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myhopelessromanticworld · 3 years

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magnetic fields pt.1 | katsuki b.

bakugou didn’t have time for love. i mean how could he when the only thing on his mind was surpassing all might and deku and becoming the number one hero. love was a distraction, something only extras took the time to care about. so why did he find it so hard to look away from you?

hey! so slight change of plans, this fic is going to be split into 2 parts! if you like this fic please let me know and please enjoy! (italicized bit is a memory!)

word count: 1,652

friday

bakugou’s leg bounced restlessly underneath his desk as his eyes flitted around the room, never staying focused on one point for longer than a few seconds before his simmering red gaze shifted off again to another random object in the room. present mic had given class 1-A a work period so the students could get help while writing essays and bakugou, being the responsible student he is, had finished the essay last week when it was assigned so he was forced to put his headphones in and zone out all period. present mic had wanted to send bakugou back to the dorms as this was class 1-A’s last lesson of the day and the weekend would start as soon as the bell rang, but he decided against it knowing aizawa would give him shit for it if he found out.

as the explosive boy quickly grew bored of examining the room around him, he found his eyes drifting to the one area of the class he was avoiding. as much as bakugou tried to desperately search for a way to occupy his attention, he couldn’t ignore the pull he felt towards her, and like a moth to a flame his fiery eyes finally laid upon her. the one who’s plagued his every waking thought for the last few weeks, the one that caused him so much anger and confusion, the epitome of distractions, y/n. he didn’t know how it started or when it started but he did know that his infatuation for the girl was pissing him off. he had first noticed it a few weeks earlier during class sparring sessions with mr. aizawa.

bakugou had just finished sparring with todoroki and was sitting near him and some other classmates on the sidelines of the gym, waiting for the others to finish their fights. the gym floor was cleared of all equipment and 10 large circles were chalked out on the concrete floor. the training exercise was easy enough; get your opponent out of the circle without relying on a quirk using only hand-to-hand combat. mr. aizawa walked around the circles analyzing each student’s combat skills and body movements, searching for any weakness in their stance or defense. the pairs were chosen at random which lead to some odd sparring matches. so far everyone seemed to be doing relatively well for a bunch of extras. one of the oddest pairings was y/n and kirishima. kirishima towered over the tallest of his classmates and was strong even if he couldn’t use his quirk. of course that didn’t mean y/n couldn’t beat him and she was going to prove that to everyone in class 1-A. their fight had been going on much longer than everyone else’s and soon enough kiri and y/n were the only ones left standing. the melody of grunts and groans and the sounds of punches landing drew the eyes of the class and soon everyone was watching the intense fight. a couple of male students had made their concern for y/n’s well-being known when her and kiri had been matched up, but y/n and mr. aizawa had both been adamant that she would be fine. y/n didn’t say anything, but it pissed her off that her fellow students thought she wouldn’t be able to handle herself against kirishima, sure she couldn’t best kiri using pure physical strength, but she had seen him fight countless times and knew what tells and habits to look out for in order to beat him. kirishima was a big dude so he was a lot slower than y/n, taking advantage of this she stepped quickly in a circle around kiri throwing out hard jabs whenever she saw an open spot. after getting a few jabs in y/n would back off and keep herself out of kirishima’s reach until she’d regained some energy and went back in to cause more damage.

bakugou watched with a limited interest as y/n attempted to rush kirishima yet again. he was honestly kind of surprised she was doing so well, her strategy really seems to be workin- a small gasp left bakugou’s mouth as he watched his best friend grab y/n’s wrist mid-punch and before he could blink kirishima threw the girl down to the mat. it seemed kirishima had either figured out her strategy or had grown frustrated with her quick fists, bakugou guessed both. kirishima leaned down to grab y/n’s ankle and in a complete act of panic, her right foot shot out and slammed into kirishima’s forehead. y/n knew she would eventually have to give up her strategy and go all out, so as kirishima stumbled back, she popped up on her feet, turned her back to his chest, hauled one of his arms over her shoulder and used her hips and his weight to toss him over her shoulder and over the boundary. bakugou’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at y/n’s powerful figure. her skin glistened with sweat as her chest rose and fell in deep waves under her blue school uniform, her cheeks were flushed red from over-exertion and stray hairs plastered themselves to the side of her face and her forehead. her stance was wide, her shoulders were squared and set, and her head was held high, her form exuding strength and power.

seeing her in such a strong, sure state flipped a switch somewhere inside bakugou, and as he watched her take a few deep breaths and bask in the afterglow of her win he felt a fluttering in his stomach. it knocked the breath out of his chest with how overwhelming the feeling was and as he continued watching her the feelings only grew. his breathing picked up and there was an odd sensation in his chest, it felt like a heart attack but pleasant, he felt at peace, almost hypnotized by the way his heart soared in his chest. he mindlessly basked in his feelings until he began to feel his cheeks heat up, as that familiar heat crawled up his pale cheeks he tore himself out of thoughts about the way y/n’s hair shined under the gym lights he began to berate himself. katsuki shook his head, ‘what the hell are you thinking man? extras like her are competition, that’s it! she’s not worth another second’. as bakugou yelled at himself internally the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and he left the gym with the rest of his class, desperately trying to think of anything other than y/n’s muscular arms peeking out of her uniform.

and ever since that day bakugou found his eyes drifting to her more often, he noticed more about her and her little actions throughout the day. when she read her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned lightly as her eyes scanned the page, giving her a cute little pout that bakugou came to realize was her concentration face. he noticed how her hands were constantly in her hair, smoothing over the strands and running her fingertips soothingly over her scalp. he saw the way her eyes lit up when she ate dinner after a particularly rough training day, and he never missed the sweet sound of her voice as she hummed to herself while doing mundane tasks like the dishes, or tying her shoes. to put it bluntly - he was smitten. and that pissed him off! how dare she body slam her way into his life and occupy his mind like she had! he was going to be the number one hero and he couldn’t be distracted by some extra who would be lucky to be ranked in the top 100. bakugou shook his head lightly to himself and reached down to dig through his backpack for some paper and a pencil. he let himself get lost in his music as he began to doodle thoughtlessly on the paper, a poor attempt at distraction from the magnetic girl across the room. there was nothing that special about her. glance. she talked too loudly when she got excited and it hurt his already sensitive, damaged ears. glance. she got snarky in the mornings. glance. when she gets really mad her cheeks puff up. glance. when she’s talking about a passion of hers, her hands swing about. glance. on weekends she stumbles out of her dorm for breakfast, skin pink and warm from sleep, and a blanket wrapped tightly around her body. glance. when things in class or in life get too intense for her liking, she laughs. laughs until her face turns red - though bakugou has a theory that her face turns red because she’s embarrassed for acting out of place. glance-.

he knew this day would come, knew she would catch him looking at her. but as their gazes connected across the classroom, bakugou couldn't even find it in himself to be embarrassed, instead it felt like thousands of lightning bolts slammed through his body. his heart began pounding, his head felt foggy, his palms started sweating, a mix of chills and fluttering filled his stomach and in that moment all he wanted to do was hold her face in his hands and pour his heart out to her. but he can’t. and won’t. so instead he sends y/n a vicious snarl and forces his eyes back to his paper. he continued his drawing of kirishima, desperately trying to forget the look of confusion and hurt that crossed y/n’s face at his aggressive expression. bakugou spent the last few minutes of class thinking about the weekend ahead, and when the final bell for the day rang he collected his things and rushed out of the classroom before he could look at her again. bakugou only had two objectives for the upcoming weekend; train and get y/n out of his head.

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: Rules of Engagement Chapter 2

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 06

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Emeline)

Wordcount: 4,5K

Warnings: some fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Author’s notes: I want to thank all the comments I got on the first chapter. I didn’t expect this series to get so much recognition. Thank you! Here’s chapter 02. I do hope you all enjoy it and once again I would love to read your feedback.

Chapter 02 - What are the odds?

As soon as Henry stepped out the car in front of the church, he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander, looking for Em. It was almost second nature to him by now, whenever he would meet their friends, his eyes instinctively looked for her.

This time they landed on Todd first, standing outside and holding his baby girl Sophie in his arms. Henry could already feel the smile tugging on his lips as he made his way over, adjusting his button-down and blazer in the process. Last time he had seen the girl, she had just been born, only a week before he had to travel and start shooting The Witcher, but Todd and Clara made sure to keep him updated with pictures of his future goddaughter.

“My God, mate! you’re huge!” Todd commented voice full of awe and Henry chuckled, too distracted by the baby in his friend’s arms.

There was a huge pink bow on top of her brown curly hair and her eyes were bright blue and staring at Henry as he made a couple of silly faces until he got a bubbly giggle.

“What are they doing to you?”

“You don’t want to know. Sorry, I’m late. My flight was delayed.”

“You’re not all that late. Em had wardrobe trouble and Clara is giving her a hand,” Todd said, chuckling as Henry offered his hands up to the toddler, and to his surprise, Sophie actually reached for him, asking to be taken and Henry smirked. “She’s 6 months and already under your charms,” Todd clicked his tongue, handing over the girl.

