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gyeomork · 5 years

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Connections

(jackson wang x reader)

genre: fluff, light smut, college au

warnings: sexual content, mild cursing

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i don’t capitalize my letters in this so if that bothers you, i’m sorry :( also italicized words mean they’re speaking english. also i lol don’t know what im talking about with all that “reading people” shit i just took a wyld guess but i hope you enjoy anyway ^3^

i enter my first class of the year, psychology 3. i take a seat, not really paying attention to who i sat next to. i take my laptop out of my backpack, place it on the table, flip it open and get ready to take notes. it was a new school year and i was not about to slack anymore. sophomore year was a complete shit show and i could not afford that this year, literally. i was skipping class like it was an olympic sport but guess what? tuition still had to be paid. i open up google docs and title the new document ‘19/8/19 notes, assignments & hw ’. the professor begins to speak and my full attention is now on her.

an hour passes and the class was wrapping up. “ok class the homework is for you all to make a powerpoint presentation on the person sitting next to you. you must analyze them as a person, describe their character traits and so on and so forth. think of it as an ice breaker activity and a way to make a new friend. more instructions will be posted online. i count 24 of you so i expect 24 emails on friday 23/8/19. presentations will be the following monday, if there are any questions feel free to email me. class dismissed.” i close my laptop and reach for my bag when i hear a deep familiar voice next to me say “hey! how’s it going?” i look to my right and see jackson, jackson wang. god not again. this man was handsome to say the very very least and a heart throb. i should know because i had him in psych 2 last year. we would almost always end up having to do a project together and almost always turn it in 2 minutes before it was due. it’s not like we were the best of friends and every time we met up we didn’t do work, it was just that we never really did meet up. every time he would text and ask i would be too scared to be in the same place as him because of how intimidated he made me feel. when we did meet up it was the night before so i absolutely had to go, for the sake of his grade. we wouldn’t talk much but when we did he was, for the most part, really nice. “hi.. jackson. it’s going.. good” i say quietly. “oh, that’s good. well if you’re free right now we could go get coffee to jumpstart this little project” god he had the cutest smile on his face. “oh yeah sure just let me get packed up” i said trying to avoid his gaze like the black plague.

after to fumbling with my belongings under the immense pressure his eyes were putting me under, we were finally able to leave. on the walk to the cafe, jackson sparks up conversation. “so, y/n, last year we never really talked much and i was a little let down because you actually seemed really cool. so i’m glad i get to do this project with you. i wanna get to know you” he looks over to me and grins widely. i return a small smile back. “where are you from?” he asked sounding genuinely curious. “the states” i mentally curse at myself for giving such a short, dry answer but he hums anyway. “i’m from china but i came here for a change, you know” “yup” i curse at myself again. a small silence passes, extra emphasis on small. “since you’re from the states do you-“ “speak english? yes” we both chuckle and god he was adorable. “oh cool so we could have our own semi-secret language” i give him a ‘you’re ridiculous’ look and we chuckle again. “so did you teach yourself english or did you go to an international school?” finally! i’m making semi-decent conversation. “international but i did do some studying on my own. so what about you? how did you learn hangul?” “ i loved watching and still do love watching dramas so one day i just got really annoyed with having to read the subtitles and just started teaching myself. i never really expected myself to get proficient at it, it just happened. then i thought i should put some use to it more than just dramas so i came here” wow the way i just rambled on just then. “ so how do you like it here?” he continues with the questions. “at first it was kind of hard to get used to because i went from using english every day and using hangul sometimes to using hangul every day and english sometimes” jackson nods in understanding. “ and then there are slang words that you need to learn and sayings and really understand the culture” he adds on. “ yes! exactly” regret of being so intimidated of him last year now fills me. he’s so easy to talk to. ugh am i stupid?

we reach the cafe and he opens the door for me “let me get that for you” “kam-sa-hap-nee-da!” i said in the most american accent i could do and he lets out an actual laugh that ascends me to the heavens. we both join the medium sized line. “you can just tell me what you want so you can go have a seat and i’ll bring it to you” this man is an angel. “iced americano, venti sized please and thank you” i say with a close-mouthed smile. “coming right up” he reciprocates the same smile. i make my way to a small booth in the corner by the window. i take out a small notepad and jot down things i’ve noticed about jackson. eventually, i get lost in thinking about how sweet he is and how easy he is to talk to and how his laugh is opposite of his deep voice and how his smile makes him look like a baby and then how he turns all hot again and oh my god i have a crush on jackson. like a cue, jackson comes and sets his and my coffee down and takes a seat across from me “thank you so much” “no problem” we both take a sip in unison. “analyzing me already?” he asks grabbing my notepad. all i had written was ‘really good energy’. really y/n? what the hell is that supposed to mean? he makes a ‘not bad’ face and sets my notepad back in front of me. i keep sipping and look out the window. “ok, ok” i could see him trying to hold in a snicker in the corner of my eye. i whip my neck to look and him and ask swiftly “what? why ‘ok ok’? what?”. “hm? nothing” he replies, still trying to hold in that laugh. “wah~ making fun of me already. at least i have something written down” he raises his eyebrows at me. “i have plenty of stuff written down in my head” “oh really?” i say in disbelief. “yes!” “ok. then prove it” i sit back and cross my arms. “just in the last 10 minutes, the things i’ve noticed ok. ready?” i just nod. “shy; when you laughed or smiled you didn’t show teeth. closed off; you chose the booth furthest away from other people. passive; you did nothing when i snatched your notepad. trusting; you trusted me with your drink and that i didn’t do anything to it. physical traits; well put together, pretty-“ i felt my face heat up and i had to stop him. “alright, alright you proved your point.” i waved him off and he laughs. “you asked for it” he says, laughter still in his voice. “i asked for you to prove yourself not show off” i say fake sulkily and extra pouty. he laughs even louder and makes a few heads turn. “ok jackson! people are looking.” i whisper shout and smile at him fully this time. “oh! you’re smiling” he points “you’re not shy around me anymore!” “ok you have to teach me how to read people like that” i rest my hand on my chin and my elbow on the table. “well, for starters, we could go back to the ‘getting to know you’ questions. so, when’s your birthday?”

