(Requested)

I'M SOBBING WE ALL NEED A HUNK REFRESHER AND SPSPBSPBSBS I'M DONE WITH LIFE THIS IS SO CUTE AND I'M-

(also this might be a little rushed, i'm so sorry ;-;)

Youtuber! Reader x Hunk

Soulmate AU!

Your partner sings whatever you sing :DDD

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"I don't know why, but (Y/N)'s voice just sounds so amazing! Their voice is always so clear and it's always hard to tell whether its autotuned, even when they're livestreaming-" Hunk rambled, fanboying to Pidge who just rolled her eyes and smiled, obviously knowing that her friend was in love with an idol.

"You really do idolize them, don't you, Hunk?" Shiro chuckled, ruffling his hair. He turned to the white and black haired male, almost spitting.

"Do I?!" he shouted, the largest grin on his face, clapping his hands together. "Man, I really envy their soulmate... They haven't gotten one yet, and I wish it was me, but oh man, I'd feel happy if (Y/N) was happy!" Lance hooted and slung an arm around Hunk's shoulders, winking.

"Mi amigo, you know that prom is coming up, right? Why don't you just give them one of those 'celebrities go to my prom' videos? You're too cute for them to say no, big guy!" Hunk shrunk and blushed, tapping his fingers together, his eyes drifting to the sky.

"You think?" Lance tapped his forehead and grinned cockily.

"Take it from Uncle Lance, I know so, buddy."

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"Hey guys! Today I'll be singing by request! This is a surprise livestream, one that only a few people know about, and I know most of my fans are at their schools, or breaks right now, so it'll be a short one. You come, but you can't access it after the stream is over!" I chuckled, seeing all the hearts and "uwu" faces in the comments already.

Checking the screen again, I smiled devilishly as someone requested the Twenty One Pilots song "Ode To Sleep," but only the rap part. I tried to find a karaoke version online, and when I did, my face brightened up. Skipping ahead to the drum and guitar solo, I rubbed my hands together, drank from my water bottle, and cleared my throat.

"Alright, let's do this."

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The teacher was giving a lecture about the economy, describing the flow of money and cash through the system, everyone nearly falling asleep to the monotone voice that Iverson held. Hunk, on the other hand, was paying attention fully, until his mouth and voice started to work without him knowing.

"On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake, as the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate. The start of a day when we put on our face, a mask that portrays that we don't need grace. On the eve of a day that is bigger than us, but we open our eyes, cause we're told that we must. And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead! Desperately yelling, there's something we need!" he screamed, immediately clasping his mouth shut as everyone began to laugh and clap, impressed and relieved at the outburst, distracting the teacher from his lecture.

"How many times do I have to tell you, young man, that this is not Literature Class!" Iverson said firmly, pointing a finger at Hunk.

"Sorry sir, I can't exactly help it... It's my soulmate." The male teacher sighed and just continued with the lesson. Throughout the period, Hunk sang random outbursts from various artists, causing the class and teacher to jump at the musicality that he had.

Once class had finally ended, it seemed as if the singing had gone down. Hunk groaned, burying his face in the front of his backpack, face-planting on the lunch table. Lance awkwardly patted his back, trying to feel some sort of sympathy for his friend.

"It's okay, I think Iverson is the only one that doesn't get that your partner is quite musical." Hunk sniffled and lightly smacked his cheeks, calming down once everyone else arrived. Allura bent down with a concerned look on her face.

"What happened? Did Hunk's soulmate sing their heart out again?" Lance nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. Hunk started to wail again, surprising everyone, causing Lance to almost fall out of his seat.

"And to top it all off, I missed (Y/N)'s livestream that won't even be showed again!" Hunk bawled, with everyone breathing a sigh, shaking their heads, hearts pounding as their minds realized it wasn't because Hunk had discovered some deep, dirty secret. (Oddly specific.)

"This kid is really in love with (Y/N)."

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After school, the Voltron Club would meet at the park to discuss things related to extraterrestrial life, evidence for those claims, and objects supposedly found from outer space. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were in the middle of a heated debate about purple aliens when Hunk started to spew rap again.