It was no secret that Henry loved children and children loved Henry. Not only that, but he was also actually good with them. Maybe it was all the nephews and nieces, maybe it was just his natural gift, but kids tended to be in his best behavior with him.

Someone’s got a booboo? Call uncle Henry to kiss it better. Crying fit over a stolen toy or a no? Uncle Henry will hold them until they feel better. Don’t want to sleep? Uncle Henry will tell stories and even do all the voices. Sugar high and need to tire them out? Uncle Henry is on the job with a good dose of Kal…

Henry truly didn’t mind being only a call away for his family and friends. Being the last-minute babysitter whenever he was in town and having a chance of spoiling them rotten. He loved being Uncle Henry but he just couldn’t wait for the day he would be the dad.

First, he needed to find a good partner but so far, his relationships had crashed and burned, some more epically than others. And Henry wasn’t getting any younger. He would hate to be one of those fathers that had their first kid in their fifties, but he was slowly approaching his forties and had yet to meet the woman he wanted to have that kind of commitment with.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts that would lead nowhere, Henry followed Todd to a sideway entrance of the church so they could go in without making much of a fuss. It seemed almost fate that just as they stepped inside, a small hidden door opened and both Clara and Em stepped out.

For a second, Henry just stared, because Em looked so beautiful in that form-fitting soft pink dress, her dark hair falling in elegant waves over her shoulders. He didn’t even notice the sigh he let out or the small snort that came from Todd.

Henry wasn’t in the habit of lying to himself, but he made an exception when it came to this because Em might be the only woman he ever really felt like he could have a long-term relationship with. They just clicked in every aspect.

She was funny and goofy, unafraid of giving him hell whenever he was getting a big head. She could be almost brutally honest at times, but Henry had become quite good at calling her out on it with just one look. Em never failed to make him laugh, and he knew that, aside from Clara, he was the only that got her to completely loosen up. And, of course, he couldn’t forget, that the sex was amazing.

Henry was still dreaming about their last encounter last month, the feel of her without any barriers, and how much trust she laid on him to even suggest such a thing. He loved her even more for it and if only she would stop being so stubborn and accept that she loved him too and that they were perfect together, Henry wouldn’t have this problem. Because he knew Em wanted kids too.

They had this conversation one drunken night about a year ago. She had just broken up with her latest boyfriend, for reasons he couldn’t remember, and came over with a bottle of bourbon ready to drown her sorrows.

It was a cool spring night and they lied in his garden watching the night sky and passing the bottle back and forth, complaining about life and love and everything in between. Kal lodged between them, snoring loudly and making them both fall in a fit of giggles every once in a while.

“Ok, confession time…” Em said, turning sideways to look at him. The way she squinted her eyes to see him made Henry laugh. “I miss the kingstache.” She traced the smooth skin of his upper lip and Henry grinned wide.

“You?” he asked in disbelief. “The one that mocked me the most? That called it a porn mustache?”

“Yes, alright?” she pouted at him knocking against Kal, alcohol impairing her coordination. The dog looked up startled and confused before slipping away from between them. “I miss it. It felt good, especially…”

“Especially what?” Henry asked, turning sideways too and now they were so close he could smell the whiskey in her breath; their noses almost bumping against one another.

“The feel of it whenever you were eating me out,” Em confessed, lip tucked between her teeth as they stared at each other. “And only you could rock a mustache like that, ok?”

“I love how honest you get when we put some alcohol in you,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips.

It was supposed to be just a soft peck but Em fisted his hoodie, holding him still while she explored his mouth in a sloppy kiss and Henry felt his body responding to it. The heat spreading, the stirring in his trousers but he pulled away and gave her a stern look.

“We shouldn’t. we’re drunk and nursing breakups…” he warned but she cut him off with another kiss. This one lasted longer, especially as she pressed her entire body against his, one hand coming to scratch his scalp just like Henry loved it and he moaned into the kiss.

“That’s why it’s perfect,” she mumbled. “We can fuck it out of our systems and move on… I don’t want the next guy to be a rebound.”

“Oh, but I can be? That’s lovely.” He arched an eyebrow, hurt and offended. She sat up and rolled her eyes.

“Like I wasn’t a rebound after most of your girlfriends, Hen? You know what? Forget it. I’m leaving.” Em got up in unsteady feet and Henry was by her side in a flash, helping to keep her upright. She could never hold her liquor all that well.

“You’re too drunk. Just stay here. I can get the guest room ready if you’re that pissed at me.”

“I’m not…” she sighed, resting again his chest, but looking away from him. “I really thought Alex was…”

“Really? I always knew he was a wanker.”

Henry felt the warm huff of her laugh against the exposed skin of his throat before she finally looked up at him, chin resting on his sternum, her big and warm brown eyes glassy, lids lowered, her cheeks flushed from alcohol. It was a beautiful sight and he loved how much shorter Em was; how she fitted in his embrace like she belonged there. Henry pushed the thought aside as he guided her inside and up the stairs.

“He was jealous of you, you know?” she flopped on the bed and let Henry take off her jeans, sweater, and bra. “I think he guessed that we have sex on occasion.”

Henry only hummed in reply, picking up one of his old shirts and helping her to put it on. It fit her almost like a dress, hanging almost at her knees, the neckline loose and slipping over her shoulder. He shouldn’t think it was this cute, but he couldn’t help himself. He bent closer, kissing her softly and Em sighed against his lips.

“I’m gonna grab some aspirin for you, please don’t hurl on my floor.”

She gave him a clumsy punch on the shoulder that Henry barely felt, and he chuckled all the way to the kitchen. He wished he could tell Em that he was glad Alex wasn’t the one and that he would like her to see Henry might be. They’ve been doing this for 8 years now and it was probably the longest relationship he had with anyone. If you could call periodically hooking up with a good friend a relationship.

He got back to the room and Em was already asleep, head buried on his pillow and Henry felt bad for waking her up but if she didn’t take anything right now, it would be worst in the morning. For both of them. He shook her lightly and she blinked blearily at him, but still accepting the pill he put in her hand and the sip of water he offered.

“Thanks, Hen. I love you,” she slurred, and Henry chuckled, setting the glass aside while he took off his clothes.

Em would always blurt that out when she was this drunk and it always warmed his heart, giving him hope until the bright light of the day came and he realized that no matter how many times she would say it, Em would still fight this pull between them.

“You’re welcome, love.”

He crawled in bed with her and Em immediately settled against him, tugging on his arm until Henry was spooning her, holding her tight. She was such a cuddler and he loved it. He loved to fall asleep with his nose buried in her head, inhaling the scent of sugar and spice that clung to her. He loved the feel of her warm skin and the soft snores that she never admitted she let out or the way she clung to his hand until she fell asleep.

It was sweet torture to have her like this, knowing that when morning came, Em would be out the door, both of them going their separate ways. But at least for those blissful hours, in the darkness of the night, Henry could pretend otherwise.

For a while, there was only silence and Henry thought she had fallen asleep again. He was almost drifting off himself when she spoke again.

“You will be the perfect partner for some lucky lady out there,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly coherent considering how drunk she was. “And a great dad.”

“Thanks, Em,” Henry smiled and kissed her temple.

“I’m terrified of having kids,” Em confessed quietly, turning in his arms so they could look at each other in the darkness. “I mean, I didn’t have the greatest role model for a family.”

Henry pushed some hairs away from her face, looking at the big doe eyes staring at him with a glimmer of wetness. He knew her mom left when she was very young and her dad was… well, interesting.

“Do you want to?” he asked, thumb caressing her jaw. “Have kids, I mean?” she nodded, a flitting smile sneaking into her face.

“Yeah, two,” she said softly. “Because I hated being an only child. Good thing I had Clara. How about you?”

“I always thought at least three,” he replied, smiling too. “I want my house full, just like I had growing up.”

“At least?” she cocked an eyebrow at him, and Henry chuckled and shrugged. “I guess that sounds good too, maybe a little chaotic… I mean, how would that work with you and your wife working full time?”

“I would take some time off, of course…” Henry said, lying on his back, one arm around her, the other bent beneath his head. “I’m doing pretty well financially, and I could afford to spend some time off-screen or maybe take smaller roles, local productions…”

“You really thought this out, huh?” Em asked head tilted his way and Henry nodded. He lost count how many times he envisioned this scenario, the only thing that usually changed was the face he pictured for the woman in his life. “You would turn the guest room into a nursery?”

“At first, yeah, but I definitely would want a bigger place,” he said, drawing patterns on her arm. “A little farther away from the city, with a nice kitchen and a big master bedroom. A garden so Kal can run around and the kids could have a playground, maybe even a treehouse…”

“That sounds nice, I’d like that,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering close, her breath evening out. With one last smile, Henry kissed her brow and let himself drift off too.

That conversation had stayed with him for way longer than it should. Em didn’t remember any of it of course, but Henry did because it seeded something in his heart that he had to work hard to ignore whenever they were together.

Henry guessed it could be seen as a small blessing that their hookups weren’t happened all that often anymore, even if they were both single. He also couldn’t help but notice that when they did end up together, Em seemed to fight the pull that existed between them until she finally relented and fell in bed with him. It made him wonder what changed. Why she felt like they couldn’t have this anymore.