after hours of talking, we had to leave simply because the cafe was closing. jackson looks at his watch and widens his eyes. “it’s 22:58 (10:58 pm). oh my god. do you have class tomorrow? i’m so sorry for keeping you out so late, i’ll walk you home. where do you live? oh my god i’m really so sorry” he apologized profusely. “no” i say flatly. “n-no?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “i don’t have class tomorrow it’s fine” i let out breathy laugh. “do you?” i raise my brows at him. “no” he sighs out in relief. “alright come on. let me walk you home” i barely take two steps when i stop and drop my head into my hands. “my.. RA. it’s past curfew. i’m dead” i say defeated. “oh my friend i can stay with- she has class tomorrow and she’s probably sleeping” i say gaining hope and losing it instantly. “i guess i’ll just take the warning, it’s only one” i start dragging my feet i the direction of my dorm. “you could.. stay the night with me. my RA isn’t as strict with the rules”. was that nervousness i heard in his voice? jackson? the same jackson that told me stories of him being bold and fearless? jackson? wang? never. “i don’t want to be a burden-“ i wave him off. “ you won’t be” he insists. i look into his eyes and really sink deep into those two chocolate pools. all that is visible is purity and good intentions; i trust him. “ok” i smile. “thank you” “no problem”

we get to his dorm and as he is unlocking the door he informs me that his 3 other roommates won’t be there until late that night so we’re safe from the teasing. he opens the door and lets me in first. it’s dark until jackson comes in and turns on the kitchen light. he sits around the island and i join him. i take this time to look around. right across from the kitchen was the living room that was in good shape for 3 boys, diagonal of the living room was the laundry room that was neat too, there was a walkway from the front door in between the laundry room and the kitchen leading to the living room, and one long hallway/walkway passing in between the living room and the kitchen continuing both ways to god knows where. there was also a sliding door in the living room leading to the balcony. “you must be hungry. do you want me to cook or is takeout ok?” come to think of it i haven’t eaten since lunch. i was so absorbed in jackson that i didn’t even realize how hungry i am. “yeah, takeout is fine” “is pizza ok?” he says pulling out his phone. “oh pizza is more than ok” i say, starting to get excited “ok miss pizza what would you like on it?” “pepperoni please~” “alright.. and the pizza is on it’s way” he hops off the chair with ‘hmph’. he walks over to me and holds his hand out to help me down. “thank you” i take his hand and get off the chair. “come on i’ll give you everything you need”. he leads me to his room at the end of the short hallway without letting go of my hand. he turns on fairy lights that aren’t too bright but are enough to make everything visible. he turns to the left to his walk-in closet to retrieve me a hoodie and some sweatpants. he tells me that when i go in the bathroom there should be an extra toothbrush behind the mirror. i say thank you for the 100th time today and go to sit on his bed to wait for him. “i can put something on if you want” he come and sits next to me on the bed. “mm..” i think about all the shows that i need to catch up on and finally choose one. “can you put on ‘he is psychometric’?” “ohh yes! what episode are you on?” he gets excited. “the last one and it’s so good, i just never have time to watch” “me either” he puts it on the tv and the pizza arrives. “that was quick” i say shocked because my pizza takes at least an hour to come. “yeah the place is right down the block; convenient” he comes back to the room with pizza and shuts the door.

we finish ‘he is psychometric’ and both of the pizzas. “i’m gonna go change” i take jackson’s clothes to the bathroom. i change into the comfy clothes that smells like him and brush my teeth. i pull my hair into a bun that i ruled ok for jackson to see and leave the bathroom. “oh you look good in my clothes but don’t go stealing it now” he says like he’s my father and gives me a stern look. i giggle and say “ok” sarcastically. he goes in the bathroom to change as well. i pull my notepad and pencil out my bag and sit in front of what seems to be his work desk. i write more analyzations and now have to flip the page thanks to jackson teaching me how to properly read people. i’m on a roll until jackson presses his hands on my shoulders and yells “boo!” “oh my god!” i jump and turn around in the swivel chair. “i’m sorry i had to” he laughs at me hysterically. “yah~ don’t do that! stop laughing!” i smack him on the shoulder repeatedly. “ok ok, yah!” he grabs hold of my wrists and is now inches away from my face; staring into my eyes. “i-i’m tired. where can i sleep?” i had to break the growing silence. jackson lets go and backs away “you can sleep on my bed, i’ll set up on the couch” he said walking towards the door. “no” i command, stopping him in his tracks. “ when the guys get home they’re going to ask why you’re on the couch and from the stories you’ve told me, you’re not a good liar” he turns back around but still doesn’t move. “you’re right” he says grinning. “well get on the bed so that when i turn off the lights you won’t trip and break your neck” “alright, no need to reference that traumatic story ok, that was a very scary experience” i say getting on the bed. “i’m just saying if you had a night light-“ “ok! jackson! good night!”

