pretty much never prioritizes sophomores over juniors and seniors. Especially not in the fall semester.”

“How would you know?” Will asks. “Did you try to get an internship without telling me?”

Lucy shakes her head.

“I just asked about the likelihood,” she says. “Besides, I don’t even know if I could work one, anyway. Classes take me away from Elenore enough already.”

Will shakes his head.

“For the love of God, Lucy,” he says. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t try to guilt trip me into not meeting with Dr. Davies by saying I won’t have enough time to spend with our daughter if I get an internship. That’s not cool, OK? It’s not.”

Lucy sighs. She pushes her cup of macaroni to the side. Never a good sign.

“I’m sorry,” she says again. “I know that must sound pretty old right about now, but I am. It’s just … God, I can’t get over how fast everything is moving.”

Will reaches across the table and grabs Lucy’s hand. When he looks her in the eye, he thinks he probably knows everything she wants to say. He’ll let her say it, anyway. Lucy loves her words even more than she loves her lunch.

“It’s just like that fucking Ferris Bueller movie,” Lucy says. “Life does move pretty fast. I mean, a year and a half ago, we had just graduated from high school. Now we have a two-year-old, and people want us to get internships. What’s next? Am I going to be thirty? Forty? Will, what am I going to be like when I’m fifty? What am I going to look like?”

Will laughs a little. He hasn’t forgotten the way Lucy keeps tripping over her ego. He’ll think about that for a long time. But right now, he knows exactly what she means. Right now, he wishes he could stop time and just be with her, like it felt when they were sixteen under the bleachers at the dance.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” he says. “And you’re going to be amazing.”

“Thank you,” Lucy says. “You will be, too. It’s just … do we have to find out so quickly?”

“Eh. Fifty’s still a long time away. And since when does Lucy Callaghan not love to look forward to the future?”

Lucy sighs. She moves her macaroni cup closer to her again. A better sign.

“What kind of internship do you think I’d be good in?” Will asks.

“Whichever one lets you help the most people,” Lucy says. “I mean that, too. You’re good at it.”

Will nods, feeling a little proud. When he was younger, he was worried he’d grow up to be a jerk. He didn’t have any evidence that he would. No real examples. Just a worry. A fear. But when Lucy looks at him, she sees somebody worth his weight in salt and gold and love. Even when she’s tripping over her own ego, she still finds her way to him.

“So, preschool teacher,” he says. “Maybe kindergarten.”

Lucy laughs. She grabs a forkful of macaroni but doesn’t eat it just yet.

“Don’t knock it,” she says. “You’d be the best kindergarten teacher in the world. Our daughter already reads real English words. You should take a little credit.”

“Not as much as you.”

Lucy rolls her eyes.

“Oh, please,” she says. “I know I’m an arrogant mess, but I also know I’m better when I do things with you. Whatever they are.”

Will nods. He looks at the business card on the table one more time and takes a deep breath. He knows what he has to do.

“Before we head back home, I’m going to go up to the internship office,” he says.

Lucy nods.

“I know,” she says. “And I’m going to wait for you.”

They’re the best words Will thinks he could hear today. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, but he’s looking forward to it. Maybe he even has a good feeling. He’s not sure how much he’s gotten from Lucy in all their years together, but looking forward to things might be one. He should do it more often, he thinks. He likes the way it makes him feel. Like he could punch through steel or break out into an elaborate dance or something. He likes it. He likes it a lot.

Lucy finally takes that bite of her macaroni. After it gets down, she gags a little.

“God, that really is bad,” she says.

“I know, babe,” Will says. “I know.”

#drabble #writeblr #food #drink #ch: will o'connor #ch: lucy callaghan #ship: c'est la vie say the old folks #year: 1986 #series: feel like a number

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