“Henry! You’re here!” Clara greeted him with a kiss on the cheek before she looked down at her daughter comfortably settled on his arms. “And you already charmed Sophie, I see.” She looked at Todd with a grin. “You owe me a tenner.”

Todd rolled his eyes, taking the girl from Henry so they could walk into the church with their daughter, while Henry and Em took their places at the altar, side by side and he gave her a sideways glance to have a better look at her.

“You look nice.”

“You too,” she smiled at him. Her soft, glossy lips looked so tempting that Henry had to discreetly shift his stance to adjust himself.

“What was wrong with your dress?” His gaze lingered on the generous neckline that gave a very nice view of her cleavage. “Looks really good. Especially your tits. They look bigger somehow.”

“Henry!” Em hissed sharply with a glare, but he could see she was fighting off a smile. “But you might actually be right because I busted a seam under my arm and Clara had to sew it back together.”

Before Henry could comment on anything else, the ceremony started and they returned to their best behavior. Todd and Clara brought Sophie forward, handing the girl to Henry and Em so she could be baptized and they were named her godparents.

It was hardly a surprise for them that the couple had invited them, especially because Henry had Todd as a fifth brother and he knew Em viewed Clara as a sister, but they were both honored by the invitation.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone started to head to Todd and Clara’s place for the celebration. Henry was about to ask Em for a ride since he had taken a taxi but froze when he saw her heading to a car with a guy he didn’t know.

“Hey Todd,” he caught his friend who was on his way to say goodbye to a few guests that wouldn’t be able to make to the party. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Jack,” Todd said, following Henry’s gaze, catching sight of Em chatting with the blonde man. “He’s a friend of Clara’s. He and Em met a couple of months ago.”

“They’re dating?” Henry asked with a frown and uncomfortable burn in his stomach, like acid reflux. He had to swallow hard against the urge to puke.

“I don’t know,” Todd shrugged. “But they seemed to have hit off pretty well.”

As if on cue, Em’s laugh rang loud and bright as Jack held the door open so she could slide inside, and Henry had to clench his jaw to stop himself from cursing. From the look on Todd’s face, his friend noticed.

“Need a ride?” he asked, pulling Henry’s attention back him. “My brother is heading off right now.”

“Yes, thanks.”

Henry tried to push the thoughts of Em and the Jack bloke aside, pay at least a little bit of attention to whatever Todd’s brother was droning on and on, but it seemed to be an impossible task. Fortunately, the younger man didn’t seem to need his interaction to make conversation, so Henry just hummed occasionally, looking out the window. He wondered why Em didn’t mention Jack at all last time they saw each other.

Sure, it was a quick visit, but they did talk a lot before they ended up in bed together. It would have been nice to know in advance that she was dating. Was she dating? Em didn’t strike him as the kind of woman that would hook up with someone else if she was seeing another but maybe that was why she was so reluctant to sleep with him last few times?

Before Henry could reach any conclusion, they arrived and he thanked Todd’s brother for the ride before letting his gaze wander through the small gathering of people, locating Em. She was unsurprisingly surveying the cake and pastries since her bakery provided every single treat offered at this party.

Henry didn’t taste anything yet, but he knew they were delicious. Em had a unique talent for baking and it was no wonder her store was becoming more and more popular. He knew part of it was her perfectionism. Even though her team worked with her for years now and knew exactly how she would plan tables and displays, she still needed to survey everything, making sure it was up to her standards.

He took a step in her direction, but before he could go any further, Clara called his name and caught his arm in a soft but firm grip, giving the guest she was talking to a small smile of apology before tugging him to the side.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” she smiled and for a relatively small woman, she could be very intimidating. It was something to do with her piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through him. “Have you met Jack?”

“Not really,” he replied in surprise and confusion. Sometimes it felt like Clara could read his mind or something.

“Let me introduce you to him, then,” Clara said, pulling him along and Henry didn’t have in him to protest. He was after all curious about the man. “And please, be nice and make an effort to like him.”

“What does it matter if I like him or not?”

Clara turned to face Henry, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, and weirdly enough, Henry felt like shrinking into himself at the weight of her stare. No wonder she was such an amazing prosecutor. That one stare was enough to make him want to confess all his crimes.

“So, you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Henry asked. This was one of the most cryptic conversations he had ever had, and he had to do interviews about DCEU without giving any spoilers. Clara heaved a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re Em’s judge.”

“Sorry, I’m what?”

“Em’s judge. For a man’s character. If you don’t like a man she’s seeing or interested in, she’ll dump their arse like a hot potato. You never noticed?”

“No! Clara, that’s… insane! I have no saying in who Em dates.” Henry huffed an awkward breath as he watched his friend. She could not be serious, but from the way she was looking at him, he knew she met every word.

“We both know you don’t have to say anything.” Clara rolled her eyes at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised that Alex lasted as long as he did considering your face turned sour everything time he was around. It was like you had shit stuck under your nose. But regardless if you believe it or not, could you make an effort with Jack? I really think he could be great for Em.”

“Fine!” Henry sighed just wanting to get out of this conversation. “But not right now. I haven’t eaten in six hours and I’m starting to get dizzy.”

“Thank you!” She flashed him a bright smile. “Head to the kitchen and grab something. Brunch will still be a while.” She came to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before walking away before Henry could even process what was happening.

Henry stood there for a few moments like gaping fish, still trying to wrap his head around the entire conversation but giving up because when it came to Clara, she was lightyears ahead of them on some things. He might as well do what he was told and get a snack before he passed out.

To Henry’s surprise, when he got to the kitchen, he found Em at the sink, finishing up a sandwich that she handed him as soon as he stepped closer.

“What’s this?”

“Toasted wheat bread, no crust, turkey slices, and that tasteless cheese you actually like. Honey mustard, but no mayo,” she said, leaning against the counter and giving him a smile when Henry’s stomach rumbled. “I figured you didn’t have time to grab a bite to eat at the airport...”

“I didn’t. Thanks,” he grinned at her, taking a bite and groaning loudly, making Em chuckle.

“Settle down, Cavill. It’s not that good,” she joked, popping a piece of turkey on her mouth, but grimacing. “Urgh, this taste like cardboard.”

“You’re ok?” he frowned at Em.

“Yeah, just feeling a little queasy all morning,” she replied. “But I have to eat something or my blood sugar gonna plummet.”

Abandoning his sandwich for a second, Henry moved closer to her, resting the back of his hand against her forehead and then neck, frowning lightly.

“You are a little hot.”

“Thanks,” she flashed him a cheeky smile that made Henry chuckle.

“You know what I mean.” He cupped her cheek and it was a testament of how bad she much be feeling if Em was actually letting her guard down and allowing this small intimate moment in a place anyone could walk in on them. “You might be coming down with something.”

“Fuck! I hope not. This is one of my busiest months,” she let out a long exhale, and maybe it was just Henry’s wishful thinking, but he thought Em might have stepped closer, almost leaning into him and all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her.

“Am I interrupting?” Clara cleared his throat, making them both jump and turn to stare at her guiltily as she looked at them with a knowing smirk.

Henry wondered why she seemed to be everywhere. He knew it was this sort of gift every great hostess had but it could be very annoying when all he wanted was some privacy with Em.

“No,” Em recovered first, stepping away from Henry. “I’m just not feeling well, and Henry was checking up on me.”

Clara just hummed, coming closer and mimicking Henry’s actions, her brow drawing into a frown.

“I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re a little hot. Maybe it’s just that time of the month?” she asked, giving Henry a sideways glance.

“No, I had my period…” Em trailed off with a thoughtful frown as if she couldn’t exactly recall and Clara chuckled.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d joke you’re pregnant,” Clara teased with a smile. “I mean, the bloating and nausea and all that? Anyway, just lie down for a while. You’re probably just overworked.”

Once again, Clara was gone like a quick whirlwind, leaving Henry and Em to stare at each other in shock. He knew his eyes were wide and he was stunned into silence. Em just looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“No!” she snapped once Henry recovered enough to try to say something. “Don’t even think it, Henry. It was once and I have an IUD. It can’t be.”

“You’re right,” he agreed quickly, but his heart was still thundering in his chest, his hands sweaty and he could barely breathe, terror and excitement mingled together in his chest, but he didn’t dare to voice it. Not when Em looked like she was about to throw up.

“Clara’s right. I’m just tired,” she sounded like she was trying to convince herself, not Henry. “I just need a good night of sleep. That’s all. So, we’re not gonna talk about this, because it’s impossible. What are the odds of actually happening?”

Less than 1 percent, Henry found out later, once he was at home and couldn’t sleep, still thinking about the entire thing. He googled it to calm his nerves, surprised by the hint of disappointment he felt at learning it was next to impossible. It wasn’t enough to stop him from thinking and wondering, though.

Enough so that when he heard the sound of his doorbell, Henry nearly jumped out of his skin. It was a noise he practically had forgotten about since Kal would always announce newcomers way before they could ring it. But Kal was back in Budapest. It didn’t make sense to bring him over when Henry would only be staying a day.