i was on the edge of sleep when i felt a heavy arm fall around my waist and a warm body touching all of my back side. steady breathing was blowing on the baby hairs on the back of my neck. he was sleeping. i suddenly started to feel uncomfortable in the position i was in and couldn’t take it anymore. while adjusting and re-adjusting my lower half, i inevitably brush up against jackson’s area. he didn’t respond so i assumed he just didn’t feel it so i continued on the quest to getting comfortable, all the while rubbing against him with my ass. suddenly jackson grips my hip. “you better stop playing with me” he growls lowly into my ear, ultimately ruining my new underwear i got from victoria secret on sale but i couldn’t possibly be mad at him. the ache in my core was way too strong to ignore so i reply as seductively as i could “who said i was playing?” while pushing up against him. he groans and i feel him grow beneath me. he attaches his lips to my neck and sucks and nips and licks away. he finds my spot at the base of my neck and i let out a low moan. when he feels as of though he’s left a satisfactory mark, he licks and kisses the spot. he turns me to face him and wastes no time in connecting his lips to mine. passion begins to fill the room as he climbs on top of me. the hands that are on my waist start travelling under his hoodie i had on. his warm hands on my bare skin was setting me on fire. one of his legs that was positioned between my legs started to rub against my core. i moan loudly into his mouth and he doesn’t miss his chance to stick his tongue in my mouth. i break the kiss to catch my breath and jackson moves back to my neck to leave more marks. i was lost in my own pleasure when i come to my senses. “jackson” i breathe out. he removes his lips from my neck for a brief moment “yes baby”. “what about the guys?” “fuck the guys” he tugs at the bottom of his hoodie and he looks up at me asking for permission. i nod and he removes the hoodie swiftly as he begins kissing his way down my body.

i wake up the next morning with the comforter covering more than half of my face so the sunlight seeping through the window didn’t bother me too much. i was initially startled about where i was but i soon remembered. then i remember the events of the night before. i turn around to see the beautiful man that shared the events of the night before with me. the light highlighting his features perfectly. from his fluffy, messy hair to his soft, plump lips. i move to brush away the hair that was in his face and move down to caress his cheek. how did this even happen? and how did it happen so quickly? i guess it’s the jackson effect. he flutters his eyes open and when he sees me, he immediately gives the softest smile. he pulls me closer in his arms and whispers “good morning princess”. i hum and say good morning back. “how’d you sleep?” he kisses my forehead. “really good” i take a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating natural scent. we stay like that for a while until we realize that we have to leave before the guys wake up and tease us. or the extreme awkwardness considering the fact that we may or may not have gotten a noise complaint. jackson gives me fresh clothes to leave in and i freshen up, doing most but not all of my morning routine due to the shortage of time. i grab my bag and exit the room with him. we’re walking down the hallway when i forget my notepad on his work desk and go back for it. on the way back to him i hear voices coming from the living room, i stay out of sight to eavesdrop. “jackson i swear to god you should do my- no our homework for the next week” one voice says, putting emphasis on ‘our’. “i shut my door, turn my music on my speaker up all the way, and even covered my ears with 2 pillows but could still fucking hear you two. jackson i swear to god if you don’t warn us next time” another voice says and lets out a deep sigh. “you guys i’m sorry i really didn’t plan-“ another voice cuts him off . “no you’re not sorry, you’re gonna be sorry when your ass is doing my physics homework for the next week” “i don’t even know how to do physics” “well you better figure it out” i couldn’t hear anymore of this, i had to save him. i walk out into the living room “um.. g-good morning” i wave awkwardly. damn! this is exactly what i wanted to avoid. they all look up at me with wide eyes “good morning” they say all out of sync. jackson stands next to me and holds my hand “this is my girlfriend, y/n” my heart drops, comes back up, does some somersaults, and skips numerous beats. “y/n this is jinyoung, jaebeom, and mark”. i give a small closed-mouth smile. “well, this was fun but y/n and i have places to be” he looks down at me and smiles “let’s go” jackson starts walking to the door and drags me along. i look back and wave goodbye and so do they, still looking baffled. jackson locks the door and we start walking down the hallway. ”i could tell you were uncomfortable so i had to get you out of there” he says with a hint of urgency in his voice and i laugh. “thank you but were we really that loud?” i ask putting emphasis on ‘that’. “i don’t know but what i do know is that i’m that good” i roll my eyes at him “yeah ok”. “so ‘girlfriend’ huh?” he looks down and scratches the back of his neck. “y-yea” his ears turn red. “you haven’t even taken me out on a date yet.” i scoff in fake disbelief. “i was hoping that i could go on a date today and then i could confess to you but i guess i got a little ahead of myself” “you think?” we chuckled. “confession? how long did you like me?” “ever since i had to do that first project with you in psych 2. whenever i’d ask to meet up and you said you couldn’t it always made me think you didn’t like me. and when we did you were kind of standoffish so i gave up. until you sat next to me yesterday” he smiles thinking about it. “i’m sorry that i made you think that i was just so intimidated by you and your good looks and what not.” “good looks?” he raises his eyebrow at me. “take the compliment or i’ll take it back” “oh no thank you thank you”

we leave his dorm building to the parking lot and his car. “i changed up our schedule for today a little bit.” he unlocks the doors and we get in. “what did you change?” he starts the car so the hot air doesn’t literally suffocate us. “after we visit your dorm we have to go to the mall”. he takes my hand and intertwined our fingers. “the mall? why?” i look over at him and furrow my eyebrows. he looks at me and smirks “to get you back that cute little underwear i tore off you last night” brings my hand to his lips and kisses it.

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solarweek · 7 years

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Day 6: Birthday

Sol took a deep breath and prepped himself for what he was about to do; school had let out about a month ago but not a day later, he got an invitation to his archenemy’s/friend’s/crush’s birthday party. He was now standing right outside her house and Sol was so nervous he couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’s going to be okay Sol.” His mom said as she patted him on the head. “I’m sure your girlfriend will love the present you got her.”

“She’s not my girlfriend mom.” Sol replied.

“Oh really?” Sol’s mom replied as she eyed the present in Sol’s hands. “After she sees what you got her I’m not so sure that will be the case anymore.”