"I am not as fine as I seem
Pardon, me for yelling and telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me
A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees
Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
And how it is a door that hold's back contents
That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
My mind ship-wrecked this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
And I know that I can fight, or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind."

Lance and Pidge raised their hands in surrendering, opting out of the debate, clapping for their Samoan friend.

"I guess you won. That was impressive," Pidge said, nodding.

"Agreed."

"What- It wasn't even related to the topic!" Hunk moaned in complaint, reminded of what happened earlier that day. Both of his friends smiled, and just chuckled, whispering something before nudging each other and giggling again.

"Oh my god, I give up."

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I browsed internet forums, noticing that people had tagged me in a bunch of posts to a video. Not multiple videos, but hundreds of tags to just one single video, that I hadn't made. I raised an eyebrow and clicked on it, thinking that it was just a gag that my viewers had done. Last time they guided me to an abandoned and haunted website, causing me to not sleep for two days because of the images that were on there.

"This better not be a gag," I grumbled, pressing play. When the white arrow disappeared, I saw the cutest boy pop up on my screen. I immediately smiled, checking the title of the video: (Y/N)! Please Go To Prom With Me!

My heart melted as I went through the three minutes of him stammering and blushing like a cute mess that he was, nervously holding up a sign and looking away for most of the time. My cheeks flared up as I typed a response into the comments.

"cute ;)"

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"THEY REPLIED HOLY CRAP OH MY GOD YOU GUYS OH MY GOD!" Hunk shrieked, sobbing, flailing his computer around in the air when Lance and Pidge crashed into the wall, trying to scramble their way over.

"What!? No way, dude!" Lance laughed, flinging himself onto Hunk's back. "You're so lucky!" Pidge snorted, adjusting her glasses, ready to fire a comeback.

"Like how you messaged Shay Mitchell fifteen thousand time and her manager had to finally tell you to go away?" she teased, grinning from ear to ear. Lance's face was flushed, hopping off Hunk's back.

"No! Not at all! I don't know what you're talking about!" The two bickered was left unheard by Hunk, who just stared in awe at the comment, biting his bottom lip in sheer joy, eyes lighting up.

"Cute... (Y/N) thinks I'm cute!"

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Later that evening, Hunk was still trying not to die over the fact that (Y/N) had personally commented on the video, saying that the Samoan boy was in fact, an adorable little bean. His phone buzzed, indicating a video had been posted on their channel. He jumped at it, opening his notification box and immediately pressed on it.

"Migrane Cover, by Twenty One Pilots." He happily listened to it, scrolling through the comments until his ears were hit with the recognizable rap part that he had sang at the park. Hunk replayed the part, not believing his ears.

"Oh my god. WHAT THE FRI-"

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Hunk nervously waited outside the location (Y/N) had sent them, being at a nearby music shop. It wasn't prom yet, but the famous YouTuber had contacted him early, wanting to meet up and get to know each other.

"What if this is a joke? What if they don't like me? I mean, I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate-" His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Hunk turned around and fell down in surprise when he saw (Y/N) in the flesh.

"Woah!" they chuckled, helping him up. "I don't bite, really." Hunk felt blood rushing to his face already as he thanked them again and again under his breath.

"You're the one from the video huh? It's really cute." Hunk muttered his thank you's again, trying not to make eye contact and show how much he was flustered by them.

"Well, why don't we head in? There's no need to be shy." He nodded and squeaked when (Y/N) clasped his wrist and guided him in. Guitars and drum sets were scattered everywhere, displays of woodwind and brass instruments all over the place.

In the hour they had together, (Y/N) showed Hunk different variations of tunes, how to play the basics of each instrument, and even played a song for him. It wasn't until the very end when (Y/N) started to sing, that they both noticed.

"Wait, wait, can I see something?" (Y/N) asked, smiling. Hunk nodded in return, watching their movements. The person in front of him flipped over his right wrist, a half note now imprinted onto the inside. (Y/N) looked up, eyes shining.

"It's you."

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ahhhh sorry for being so crappy omg

this was rushed hhhhhh

i'm so sorry i was so eager and ugh

but i hope ya like it :')