Henry glanced at his clock, frowning at the late hour as he made his way downstairs and pulled his door open. Em pushed her way inside, her face tearstained and a mask of fury as she threw something his way. Henry caught by reflex, before staring at her in confusion.

“I hate you, Cavill! I fucking hate you!” she declared, sniffling and hugging herself.

“Em, what…?” he didn’t get to finish his question, because she gestured at the object he was still holding. Henry finally looked down, eyes widening when he realized it was a pregnancy test. One of those pharmacy types and it was positive.

“I did five of them. All positive,” she said, rubbing her face dry and glaring at him. “Damn you and your fucking Superman sperm!”

Henry stared at her wordless, still clinging to the white stick in his hand.

“What are we gonna do?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how.

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Hi! If you don’t mind I have a request for you: A reader X Connor, where the reader is a innocent person who always attended a private school. So when she ends up going to her first public school and meets Connor they eventually become friends. Jared wants to mess with Connor (for idk what reasons) and decides to try to make the reader un pure (if that makes sense) So then Connor try’s to protect the reader from Jared.

Connor Murphy XReader: Prep

Words: 7184

Warning: Swearing, sexual innuendo

Reader Pronouns: she/her

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a little while. I decided to do some writing on my fall break, and decided to do one of my requests! I was inspired by this request and it’s a little longer than most of my other stories, so I hope this is something like what you had in mind. Enjoy~

Part 1: ((You are here))Part 2: Here

It was raining. You always likedthe rain. It made everything fresh and brought a certain smell with it thatmade you feel relaxed.

Yes. Today was going to be a goodday.

You stood patiently in front ofthe bus stop for your new school with your plain black umbrella overhead. Thepaint was chipped away from the edges of the sign, and the picture of the bushad a symbol of some sort which obscured the image. The graffiti held your gazefor a moment and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably. It was the middleof the school’s fall term, barely November, which meant a new set of classes,and a new curriculum you would probably be behind in. Hopefully you could findsomeone to stick close to that would help you catch up or at least point you inthe right direction.

The sight of a yellow bus with thenumber ‘201’ in bold black letters heading toward you made you straighten up,pulling your bag close to you. You smiled at the bus driver as she opened thedoor and you gave a small wave, “Good morning.”

The bus driver seemed momentarilyconfused as she looked you over, “Are you sure you’re in the right place,kid?”

An uneasy feeling set in and youreyes moved down to your outfit.

Plain white button up shirt. Darkblue blazer. Green and blue plaid tie. Blue and green plaid skirt. Plain blackshoes. White knee-high socks. Brown leather messenger bag.

No. You hadn’t forgotten anything.You didn’t know what to wear to your new school because they hadn’t given you anew uniform so you decided to wear the uniform from your old school. It wasbetter to look professional than to show up in casual clothing.

You looked back to the driverconfused, “No, I checked the online map of stops twice. This should beright. Bus route 201 to Westside High School?”

The driver nodded, confirming theroute number, and then gestured onto the bus, “Well, hop onboardthen.”

You nodded back, smile returningas you got onto the bus, closing your umbrella as you went. As you got to the topof the stairs and turned, you realized why the driver was so confused. Youlooked on into a sea of leggings, jeans, and t-shirts, and you felt yourstomach sink.

Your new school didn’t haveuniforms. You were wearing a uniform.

You tried to find an empty seatquickly, nearly sprinting to the very back of the bus, and sat down, pullingyour bag onto your lap and avoid eye contact with everyone else. The bus beganmoving again and you stared out the window, trying to take your mind off ofwhat the day may hold.

Maybe you could call your parents andget them to drop something off for you to wear at school. No, you didn’t wantto bother them. You would be fine.

You could do this.

You let out a quiet breath andlooked up as more students filed onto the bus. Most of them slid into seatsnear the front and you looked away again, staring at the rain as it hit thewindow and slowly dripped down the glass. The bus started moving again.

A rather aggressive thud from yourleft grabbed your attention and you turned to see a boy towering over you,drenched dark brown curls framing his face, sticking to his cheeks in oddangles from the rain. He was strikingly beautiful, you realized almostinstantly. His face was all angles, skin flawless and pale like porcelain, and beautifuleyes. Your gaze followed down his torso, and along his arms. That’s when yourealized his hand was resting on the back of your seat and he was staring downat you almost expectantly, “You’re in my seat.”

“I’m sorry-” You saidquickly, gathering your bag up close to you as your cheeks heated up, realizingthat you’d been staring at him, “-I’m new. Sorry. I didn’t realize the bushad assigned seating-”

The boy quirked an eyebrow,“It doesn’t. Not really.” He seemed to watch you for a moment,blocking you from getting up before he looked at the other seats on the bus.All full. He hesitantly sat down beside you in the seat, the sleeve of hishoodie was cold and wet as it pressed against your arm and you could feel therain soaking into your jacket sleeve. His gaze turned back to you almost nervously,“You said you were new.” It was more of a statement than a question.

You nodded once simply as youmoved over slightly, giving him more room in hopes that you would remain dryfor the most part, “Yeah, I used to go to Saint Vincent Prep. But my parentsmoved closer to this school district so now I’m going here. It’s my firstday.”

The boy beside you smirkedslightly, glancing down at your uniform, “Yeah I can tell.” There wasa small pause as his eyes flickered over your face.

After a moment you gestured toyourself, “I’m uh…I’m Y/N by the way.”

He let out a breath, soundingalmost disappointed as he finally looked away from you and back to the front ofthe bus, “And I’m not someone you want to actually be acquainted with.”

Your smiled faltered and youlooked to him in confusion, “I’m…sorry?”

“Look,” He straightened up in hisseat and continued to avoid your gaze now, “You don’t know this because you’renew, but I’m that kid that everyone avoids. And for good reason. Just doyourself a favor and forget about me the instant we get off this bus.”

You stared at him, eyes moving tohis clothes, his bag, his general appearance. You couldn’t figure out whyanyone would actively avoid him. His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his bagas if he could feel your eyes on him. Slowly you spoke, your voice quieter thanyou expected, “Why would people avoid you?”

He huffed almost angrily, “BecauseI’m not exactly a football player or one of the popular kids okay? I’m-” He stoppedvery abruptly, jaw locking before he spoke much quieter, “You’ll find out soonenough anyway.”

You moved to open your mouth whenhe suddenly got up and all but ran towards the front of the bus, disappearingout the doors as soon as they opened. The other students followed suit and youlooked out the window to see the school. You took a moment to mentally prepareyourself for the day ahead before heading off the bus toward the lobby of theschool. You entered the rather large building, making your way to a doorlabeled ‘Main Office’ where a well-kept man in a blue button up shirt satbehind a large desk.

He glanced up upon seeing you andgave a tired smile, “Hello, dear, you must be Miss L/N, our new student?”

“That’s me, yes,” You nodded andfelt a bit of the worry melt away, they were expecting you. Maybe this wouldn’tbe so bad.

He nodded and hummed to himself ashe dug through a file on his desk with loose papers inside. Eventually hepulled out a chart and handed it to you, “Here is your class schedule. Theschool is actually having an assembly during first and second period today, soI would advise hurrying to your first class while they’re still takingattendance.”

“Thank you,” You say, taking theschedule from him before making a beeline out of the office, “Have a greatday.”

“You too,” His voice came frombehind you.

English. Room 128.

You nodded to yourself as youbegan scanning the doors around you. After a few minutes of searching, youfound your classroom and gently knocked on the door before opening it slightly.

“Jenna Carver-” The teacherstopped and looked up at you.

The rest of the students stared atyou as you entered and you smiled nervously before looking back to the teacherat her desk. The teacher seemed momentarily confused as she shifted her bodytowards you, “Yes, can I help you with something?”

“I’m the new student? Y/N L/N? I’min this class, I think,” You said, trying to jog the teacher’s memory of somesort of mention of you.

She noddedonce and looked back to her computer screen, eyes scanning up and down beforeshe clicked something and looked back to you, “It appears you are on my class list, and you are nowmarked as present. My name is Mrs. Giddeon, but ‘Mrs. G’ or ‘Giddeon’ is fine.Take a seat. I’ve just got to take the rest of attendance and then we will allbe heading down to the gymnasium shortly.”

You nodded and looked around theclassroom at the desks which were tables that sat two or three people. Moststudents had someone already sitting with them, and some tables had already hitfull capacity. Your gaze landed on an empty table at the back of the classroomthat no one was currently sitting in. Slowly you made your way towards theempty table, past all of the talking students, and then took your seat in thespot closest to the aisle.

“Hey.”

You turned to the people sittingbeside you. There was a boy there looking in your general direction. He pushedhis glasses up his nose slightly before gesturing towards you and leaning a bitcloser, “You’re new so you might not know this, but you definitely do not wantto sit there.”

“I’m sorry, what? Why?” You lookedat the desk in confusion, eyes checking it for some sort of fatal flaw.

“There’s this kid who sits there.Connor Murphy. Total freak. He’s got crazy anger issues and screams at peoplein the hallway, shoving, punching, whatever. Y'know? Literal school shooter inthe making. I’d advise staying away from that desk, that way you can get coverwhen he eventually snaps,” He says, shifting over slightly, gesturing to the seatbetween him and a girl who seemed intently focused on her phone, “You can sithere if you want. Wouldn’t want you to end up as collateral damage.”