“MOM!” Sol exclaimed. The present in question was a long box that usually meant it was some piece of clothing but Sol had put so much time effort and energy into picking it out that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Sol’s feelings towards Star were anything but hostel.

This would no doubt earn Sol his second strike but avoiding a second strike at her birthday party would entail not actually having a crush on her. It didn’t mind Sol that much though, it was only his second out of three and it wasn’t like he was going to keep it a secret forever, he just needed to play it safe until he got the right moment to confess his true feelings to her.

All that was for another day though, Sol had to collect his feelings and get ready for Star’s birthday party. “Okay.” He said weakly. “I’m ready, let’s go in.”

They both walked up to the door and Sol slowly began to knock. Before long, the door slowly opened and none other than Star herself came to answer. “Sol!” She exclaimed as she pulled him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

The feeling of being hugged by Star, although very welcome, was a tad strange, not even a full year ago, had he showed up to her door, she would have accused him of trying to assassinate her or cause trouble and now they are almost the best of friends. “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said as he handed her the present he got her.

She looked at the box wide eyed before looking back to Sol. “You know this is probably going to earn you you’re second strike, right?”

“I honestly don’t think there is a way I could possibly avoid that today.” Sol replied.

Star smiled and took the present from him before motioning for them to come inside. “Please come in, everyone else is in the backyard so I’ll meet you there.”

Sol began to make his way inside as his mother placed a hand on his shoulder. “You know I would love to stay but-“

“I know, you and dad are busy.” Sol replied almost a little too eager to get him mom to go. “I will be fine, you don’t have to worry.”

“I know.” She replied as she rubbed Sol’s head. “Your father should be here in a few hours to pick you up and could you tell Mrs. Butterfly that I want a picture of the kiss?”

“Wait, what-“ Sol’s eyes went wide as he realized what his mother was talking about. “Mom!” He exclaimed. “Look … for argument sake, let’s forget that it’s not going to happen, you are going to have to ask her for that yourself because I’m going to be too embarrassed.”

“That is true.” She smiled at him before walking away. “Fair enough, but if I ask for the picture then I get to show everyone at work.”

Sol blushed as his mom walked away and he walked into the house, making sure to close the door behind him. He slowly began making his way to the backyard where he saw a giant bouncy castle along with the Butterfly’s small playground. Of the other kids invited, most were the girls from their class with a few of the boys here and there.

“Come on Sol!” Star shouted as she grabbed his hand. “Let’s have some fun!”

She pulled him towards the bouncy castle and continued to hold onto his hand as they enjoyed bouncing up and down along with the other kids. As time passed, Star had forgotten that she was holding onto Sol’s hand but for Sol, her grip never left his mind. She was a lot stronger than he initially expected which was one of the reason’s Sol couldn’t actually not notice it, but it was nice and made him feel like the whole archenemy thing was always just for show.

After some time, Star parents called out that a movie of some kind was about to begin and Star rushed off the bouncy castle dragging Sol along with her. The movie was set up in the living room where there was a giant television screen and a number of snacks set up on the coffee table. Star practically hopped onto the big chair leaving Sol in an awkward position of squeezing into the space right next to her or asking for his hand back. “Uh …” Sol began awkwardly.

“Huh?” Star looked at where she was sitting then realized that she was still holding onto Sol’s hand. “Oh, right.” She moved to the side making a little room for Sol to squeeze in but only then figuring out that it might not have been the best solution. “Or … I guess I should probably give you your hand back.”

“Well unless you want me to squeeze into that chair with you.” Sol half joked.

There was an awkward silence as both preteens waited for the other to mention it was a bad idea, however, that never came. “I mean if you want to then-“ Star began.

“I mean if you want to, I mean it is your birthday and all so-“

There was another awkward pause until Star finally pulled Sol into the chair with her and interlocked her fingers with his. A few of the other kids rushed in, not paying any attention to the two sitting together in the big chair as Star’s parents but the movie in and it started. Sol could feel his heart race as the screen began to flutter to life, he was sitting with his crush and now best friend about to watch a movie that he assumed would involve some form of princess or romance. What Sol didn’t expect however, was that they would be watching none other than the latest Dragon Ball Z movie, resurrection F.

Sol quickly looked at Star with a mixture of confusion and joy. “Not that I’m complaining but-“

“I got into it around Christmas, just managed to catch up to the most recent a few days ago.”

Sol felt a warmth inside of him as he tried to sink deeper into the couch. “Well have you seen the newest dragon ball supper series?”

“Seen up to the latest dubbed episode.”

Sol was awestruck by how much of a fan she was but wasn’t able to make a comeback as the movie began causing both their attention to shift to it.

Sol had seen the movie before with subtitles but never in English, he was actually enjoying it a lot more as was everyone else. When the time finally came where Goku blasts Frieza with his signature Kamehameha, Star couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Vegeta’s reaction is just too funny.”

“I know what you mean.” Sol replied as he looked over to Star. “He doesn’t realize that Goku saved his life yet and thinks that he just stole the kill for the fun of it.”

“Yeah.” Star rested her head on Sol’s shoulder as the movie finished up and the credits started to role.

Before anyone else could get up though, Star shot to her feet and pulled Sol along with her. “Come with me?” She asked.

“Like I have a choice?” He replied as he motioned to his hand which was still firmly in her grasp.

“Good point.” She dragged him into the kitchen and from there, into the dining room out of sight from everyone. “Sol?” She began as she took a deep breath. “I … I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” Sol asked.

“Yeah … for … putting up with me.”

Sol was shocked by her statement. “Putting up with you? That doesn’t … Star, I love spending time with you.”

“Yeah but … back when we first met … you did actually trip and fall on me, didn’t you?”

Sol gave a guilty smile and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “Yeah … I mean there wasn’t much there to trip on so it was a little embarrassing.”

Star nodded as she tried to avoid eye contact with him. “Yeah but … I called you evil for trying to destroy me but you played along and shared in my little fantasy world.”

“Yeah well-“ Sol paused as he realized something. “Wait, so … you knew that I wasn’t trying to hurt you?”

“Well I knew but … I didn’t realize it till recently.” She bit her lower lip and looked down. “When Lars … hurt me … it was like being violently woken up from a fantasy … I mean I knew it wasn’t real, I wasn’t crazy but … it was like I couldn’t really go back, even after you tried to cheer me up.” She tilted her head up to look Sol in the eye. “Is this what growing up feels like?”

“I have no idea, I don’t even know if I’ve done it yet.” He let out a sigh then looked back at her. “I’m just glad we get to be friends while it happens.”

“Friends?” Star asked.

“Well yeah … aren’t we friends?”

Star nodded happily. “That’s true … we’ve been something like best friends for a while but this is the first time you’re confessing to it.”

“Oh!” Sol exclaimed. “Well … yeah … I mean you’re the most perfect girl I’ve ever known, you’ve got an amazing imagination, you’re adorable, you’re nice, you’re incredibly strong, very athletic, you’re into the same stuff I’m into-“

“I have bad grades, people find me annoying sometimes, I’m … honestly terrified of junior high and highschool-“

“That doesn’t matter to me.” Sol said as he placed his other hand on top of Star’s. “You’re still my best friend and we’ll handle junior high together.”

“But there aren’t single designated classes!” Star exclaimed. “What if none of our classes match up, or what if we’re put into entirely different sections and don’t even have the same lunch!”

“Then we’ll still be able to hang out outside of school.” Sol eased. “I’m nervous about it as well, so don’t feel bad.”

They both stood there for a moment in complete silence until Star glanced up at Sol. “That’s really sweet … but I have to give you strike two now.”

“I thought I already got my second strike.” Sol replied.

Star shook her head. “I have to give them to you, remember?”

Sol slowly nodded his head not really understanding what she was getting at. “Uh … give them … how?”

Star gave a mischievous smile before quickly bringing her face closer and pressing her lips to his. Sol froze as his heart sped out of control, the kiss was gentle and quick but still much better than the previous one they shared.

When they finally separated, Star smiled at the stunned Sol and gently placed a hand on his cheek. “Now be careful, we still have cake and a second movie and you don’t want to earn your third strike too soon.” She slid her hands out of his and walked out of the room leaving him alone.

“Whoa.” He said as he looked back at her. “I … whoa.”

#Solarweek #Solar #SVTFOE #Day 6: Birthday

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braincoins · 7 years

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Title: Controversiae et Circenses Fandom: “Voltron: Legendary Defender” Summary: Mr. Shirogane and Ms. Fala are taking their own damn sweet time asking each other out. Time for the Voltron High Debate Club to step in and handle things. Ships: Shallura Warnings: Barely-edited Author’s Notes: High School Teacher AU for @milkteamiku! Happy Valentine’s Day from your seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeecret valentine! I hope you like it. ^_^; (3,947 words - also on AO3)

“Okay, we can’t let this go on much longer.”

“Yeah. It’s getting kind of pathetic.”

“How’re things on your end? Get anything good?”

“Oh, definitely! I think we’re go for launch.”

“You’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be without blowing my cover.”

“Okay, cool. So, here’s how we proceed…”

At the bell, Keith ran from his last class to his locker, tossed his unneeded stuff in, and slammed it shut. He was already texting Lance one-handed as he bolted for the stairs. [OMW]

His phone was lighting up with the others responding similarly. Keith shoved his way up the stairs as everyone else tried to go down. People gave him dirty looks, but he ignored them. This was important.

Mr. Shirogane – “Shiro” to most everyone – was one of the best teachers in the school. He was tough but fair and he had ways of making the most boring periods of history interesting. He was also the secondary sponsor of the Debate Club, and most of them had joined just because Shiro was such a cool guy to hang out with (and, as they’d all come to realize, they liked arguing).

But there was a problem. And that problem was the Debate Club’s primary sponsor: Ms. Fala. She was a civics teacher, even stricter than Shiro was. She took her job of educating future citizens on their rights and responsibilities very seriously, and her class was a graduation requirement. She was the bane of nearly every student’s existence. But, more importantly, Shiro clearly had the world’s biggest crush on her.

Most of the time, he could hide it pretty well, but there were times when she smiled at him or when the sunlight coming in the windows hit her hair just right or, hell, whenever she touched his hand or something, when Mr. Shirogane would look like his brain had just been wiped. It would take him a bit to “reboot.” It was funny at first, but it was starting to get annoying.

So, the club had done their research. Allura Fala was only a year or two older than Takashi Shirogane was, she was unmarried and, near as anyone could tell, not seeing anyone. She had pet mice. Shiro didn’t claim to have a fear of rodents, nor did he own a cat; so far, so good. Most importantly, the research indicated there was the hint of a possibility that she might like Shiro in return. Pidge reported a 5% increase in touching and nearly a whopping 10% increase in smiling when she was around him. (Pidge was in Ms. Fala’s class this semester, so she was able to study the subject more closely.)

Subtle hints to Shiro that he should ask Ms. Fala out had failed. Telling Shiro straight out that he should ask her out had failed. The students of Voltron High Debate Club were taking matters into their own hands now. And today was the day.

He slowed down as he approached Shiro’s last period classroom. Fortunately, it wasn’t the same one the Debate Club met in. “Hey, Shiro!” he called as he saw him emerge.

“Keith,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be over to the room in a minute.”