“Jared Kleinman.” The teachercalled out a little louder as if she had repeated herself a few times, grabbingyour attention in the process. She must have been calling attendance the wholetime and you just hadn’t realized.

“Shit- Here,” The boy beside you quickly called out before he lookedback to you expectantly.

You hesitated and looked to theseat beside Jared and slowly shook your head, “No, I think I’ll be alright.Thank you for the offer though.”

“Suit yourself,” Jared said,leaning back in his seat, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He paused for amoment before looking back to you again, “If you change your mind, the seat isalways here.”

You nodded and looked back to thefront of the classroom where the teacher was still doing attendance. She leanedtowards the computer screen and crossed her arms, “Elliot Monroe.”

“Yep.” A kid near the frontresponds.

“Connor Murphy?” Mrs. Giddeonlooked up at you and you froze, unsure if you had done something wrong withoutrealizing it. Then she sighed and looked back to the screen, muttering toherself, “And no Connor Murphy, like usual. Might as well write up his lateslip now…for when I see him sneak into the assembly last minute.”

Your brow furrowed and you lookedat the empty seat beside you, was this what the boy on the bus was talkingabout earlier? Was he Connor? It seemed probable but you weren’t exactly sure.

You leaned against the back ofyour seat, looking down and playing with your tie. Slowly you looked over atJared, “Hey Jared?”

“Hm?” He hummed, glancing in yourdirection.

“Connor. What does he look like?”You ask, fingers still fiddling with the tie in your hands.

Jared quirked an eyebrow and letout a breath, “Uh, well. Wears dark clothes. Freakishly tall. Lanky. Long hair.Kinda reminds me of a skeleton with a dirty mop on its head.”

“Oh…” You looked back down at yourtie, fingers moving over the plaid material, smoothing it out.

“Why?” Jared asks, seeminglyconfused.

“I just ran into him this morningand I wasn’t sure what his name was,” You said honestly, giving a small shrug.

“Jesus,” He sat up in his desk andturned to you, “Did he scream at you or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Yousay quickly, “I met him on the bus this morning. He seemed nice.”

Jared’s eyebrows shot up and hegave you a look of utter disbelief, “I’m sorry, did you just say Connor Murphyseemed nice?”

“I…” Your brow furrowed, “Yes?”

Jared opened his mouth to saysomething when Mrs. Giddeon rose from her seat, “Alright class, we’ll startmaking our way down to the gymnasium for the assembly. You can leave your bagshere or put them in your lockers but there are no bags permitted in the gym.”

You put your schedule into yourbag and placed it on your seat as you stood, making your way to the front ofthe classroom with the rest of the students.

Jared seemed to stick close to youas the crowd moved together out the door. He smirked, “You know, I think you’rethe first person who has said anything nice about that asshole.”

Your body tensed slightly at that,not used to somebody swearing around you. You cleared your throat, shaking offthe stiff feeling as you smiled weakly, “I like to believe anyone can be a goodperson if you give them the chance to be. And so far he hasn’t given me areason to hate him.”

Jared smiled almost knowingly andpatted your shoulder once, “Give it time. He’ll scare you away too.” He glancedup at the doors to the gym and then back to you, “Anyway, I’ll catch you later.Don’t wanna be seen in there with the weird kid in the preppy school uniform.”

Your smile fell completely as youwatch him head into the gymnasium by himself, leaving you alone. Slowly youfollowed behind him into the gym, fingers fumbling with your uniform nervously.Your eyes scanned the seats as the seniors filled up the back rows of thebleachers. You moved towards the seats closest to the far wall, hoping yourpresence would be left unnoticed as more kids began filing in from youngergrades. The seats around you began to fill up slowly but people seemed to avoidsitting directly beside you.

A few minutes passed and younoticed the exit door crack open slightly. You recognized Connor almostinstantly, his clothing still drenched from staying outside for so long, hischeeks and nose tinted a pink from the cold. He made eye contact with you andyou smiled warmly at him, giving a small wave. He looked behind him as if you weren’twaving at him, before he slipped into the gym, closing the door behind him. Heglanced at you again as you patted the seat beside you, inviting him over. Hemade his way over to you, taking a seat on the bleachers about a foot away,leaving a small space between you. At first you thought it was because he didn’twant to be seen with you either but then you noticed the puddle of waterpooling around him since he had been outside in the rain.

You spoke up first, “Your name isConnor, right?”

He tensed and looked to you with asort of disgust, “That was fast. Rumors dospread like wildfire, I guess. Not sure why I’m surprised.”

“You only came up in conversationbecause I was sitting at your table in English and this other kid told me Ishould move because that’s where you sat and you just weren’t there forattendance,” You say, a small frown on your face, “Where were you?”

Connor seemed surprised and slowlylooked down at his hands, picking at his nail polish almost nervously, “I’msurprised you even care, honestly. Uh…I was smoking, I didn’t get to thismorning at the bus stop. Too much rain. The school has an overhang wherestudents can go, so I thought I would get one in before the assembly.”

“You smoke?” You asked, shiftingyour body towards him.

He rolled his eyes, a ghost of asmile playing on his face, “I-”

“Murphy!”

You both jumped and turned to seeMrs. Giddeon a few seats over with a frown on her face, “No bags in thegymnasium. Take it to the classroom and take this with you.” She held out alate slip toward him. Connor sighed and slid off of the seat, walking down thebleachers and over to her. He reached for the slip which Mrs. Giddeon held backfrom his momentarily, “I expect to see you back in the gym before the assemblystarts.”

You perked up slightly, hand halfraised, slightly unsure if you needed her permission to speak or not, “I can gowith him, if you’d like?”

Mrs. Giddeon seemed surprised asshe looked to you, then after a moment of thought she smiled and gave a smallnod, “If you don’t mind. Make sure you see to it that he makes it back here,alright?”

You nodded and stood up as well,carefully making your way down the bleachers toward Connor. As you made it tothe bottom, he snatched the late slip from Mrs. Giddeon’s hand and began makinghis way out of the gym.

“Careful everyone, Murphy’s got abag. Think he might be planning on shooting up the school today!” A voice fromthe back of the bleachers called out, but you couldn’t pinpoint the origin ofthe voice.

Laughter rippled through the crowdas you watched Connor tense at the words. His strides picked up speed and itfelt like you had to sprint to keep up with him. Connor pushed open the doorsand disappeared into the hallway with you following closely behind him.

“Are you okay?” You asked, reachingout to him.

He continued walking, notbothering to turn and look back at you, “Just go back inside the gym okay? Idon’t know what kind of shit you’re hoping the gain from doing this. I don’twant to be your friend, okay? Go bother someone else.”

You hesitated and froze where youwere, no longer matching his pace as you watched him create a distance between thetwo of you. You thought of what Jared said before he abandoned you at thegymnasium doors. Slowly you began following again, fingers fidgeting with yourtie, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m just trying to be nice.”

His strides slowed and he stoppedin front of the closed classroom door. He sighed and looked over his shoulderat you, uncertainty in his eyes. Then he pushed open the door and noddedinside, “Come on.”

You hesitantly moved towards theclassroom and slipped inside before he closed the door behind the two of you.He moved towards the back of the classroom towards the table that he had claimedas his, moving around your chair as he pulled out the other chair at the desk.He slipped the strap of his bag over his head and tossed it onto the seatbefore he unzipped his hoodie, almost peeling off the soaking wet material. Youwatched him momentarily, eyes flickering over his chest and abdomen, his t-shirtsticking to it giving you a view of his muscles. He placed the hoodie over the back of the chair and glanced up,meeting your gaze and effectively catching you staring at him. Your faceinstantly flushed pink and you looked away, trying to pretend as if you hadn’tbeen caught staring at him.

He chuckles and glanced back athim to see him looking away from you, a slight pink tint to his cheeks and asmall smirk on his face as he unstuck his shirt from his chest. He cleared histhroat and looked back up at you, “Look, just, come here.”

You walked over to him and hestared down at you for a second, appearing to look you over. You felt self conscious,crossing your arms over your chest as if that would hide yourself from hisgaze. After a moment he gestured to your blazer, “Take that off.”

Your cheeks turned red and youreyes widened, “I-I’m sorry?”

His smirk widened and he shook hishead, “Jesus, I’m not trying to get into your pants, you just stick out like asore thumb in that dumb uniform. Just take off your weird jacket thing.”

You looked away from him and unbuttonedit before slipping the blazer off your shoulders. You folded it carefully andplaced it in your bag before looking back up to him expectantly.

“Tie too,” He says, gesturing tothe material before you obliged and removed that as well. Connor seemed to bethinking again before he reached out carefully and began undoing the top few buttonsof your blouse. Then he took a step back and looked you over, his eyes movingover you carefully.

You avoided his gaze in hopes thathe couldn’t tell how red he was making you.

“Okay, come on,” His voice grabbedyour attention.