[He’s wearing a tie today] Keith texted surreptitiously. At least he hoped that was what he texted; it was harder when he wasn’t looking. “I actually had some questions, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. Walk with me over to the office; we can talk about it while I drop my stuff off.”

“Sure,” Keith said, keeping a straight face. He let Shiro go first and whipped up his phone to send off a thumbs-up emoji.

“Keith’s got him distracted and he says he’s dressed up a bit. At least, I think that’s what that means,” Lance reported. “Is Pidge in position?”

“Uh, yeah? She has her class last,” Hunk reminded him. “She’s been ‘in position’ for the last fifty minutes.”

“You’re taking all the joy out of this, Hunk.”

“Less talking, more working.”

“…but voter turnout is a constant problem,” Pidge was saying. “If you can’t get asses to the polls…”

“Language,” Ms. Fala warned.

“Sorry, but it’s the same sort of ‘butts in the seats’ thing that businesses worry about, isn’t it?”

“Yes, in a sense, though I would argue civic engagement is more pressing than even economic participation, all the moreso because it’s voluntary. People have to buy certain goods and services, but they don’t have to take part in their communities.”

“Exactly, but then how do we get higher voter turnout? I mean, that’s why I’m saying like… I dunno, give a tax credit to voters who show up at the polls or something.”

“You don’t want to have to bribe your citizens into doing their civic duty.”

“No, you don’t want to, but the voter turnout for the last election…” Shiro, you better appreciate the sacrifice I’m making here, Pidge thought. And you better take advantage of it.

“So, it’s actually four different memoirs?” Keith asked.

“Yes, and each with a distinct purpose. Initially, Lady Hyegyong was writing more for herself, but she increasingly directed her memoirs to the public. She was trying to bear witness to history about the treatment of her family members.”

“Like her husband.”

“Yes, but also her father, her uncle, her brother, herself. It’s a great chronicle of the Korean court, written at a time when monarchs were held to be unquestionably moral, almost divine. She showed the human side to them, with all the flaws that entailed. It’s an incredible primary source for the Joseon Dynasty.”

Keith nodded and tried to still look interested. I’m dying here; hurry up, guys. “And it talks about her husband going nuts and being killed, too, right?”

Shiro snorted. “Yes, her memoirs talk about Crown Prince Sado’s descent into madness. That’s all anyone ever wants to read about.”

“Well, sorry, but can you blame me? I mean, that sounds really cool! They should make a movie about it.”

“They have.”

“But not in English, I’m guessing?”

“Correct.”

Keith groaned and Shiro looked at the wall clock. “Hey, we should get to the room. The others are probably wondering where we are.”

Keith glanced at his phone. He hadn’t gotten the all-clear yet. “Do you have any of the movies?”

“What?”

“About Lady whatshername.”

“Hyegyong, and no, I don’t but I thought you didn’t want to watch subtitled movies anyway.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t need subtitles for the bits where the guy is being a nutjob.”

Shiro frowned at him. “Show a little respect. He wasn’t a nutjob. He had a mental illness.”

“Okay, but he did kill people, right?”

Shiro sighed. “Yes, according to his wife, anyway. In the 1805 Memoir, she says…”

“Are we done?”

Lance looked around the room and nodded. “I think we’re good.” He whipped out his phone. “Text Pidge; I got Keith.”

Hunk snorted. “Yeah, like at lunch time? I saw you two sneak off to the bathroom together.”

Lance grinned. “Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with my love life. Let’s focus up.”

Pidge pulled out her phone when it buzzed at her. “Oh, hey,” she said, seeing Hunk’s thumbs-up, “we should probably get to Debate Club.”

Ms. Fala looked at the clock. “Oh, goodness! We did get a bit carried away, didn’t we?” She gathered up her things. Pidge led the way out of the room and waited for her to lock up.

“Uh, actually, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. See you over there!”

Ms. Fala nodded and strode off towards the room.

Keith’s phone pinged at him. “Oh, hey,” he said, “they’re wondering where we are.” In reality, his text from Lance read [Ready for Romance? The room is anyway! LOL XOXO] with a bunch of kissy emojis. Horndog. But he suppressed a grin.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. C’mon.”

Keith let Shiro lead the way out of the History office. He waited for him to lock up and walked a little ways with him.

“Hey, y’know, I’ve gotta take a pit stop. I’ll catch up.”

“Okay. Don’t take all day in there; we’ve got a meet this weekend to prep for.”

“We’ll be fine. We’ve got this.”

Shiro grinned. “Lance is rubbing off on you.”

Keith grinned back. “You have no idea.”

“Yeah, okay, way more than I needed to hear. Just go already.” Shiro made shooing motions with his hands and headed for the room.

“Huh?” Allura looked around the room. Most of the desks had been pushed up against the wall, except for four pushed together to make a table of sorts (still with their attached chairs). A white tablecloth had been draped over them, and a small votive candle in a glass jar was sitting in the center next to a vase with a red silk rose in it. Gold colored napkins and actual, non-plastic flatware marked two place settings. The lights were off but twinkling white Christmas lights had been strung up around the room and wrapped in pink see-through gauze to soften the light further. There was an iPod and some speakers on the teacher’s desk, quietly playing piano music.

The Debate Club was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s going on here?” Shiro’s voice asked from behind her.

She turned to him and shrugged. “Honestly, I haven’t the first clue.”

Shiro was standing in the doorway. Backlit by the hall lights, he looked like he was glowing. More importantly, he was staring at her, lips parted just faintly. She wasn’t sure if he was even breathing.

She licked her lips, aware of her face heating and hoping the darkness of the room would hide it. “Is… is something wrong?” she asked him, hoping she didn’t have lipstick on her teeth or something.