You looked up at him as he began makinghis way back out of the classroom with hand thumbs in the front pocket of hisjeans. You hurried after him and looked down at yourself, feeling incrediblyexposed without the top buttons of your blouse done up. Then you noticed hewasn’t leading you back to the gym and your brow furrowed, “Where are we going?”

“My locker. Don’t worry, itshouldn’t take long,” He said.

You nodded and followed behindhim, staring at his back as he led the way. You found yourself staring at the waterdroplets as they continued to drip down his dark wavy hair. Quickly you shookyour head and commanded yourself to get a grip and to stop staring at this guywho obviously wasn’t interested in being your friend.

You ran into something warm andwet and stumbled back a little in shock. You looked up and found yourselfstaring at Connor who seemed confused, “Watch where you’re going.”

“Jeez, sorry,” You bit your lipand looked away from him again.

He huffed and opened a locker,rummaging through it for a moment before he removed another hoodie. This onewas dark grey and lined with a soft lighter grey material. He held it out toyou, “Put this on.”

Your brow furrowed as you staredat the hoodie, “But this is yours.”

“Just give it back to me tomorrowor something,” He shrugs and closes his locker, gesturing towards you with it abit more forcefully, “Take it. Put it on.”

You took it from him and put it on,zipping it up most of the way. The sweater covered your skirt almost entirelyconsidering how much bigger Connor was than you. You looked back up to Connorwho was staring down at you. Slowly he met your gaze and nodded, “You uh… youlook nice.”

A smile pulled onto your face, “Really?”

“Yeah, you won’t stick out now.Let’s just get back to the gym before I get you in trouble,” Connor says, startingto make his way back towards the gymnasium.

You felt a bit of your nervousnessfade as your smile widened, “Thank you.”

There was a moment of silence thatpassed between you, and you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears turnred as you stared at the back of his head. He cleared his throat and muttered aquiet, “Don’t mention it.”

The rest of the walk to thegymnasium was quiet and uneventful. You both made your way in through the doorsand took your seats on the far side of the gym beside the emergency exit. Mrs.Giddeon nodded at you as you passed by, quietly thanking you.

You smiled and nodded in returnand turned towards the middle of the gym where the principle was standing, talkingabout some issues regarding drug use and abuse in the school. The wholeassembly was on the topic of drugs and various guest speakers you had neverheard of addressed the topic. Eventually the assembly ended and the studentswere filed out of the gymnasium, one class at a time.

Mrs. Giddeon eventually rose upand gestured for her students to follow her from the gymnasium. You and Connor rosefrom your seats and made your way down the bleachers. When you got to thebottom of the bleachers, Connor stretched, his shirt rising up over his stomachslightly revealing the trail of fine hair that went from his bellybutton downwards.

Your face heated up again and youavoided looking at Connor, burying your face in the collar of his sweater inhopes to hide your blushing face.

Connor chuckled and startedleading the way back to the classroom, “You do that a lot.”

“Do what?” You asked, playing withthe sleeve of the sweater, still avoiding his gaze.

“Turn red,” He says, glancing downat you with a smirk on his face.

“My old school had a strict dresscode and I’m just not used to…this,” You say quickly, gesturing at himhaphazardly, still avoiding his gaze.

“What the hell does that mean,” Hiseyes narrowed slightly as the two of you walked behind the rest of your class.

You chuckled nervously, trying tofight off the blush, “U-Uh…cute guys? All the guys at my old school wore likethree layers of clothes with their uniforms so we don’t see much? You know? Butpeople at this school wear whatever they want. And you’re still kind of wet soyour clothes are sticking to you and I keep catching myself staring at your um…”You trailed off, cheeks turning a dark red as you thought about what you weresaying, “-your body? I’m sorry, I’m being super weird. Um…”

“Jesus Christ,” Connor mumbledunder his breath, shaking his head as you approached the classroom, “Have you actuallybeen so fucking sheltered that you think I’m even remotely attractive?”

It felt like your face got evendarker, if that was even possible, and you kept your eyes glued on the floor, “Isthat a rhetorical question? Uh, yes? I guess? I mean, I don’t think I’dconsider myself sheltered, but I do…um…find you attractive?”

He laughed incredulously, hischeeks pink as he looked up at the classroom door, talking to himself as hewalked inside the room, “Where the hell did you come from?”

Your brow furrowed as you walkedbetween the rows of tables towards the back where your things waited for you atyour desk, “Saint Vincent Prep? I told you that like-”

“No- Shut up, that’s not what Imeant. You weren’t actually supposed to hear that. Uh…” He said, taking hisseat and shoving his bag onto the floor beside him as he rubbed the back of hisneck, “I meant that you’re actually going out of your way to try and talk to meand you didn’t instantly treat me like some ugly freak like the rest of theschool does. It’s nice, I guess. To be treated like an actual person instead ofsome kind of…monster.”

Your eyes eased as you sat downbeside him, “You haven’t done anything to make me dislike you. I get that youmight have a temper but I still want to spend time with you. I want to be yourfriend even if that’s not what you want.”

“I don’t think we’re quite thereyet,” Connor says, looking to the top of his desk where his hands rested,picking at the already chipped nail polish, “You don’t know me. I don’t knowyou. How about you wait a bit and we’ll revisit the whole ‘friend’ thing onceyou actually know me? I’m sure I’ll be able to scare you off by then.”

You let out a sigh and nodded, turningyour attention to the front of the classroom, “If that’s what you want.”

Connor went quiet after that andwhen the bell rang signaling the start of lunch, he was out of his seat beforeyou had a chance to talk to him. You tried to follow him as quickly as youcould, fumbling with your bag as you pulled the strap around your shoulder. Butwhen you made your way out into the hallway, he was already lost in the sea ofstudents that filled the hallways.

Lunch was slow and uneventful, aswere your other two classes for the day. Neither Connor, nor Jared were in yourother classes. Not that you were looking for Jared considering how rude he wasto you before the assembly. The only real reason you noticed at all was becauseyou were hoping to see any familiar faces but you weren’t.

When the end of the day rolledaround, you began making your way towards the front of the school and out thefront doors. You found your bus relatively easy and climbed on, making your wayto the back into an empty seat you assumed Connor sat it. Around ten minutespassed and the bus filled up before the engine came to life and the doorsclosed, but there was still no sign of Connor. Your brow furrowed but youdecided not to worry about it too much. He could take care of himself.

The next morning you decided onsome casual clothing that would hopefully make you stick out less. You settledon your favourite jeans, a warm sweater, and your favourite shoes. You stood atthe bus stop, your bag around your shoulder, Connor’s hoodie tucked neatly overyour arm.

Almost right on time, bus 201pulled up to your stop and you smiled at the bus driver as the doors opened, “Goodmorning.”

“Morning again,” The bus driverreturned the smile with one of her own.

You climbed onto the bus and movedto the very back, sitting in the seat you had the day before. As soon as you tookyour seat, the bus started moving again and you took care to note where Connor’sstop was as you approached it. When the bus came to a stop, you looked to thefront of the bus, waiting for Connor as a few other kids got onto the bus. Youwatched them take their seats, but…there was no Connor. The bus started movingagain and you looked outside the window, confused, eyes scanning the houses tosee if you could possibly see Connor running out last minute, but there was nosign of him.

You looked down at his sweater inyour hands, running your fingers over the soft material as you contemplatedwhere he could have gone. There had to be a logical explanation.

First class was slow. Math alwaysseemed to drag on. When lunch eventually reared its head, you decided toexplore the school in hopes of running into a familiar face. The hallways wereless populated than you expected, most students opting to spend their lunch ina classroom, outside, or in the cafeteria rather than endlessly roaming thehallways. You decided that heading to the cafeteria would be a good firstchoice considering you didn’t have a lunch packed today.

When you entered the cafeteria, itreminded you of a movie. All of the tables were separated by cliques and friendgroups with similar interests. Jocks. Cheerleaders. Band kids. Then your eyes foundhim, sitting at a table by himself against the far wall. You headed towards thecounter, deciding that food would be a good start. There was almost no line, sogetting a few of your favorite foods from the selection the cafeteria offeredtook almost no time at all. When you had a tray of food, you began making yourway towards Connor at the back of the room; glad he hadn’t fled when you weren’tlooking.

As you approached, you noticed hisbody tense as if he could sense you coming towards him. Then his eyes flickeredup and he met your gaze, confusion crossing his features as you sat down acrossfrom him. He straightened up in his seat, brow furrowing, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting here so we can both pretendlike we have friends for a little while,” You say, placing your tray on thetable in front of you before you looked up at him, a gentle smile on your face,“And you looked a little lonely.”

He sighed and leaned back in hisseat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, “Jesus, you’re toonice to me. Why are you so nice to me?” Connor let out a huff and opened hiseyes, dropping his hands back to the table. Before you had a chance to respond,he gestured vaguely in your direction, “No uniform today. A bold move. That’slike, your signature look now.”

You cracked a smile and shook yourhead, “Yeah, I thought I should take your advice and try to blend in a bitbetter.” Then you remembered his sweater and reached into your bag, pulling itout and handing it out to him, “Here, by the way. Thank you for letting meborrow it yesterday. I was going to give it to you this morning but you weren’ton the bus.”

“I got a ride with my sister, Zoe.I usually go with her but she left without me yesterday. I try not to take thebus if I can,” Connor says, taking the sweater from you and stuffing it intohis bag, “And it was no problem. Sorry if it smelled like smoke, or whatever.”

“No, it smelled nice actually,”You smiled gently, “It was very cozy.”

Connor huffed and looked away fromyou, a pink blush dusting his cheeks as he went silent.

“So… you have a sister?” Youquestioned, hoping to change the topic.

He nodded, “She’s a year youngerthan me. Into jazz band. And planet stuff.”

“Are you two close?” You asked,looking through your food tray and picking something to eat.

“Not at all. She doesn’t want tohave anything to do with me. And honestly, I don’t blame her,” Connor says, pickingat the polish on his nails again, which was mostly gone at this point.

You paused a moment before asking,“Do you have any hobbies?”

His gaze turned to you, “Why areyou suddenly so interested in me?”

You gave a small shrug and lookeddown at your food nervously, “You didn’t want to consider me as a friend untilI got to know you. So, I thought we could do that. If that’s okay.”

Connor shrugged, keeping his eyeson his hands, “I’m sure if you ask other kids at this school, they’ll gladlytell you everything that you could possibly want to know.”

“I’d prefer to hear things fromyou, actually. Hearing other people talk about you makes me…I don’t know…uncomfortable?They’re all so mean from what I’ve heard and it just seems wrong to talk aboutsomeone when they’re not there,” You said, looking back to him, “I want to getto know you. Like, the real you. Not the version of you that the rest of theschool sees.”

There was a wave of silence thatpassed between you and for a while you thought that maybe he didn’t want totalk to you anymore.

“I read a lot, I guess.”

You glanced up to see Connor and asmile pulled back onto you face as his eyes met yours. It was like from thatmoment on he felt like he could open up to you. It was only small things fornow, which was fine with you. You could tell Connor had a lot of issues, butyou also knew that pushing him was not something that would be helpful to him,so instead you took it slow with simple questions. You talked about your likesand dislikes, your family and any pets you’ve had, hobbies and interestsoutside of school. But those small things meant a lot to you considering thetype of person Connor seemed to portray himself as. It seemed like the two ofyou had been talking for hours despite your lunch block only being an hour long.Eventually the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, bringing the two of youout of your conversation.

You stood up from your seat,pulling your bag onto your shoulder and picking up your empty food tray, “Weshould get going to English.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Connor said,getting to his feet as well as he glanced towards the emergency exit, “I mayactually get a smoke first before we head in.”

Your brow furrowed, “But won’tthat make you late?”

“Not if I do it quickly,” Connorreasons with you as he shrugs, turning to head towards the door.

“So, am I allowed to call you my friendyet?” You asked after him.

He hesitated and glanced back atyou, seemingly contemplating the question for a minute. Then he smiled slightly,“Not yet. You’ve only made it to acquaintances.”

“I guess I can live with that. Butyou better believe that I’ll be patiently awaiting the upgrade to the ‘friends’status in the future,” You beamed at him.

He rolled his eyes, a small smile playingon his face as he made his way out of the cafeteria.

You watched the exit door closebehind him before you made your way towards the main doors to the cafeteria.You made your way to the English room and gave a small wave to Mrs. Giddeon asyou entered, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Giddeon”

She returned the smile but itseemed half-hearted, “Afternoon, Y/N.”

You made your way to the back ofthe room, taking a seat right against the wall at your shared desk with Connor.You placed your bag beside your chair and pulled out your notebook for theclass, getting ready for when the class started shortly.

“Still sitting in that desk, huh,Prep?”

“Huh?” You looked toward thevoice, brow furrowing as you made eye contact with Jared.

“You know? Prep? It’s this superfunny nickname for you that I came up with because you came from a prep school?”Jared says, waving a hand dismissively, “Nevermind, it was funnier in my head.Anyway, you’re still sitting with the school shooter?”

You felt your stomach twistnervously and you looked away from him, not enjoying the was the conversationwas heading, “At least Connor isn’t embarrassed to be seen with me…”

“It’s not like it’ll hurt his reputationsince he’s already the most unpopular kid in the whole fucking school,” Jared’ssmile fell as you winced at his words, and he looked to you in confusion, “Wait,does insulting him actually make you uncomfortable?”

“I don’t like it when people talklike that about anyone really, not just him. And the swearing and stuff too. I’mjust not used to a lot of this kind of rude or vulgar stuff. I was never reallyexposed to this kind of stuff before starting school here,” You muttered,playing with the edge of your sweater.

Jared’s eyebrows shot up, “Wait-wait- wait. So, you’re telling me that you’ve never swore before?”

“It wasn’t allowed in my school,”You say, “So we all got out of habit of saying it or hearing it.”

“It’s not allowed here either butthe teachers really don’t give a shit,” Jared says. You wince again and he cringes,“Sorry.” Another pause. “What about like…sexual stuff?”

Your face goes pink, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you kidding me?” Jared’s facelights up as he grins, you could practically see the stars in his eyes, “Oh mygod, this is too good. Have you ever even kissed someone before?”

You couldn’t even look at him, thethought of kissing anyone made you stomach twist nervously and your cheeksflush red as you stared at your hands.

Jared barked a laugh and leanedtowards you, “Have you ever even thought about that kind of stuff before? Likewhat it would be like to do stuff like that or would that like, corrupt you or something?”

“I’ve thought about it, but I’venever, um…” You could barely form a sentence as you tried to keep yourselftogether.

Jared was beaming at this point,seemingly enjoying your discomfort, “Have you ever wondered what it would belike to get fingered?”

“Please stop.” You could feel yourcheeks burning.

Jared smirked, leaning in closeras he spoke, almost as if he cared about being loud enough that others mighthear him, “And look, I know you just met the guy, but you seem to have a softspot for him so like, have you ever thought of Connor that way before? Likefingering you-?”

A hand slamming down on Jared’sdesk made him jump and stop his words mid-sentence. You looked up to see Connor,and instantly a wave of relief swept over you.

“Do you get off on being acomplete dick to people, Kleinman?” Connor hissed, eyes narrowed as he leaned towardJared menacingly, “Just do yourself a favor and leave her the fuck alone, unlessyou want me to knock out those giant teeth of yours.”

Jared seemed speechless in thatmoment and Connor instantly approached you, taking a seat in the chair betweenyou and Jared, creating a wall. He looked down at you and his brow furrowed inworry, “You seem pretty red, are you doing okay?”

“I’m okay,” You say, trying to be reassuringas you looked down at your hands, “I um…how much of that did you hear?”

“None of it, really. I just got tothe door and saw him harassing you so I decided on acting instead of lettinghim be a complete ass for any longer,” Connor said with a shrug.

You let out a quiet breath asanother wave of relief washed over you. You looked up to Connor with a smallsmile on your face, “Thank you for that. It means a lot to me.”

Connor shrugs again and plays withhis fingers, “Don’t worry about it. It’s what friends do.”

A beat passed between you beforeyou realized what he said. You looked over at him and a smile pulled onto yourface as your eyes eased. He said he was your friend. He glanced down at youagain, meeting your gaze as a soft smile pulls onto his face, a certain warmnessreaching his eyes.

A friend.

You liked the sound of that.

#Connor #connor murphy #connor x reader #Connor Murphy x Reader #deh #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #murphy #reader #x reader #dear #deh evan #hansen #prep

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Fast Track to Love

My Hero Academia

Teen and Up

Chapter: 1/?

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead /Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

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Hizashi Yamada is the lead guitar in his band Dream Catcher and a huge American Rock enthusiast. Shouta Aizawa is the first student to be transferred from General Studies to Heroics. While the entire class despises Aizawa's presence, Yamada offers Aizawa help with his English one day and they find themselves on a fast track to each others hearts.

It was hot. Uncomfortably hot. That was not to be unexpected during the summer months of Musutafu, with highs of 35°C, but today was that uncomfortable kind of hot where air goes down like sandpaper in your throat and, yet your hair still clings to your forehead. And so, the audible groans of class 3-A upon discovering Hero Studies was outdoors and combat based was not taken as uncalled for.

The constant whining and loud complaints of Hizashi Yamada was another story all to itself. He lay sprawled across the grass, blond hair uncharacteristically flopped in front of his face. No amount of hair gel could maintain his wild hairstyles in the intense heat, and yet he still somehow resembled that of a screaming cockatiel.

“Yamada, you’re fully aware as a pro-hero you’ll be fighting villains regardless of whether its ‘totally hot as balls, man’ or not.”

His head raised from the ground to shoot a pained stare at his teacher, almost pleading to let them have a study period instead. When met with a glare, he opted to haul himself up and shimmied out of his leather jacket, discarding it on the grass with a sigh and gazing pitifully up at the clouds.

“Ain’t no way I’m gonna survive this whole pro-hero thing with that jacket if this is how hot its gonna be,” Yamada moaned, giving the jacket a light kick as the rest of his class began to warm up in small groups. Tensei chuckled at him, giving a swift punch to his shoulder with a look of pure ‘I told you so.’