“You look… luminescent,” he breathed, voice barely above a whisper. Then he cleared his throat and turned his head, rubbing the back of his neck. She could make out the blush in his cheeks, but then he had the lights of the rest of the school behind him. There was still hope he couldn’t see hers, even if her own face had gotten redder (and she was almost certain it had). “Sorry, I…”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, you don’t have to apologize.”

“Table for 2?” She looked past Shiro, who had turned around, and saw Lance standing there in a suit, with a white cloth draped over one arm, and a ridiculously long and thin mustache on his face. He was speaking in an overdone and bad attempt at a French accent. “Wee wee, come weeth me, right zees way.”

Allura snorted a little and tried to turn it into a cough. Lance just pushed past Shiro and “escorted” him to the “table.” “Right here, monsieur and mademoiselle,” he said. He couldn’t pull chairs out for them because they were bolted to the “table,” but he did gesture quite grandly.

“Lance, what are you doing?” she asked him.

“Showeeng you to your table, mademoiselle,” he insisted, repeating his gesture.

“Oh, for goodness’s sake.” But she took a seat, setting her briefcase down beside her.

Shiro shook his head and sat down opposite her, and she jumped as his foot hit hers. “Oh, sorry, I…”

“These desks are…”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“No, I understand.”

Lance smiled at them and then clapped twice in a very imperious manner. Pidge and Keith, both wearing suits and aprons, came running in. Pidge had a basket of bread that she set in the center of the table and Keith had a bottle and two champagne flutes.

“You do not have alcohol on school grounds,” Allura said with a frown.

“Mademoiselle!” Lance gasped in outrage. “Eet ees our very finest sparkleeng grape juice, I weell have you know!” He scoffed.

Shiro dropped his head into one of his hands. His shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. Keith just set down the glasses and was about to unscrew the top when Lance grabbed the bottle from him. “I weell do zat! Go on, shoo shoo!”

Keith frowned at him and rolled his eyes but left with Pidge. Lance unscrewed the bottle – releasing the telltale hiss of carbonation – and offered the screw-off top to Shiro to smell. Shiro looked up at him and shook his head. “Lance, what are you doing?”

“Eet has a lovely bouquet, sir, eef you would like to…”

“No,” Allura put in, “What Are You DOING? All of you. What is this?”

“I have a terrible feeling I know exactly what this is,” Shiro groaned.

“Well, I would appreciate an explanation,” she told him.

“Ah!” Lance declared. “May wee! But of course!” He poured the champagne flutes full of sparkling white grape juice, set the bottle down, and then declared, “I weell go and check on zee status of your meal!” and practically ran out of the room. He closed the door behind him.

Allura just looked at Shiro expectantly. He cleared his throat. He had quite definitely stopped laughing. “Well?” she asked.

“The, uh…” His blush was clearly visible; that probably meant he’d seen her blushing earlier, but she couldn’t do anything about that now, and she was too curious to care. “…the Club is trying to get us to date.”

“What?” Oops, she was blushing again now. She wished she knew a way to get that to stop. “Why?”

Shiro’s face got redder. “They’ve been after me to ask you out for weeks now.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” she pointed out.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “No, it doesn’t,” he admitted.

“Well?” she prompted again. He cleared his throat again and picked up his flute, downing half of the grape juice at one go. “Shiro.” She used his nickname after school, because it was simply easier than constantly referring to him as “Mr. Shirogane,” as she did during school hours.

“I wish this actually were alcoholic.” He grabbed the bottle and topped off his glass.

“Shiro, do you…?” But her question was interrupted.

The door opened to Pidge and Keith – under Lance’s watchful eye – bringing in plates of pasta. “Zees ees one of our chef’s specialties!” Lance informed them.

“Oh my GOD, Lance, stop it with the accent,” Pidge grumbled.

“Insolent pig-dog!” he yelled at her. “Do not eensult zee French! Eet ees zee language of L’AMORE.”

“I think he just slipped into Italian,” Pidge muttered.

“He took Spanish because it’s an easy A for him,” Keith told her. “He wouldn’t know French if it bit him on the a-…”

“Keith,” Shiro and Allura said together.

All three of them grinned at that. The plates of pasta were set in front of them. “Our chef has worked very hard on zees especially for you two! Enjoy!” Pidge and Keith left, but Lance went to the iPod to turn it up just a little bit. Then down a little. Then up a little more. Keith finally popped back in to grab Lance by the collar and haul him out of the room. The door practically slammed shut.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hungry.” Shiro pulled his napkin out and set it on his lap.

“Or you’re trying to get out of a full explanation by keeping your mouth full,” Allura charged, but she also draped her napkin over her lap.

“Well, they went to all this trouble. I’ve heard Hunk is a great cook.”

“Shiro,” she said again.

“Using your teacher voice on me doesn’t work,” he reminded her, picking up his fork and knife. “I’m one, too.”

“Why would the Club want you to ask me out?”

“Because they want us to date.”

“And they want us to date… why, exactly?”

But it was too late: he’d already shoveled some pasta into his mouth. Quite a bit of it, actually. She sighed and sipped her grape juice, then helped herself to a piece of bread. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to conjecture,” she warned him. He just gestured to his mouth full of food and shrugged. “Very well then.

“So, the known facts are this: the Club has set up this classroom to look like a nice restaurant. They have tried to create a classically ‘romantic’ atmosphere, including Italian food, a wine substitute, soft lighting, and music. If I believe you, they want us to date. Also, by your statements, they have been pressuring you to ask me out. They have not, however, pressured me to do the same.”

She took a bite of her bread and chewed thoughtfully. “Thinking back on it, Pidge has been asking me a number of questions lately about my personal life. And all of them have asked me my opinion on you numerous times.”

“What did you say?” Shiro asked immediately.