“All I’m saying Hizashi, is that your hero costume is the most inconvenient thing I’ve ever seen a hero wear.”

“But it looks so cooool- “ Tensei shook his head at his friend, shoving him hard in the chest and slipping back into a balanced stance, fists raised and ready to fight. Hizashi laughed at how serious his friend looked before running over and delivering a swift punch to his friend’s cheek, finally now focused on his classes. Tensei tripped him up and delivered a harsh blow to Hizashi’s back, knocking his friend back down to the grass and pinning him there with one foot. Rolling over, and attempting to grab Tensei’s foot to free himself, the blond laughed, green eyes wide and playful, before suddenly yanking down on his leg sending Tensei toppling down too. They lay there sprawled in the grass laughing, before receiving a harsh scolding from their teacher for messing about.

The rest of the lesson went by relatively uneventfully. The class was split into teams of four and had to steal ‘tags’ from another team, in the hopes of increasing their teamwork skills and agility; resulting in more arguing and heated debates than team building. The current target of class 3-A’s aggression; Shota Aizawa.

Currently, half of the class was yelling both at the dark-haired boy, half at their teacher, complaining at his ‘lack of effort’ in a team game and how he ‘wasn’t even trying.’ He looked rather nonplussed by all the fighting, quite content to agree he wasn’t trying, crouching down into a squat to watch his team mates squabble around their teacher like 10-year-old not the almost-twenty-something year olds they really were.

His agreement only fuelled their fire.

He’d joined the heroics course late – long past the bonding and making friends stage, although his lack of effort in socialising was no assistance to his lack of friends in the classroom - having changed from general studies to heroics upon having good grades and passing his license exam late under provisions of his homeroom teacher. Class 2-A of the time had been furious, already disliking Aizawa for his unfavourable quirk and having finished third in the sports festival, slamming most of the class. Since then, the classes’ feelings had not changed.

“Mannn, don’t you think that kids got it a bit hard as well though?” Hizashi questioned, leaning back into the grass and turning to face Tensei who frowned questionably at him. “I mean like sure he’s an asshat for acting like Mr High and Mighty Don’t Need to Participate with You Shitheads…. but like, we do give him so much shit, don’t ya think?”

Tensei shrugged, offering a hand and hauling Hizashi up to his feet as the class was dismissed for the day. “I suppose he had a rough start joining late, but he hasn’t made much of an effort himself. Can’t say I really care for guys like that who don’t put the effort in to work with others.”

Hizashi nodded slowly, as though processing his friend’s thoughts before muttering a small yeah in agreement, half gazing at the ragged boy hiding behind his hair unfazed as he was reprimanded by their teacher for his actions. “Hey, we got booked in for Tiger tonight since Nemuri’s throat is better now. You’re still coming, yeah?”

Snapping out of his daze, Hizashi turned back to his friend and hummed in agreement, the pair strolling back to the school to shower and head home. “Yeah, wouldn’t miss a gig if ya paid me, Sei… on second thoughts, nah I’d definitely miss if ya paid me. I’m broke as balls.”

Tensei laughed and shook his head at Hizashi, kicking off his shoes and stripping off his gear. Hizashi joined him and the two quietly washed in amongst the loud chatter of the boys changing room. Tonight was their bands first gig of the summer, their lead singer and older friend Nemuri Kayama having been out of commission for almost a month after suffering from a bad throat infection leaving her vocals ruined. Tiger was their local spot, though Hizashi still felt butterflies in his stomach thinking about getting up on stage. He’d be fine by the end of the night, he’d tell himself; the atmosphere of the crowd, good music, and warm tingle of shots buzzing through his system (granted it was Shinya on bar duty.)

Hizashi stepped out of the shower, towelling off his hair now a long wet mop that hung over his shoulders like spaghetti. He quickly pulled his clothes back on and stuffed his costume back into its bag, before realising-

“Ah shit, Tensei I left my jacket out on the field. Don’t feel you have to wait up on me, I’ll see you later tonight!”

Hizashi flung his bag over his shoulder and stomped into his trainers before waving his friend a hasty goodbye and rushing out back onto the field, praying he hadn’t lost his beloved jacket. His feet crunched on the dried out grass, the chatter of students leaving for the day drifting from the front of the school. Hizashi muttered away to himself as he searched for his jacket, finally finding it still strewn lazily in the grass. Hopefully the leather wasn’t damaged from spending too long in the sun. He swung it over his shoulder and decided to quickly cut through the halls despite wearing his outdoor shoes, as it was faster than traipsing round the whole campus. His trainers audibly squeaked on the clean floors, a contrast to the grass outdoors, only further hurrying Hizashi’s steps in hopes he wouldn’t get caught in the act.

Then he heard it. He almost missed it, but between the squeak of his shoes on tile, a soft sob. Slowing to a stop, he paused, uncertain if his ears were playing tricks on him, or if he’d missed the sound while lost in his thoughts.

“M-my...nayy-mo… ah shit fucking idiot…”

Turning back to the source of the sound, Hizashi slowly paced back up the corridor toward his homeroom, jumping at a sudden scrape of a desk being pushed or kicked and more quiet, sobbing. He slowly peered round the corner of the half open door, finding Aizawa sat on a desk, sheet scrunched up in his hands in frustration and hot angry tears running over his cheeks. As he took another step forward, the door nudged, scraping off the floor and startling Aizawa, who twisted round off the table, knocking over the chair half kicked out in the process, only causing more frustration leading to more crumpling of the sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hey…”

“Yamada.”

“I was grabbing my jacket,” Yamada held up said jacket with one arm before lazily strolling over to Aizawa who was frantically scrubbing at his eyes, desperately trying to hide all signs he’d been crying.

“Aizawa-” his head whipped up at the sound of his name. “-you don’t pronounce the ‘O’ in name, y’know.”

Yamada flipped the aforementioned chair round, sitting on it backward and taking the sheet of paper from Aizawa’s hand. “See? It’s like a silent letter. Just ‘nay-m.’” He pointed at the word on the sheet, Aizawa looking down at him with tired eyes, half attempting a scowl, but also looking rather grateful, and somewhat intrigued. “My name is Shota Aizawa, I’m 19 years old and attend the UA. I placed third in the UA Sports Festival in my first year, before changing from general studies to heroics in my second year.” Aizawa’s jaw sat somewhat slack in awe, glancing between the paper and Yamadai’s face, but quickly shying to stare at his lap upon noticing Yamada’s cheeky grin and sparkling eyes.

“We haven’t practiced that much in class yet…”

“Ah-” Yamada handed the paper back to Aizawa and rubbed the back of his head. “I listen to a lot of American rock bands… couple of english ones too. I also watch a lot of Holliwood movies but....” “I forgot, you’re in a band, aren’t you? With Iida and ah… the senior girl.... Midnight?” Yamada nodded, leaning back against the desk behind him and stretching out. “Yeah, her name’s Kayama. Nemuri Kayama. She’s our lead vocalist. We’re called Dream Catcher but I wanted to be called the Banana Dreamers.”

“You sing...in English?” “Ah! No! No...mostly in Japanese although we do have this one song with the entire chorus in English…” Aizawa hummed in agreement, still staring at his lap. Yamada stared at him for a moment. Cicadas chirruped noisy outside yet there was an awkward silence in the room.

“Thank you-” Yamada looked up, unaware he’d even looked away. “For helping me with the English I mean…”

“Ah it’s really no bother! I didn’t realise you’d be participating in foreign applications too. You never really struck me the type, y’know? You don’t really speak much English in class so I always got the impression you didn’t like foreigners or something. You’re going to be presenting this as the final assessment, right? It’s pretty well written and we have to present something to the class in English anyway so I don’t see why not-”

“You talk too much.”

Yamada whipped background, having jumped up from his chair earlier and half strolled around the room in his excitement, unaware of the world in his hyperactivity. He’d expected to see a frown on Aizawa’s face at the least, should there have not been a scowl, yet, as he slowly packed his work into his backpack, there was a small, soft sort of smile on his face. It was...odd.

“Ah, sorry. I get carried away with myself.” He also grabbed his bag discarded by the chair, and tucked it back into it’s place. “I mean it though...you should use that for your presentation, it’s really good and sensei said we could do it on any topic so long as it was in English.”

The smile had fallen from Aizawas face as he turned to leave, giving a small hum of acknowledgment. He suddenly seemed uncomfortable despite that odd softness he’d displayed earlier at Yamada’s rambling. Had he said something that upset Aizawa? Did he not want to do the presentation? Did he think it wasn’t good enough?

Ah. He was crying earlier. Hizashi had almost forgotten after seeing his classmate smile for the first time in 3 years. Perhaps it wasn’t his English that was bothering him at all...surely if it was he would have kicked Yamada out, he had no qualms about stating his disapproval in those situations… Was Aizawa…

“Hey! I could um...We could study this sometime...together...English…” Aizawa turned to face him, eyes wide, yet lips somewhat down turned. Yamada’s breath caught in his throat. His lips slowly upturned. That soft smile…

“Sounds good.”

#erasermic #maizawa #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #fluff #sfw #tw: swearing

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