“Oh, so now you can speak.” He winced and scooped up some more pasta to fill his mouth with. She narrowed her eyes at him, but grinned. “Well, then, to return to my conjecturing: their… curiosity about me and about my opinion of you lends weight to the supposition that they want us to date. I have no reason not to trust your word, so I must therefore also believe they have been urging you to ask me out. The fact that they have not asked me to ask you out speaks to either outdated modes of thinking as regards gender equality OR, more likely, they believe your attraction to me is greater than mine to you. Perhaps even that this is more about making you happy than it is about ‘our’ happiness in any larger sense.”

He looked aggrieved at that. She reached across the table and patted his hand twice. “You’re their favorite, Shiro. I take my job as a teacher very seriously, and I know that doesn’t make me the warmest person in their eyes. It’s hardly surprising.”

He blushed at the touch, but couldn’t say anything still. She used her bread and fork to scoop up some pasta and mm’ed appreciatively.

He cleared his mouth first. “If anyone ever doubted your qualifications to serve as Debate Club sponsor…” He drank more of his grape juice, but then thought of something. “Wait a second, are you saying I don’t take my job seriously?”

She swallowed hurriedly. “No, no, not at all! We have… different teaching styles, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh. ‘Cause it sounded like you were saying…”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“…Maybe,” he admitted.

“Do you want to ask me out, Shiro?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re colleagues.”

“We’re allowed to date if we want to.”

“I just don’t want things to be …weird. Awkward.”

“Well, it’s a little late for that now, after all of this.” She gestured with one hand to the room around them, then picked up her champagne flute. “Will you feel emasculated if I ask you out?”

“No!” he said immediately. “N-not at all! But, I didn’t think you’d… be interested in me.”

She was sipping her fake-champagne when he said that and she nearly choked on it. He started to rise to come help her, but she waved him back into his seat. “Honestly, Shiro.”

“What?”

“Do you not know there’s a betting pool going on about which of the single teachers will ‘net’ you first?”

His blush deepened. “Uh, no. No, I did not know that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, now you know. I’ll split the pot with you, don’t worry.”

“Gee, thanks. Now it sounds like you’re only interested in me for the money.”

She chuckled. “You’re handsome, smart, and sweet. Winning the pot is an added bonus. Besides, I’m far more interested in showing up Romelle down in the Science department than I am in the money.”

“Don’t lie; you’re a teacher. I know your salary.”

They both laughed.

“They’re laughing,” Lance said. “I think that’s a good sign.”

“Are they saying anything about the food?” Hunk asked.

“Hunk,” Pidge hissed.

“What? I worked hard on that! A cook likes to know his work is appreciated!”

“Shhhh!” Keith warned them. “They’ll hear us.”

“Like they don’t know we’re out here listening in,” Pidge pointed out. “Or that at least Lance is.”

“Hey!”

“So, you are interested in me,” Shiro confirmed.

She nodded; her mouth was the one full of pasta this time.

He smiled in relief. “You’d think that’d make this easier, but now I just worry that if I ask you out on a boring date, I’ll blow my chance.”

She smiled and swallowed her food. “You know, technically, you haven’t told me that you’re interested in me. I conjectured that.”

“Oh!” He blushed deeper. “I’m… yes, I’m interested in you. In dating you. I…” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Hold on, let me start this over again so I sound less like one of our students.” She laughed and he opened his eyes again. “Your laugh is beautiful.” She blushed, and he continued. “Your smile is captivating. You’re so brilliant, so passionate about your work and your beliefs, so dedicated. It’d be hard not to be attracted to you, even if you weren’t heart-stoppingly gorgeous.” His face felt like it was going to combust, but he’d finally gotten it all out.

“Oh, now you’re overstating it,” she protested lightly.

“Not by much,” he insisted. “I’d give you that golden apple every time, and who cares what the other goddesses think?”

She laughed again. “Didn’t that nonsense start a war?”

“You’d be worth it.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do.”

“Shiro…”

“Takashi.”

She smiled. “Only if you’ll call me ‘Allura’ and never start a war over me.”

He reached across the table to rest his hand on hers. “I promise, Allura.”

“So, uh, how long do you think they’re going to be in there?” Pidge asked.

Keith opened his mouth to reply but then the door opened. Ms. Fala was standing there, arms folded, frowning at them. The room lights clicked on behind her, and the music shut off. “Well, there’s our meddlers. You can all come in and help us put the room back the way it needs to be. And then we are doing our meet prep for the weekend,” she informed them.

“Did you like the pasta?” Hunk asked weakly.

She smiled. “It was very good, Hunk; thank you. I hope you didn’t make too much of a mess making it?”

“I already cleaned up the home ec station I used,” he told her. “A good chef doesn’t leave their area messy.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” She stepped away from the doorway to let them in.

Shiro had blown out the votive candle and was disassembling the table. The dishes had been moved to the teacher’s desk.

“So, uh… how’d it go then?” Keith asked.

Shiro and Ms. Fala both looked at him, and he feared for his life suddenly, but then they looked at each other and smiled faintly. “We have plans,” Shiro told him. “That’s all you need to know.”

Lance whooped and started passing out high-fives until Ms. Fala grabbed him by the ear. “And so you have no further need to involve yourselves in other peoples’ personal lives, Correct?”

“Ow, yes, sorry, never again!” he yelped. She let go.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Hey, uh, Shiro?” Pidge asked. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

He blushed and wiped at his mouth. Ms. Fala just cleared her throat. “Let’s get the room squared away,” she ordered as if she weren’t an interesting shade of red herself. “And then I want to hear the argument you wrote on voucher systems for charter schools, Hunk.”

Keith grinned at his co-conspirators. Mission Accomplished. “You heard the lady, guys. Let’s get to work.”

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