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[namelessalessandra]

The song to my heart

Lando Norris x Reader

Plot: you and Lando have been friends for a while, but what happens when one night you dress up to go to the karaoke?

Warnings: none really, except for Lando wearing that shirt 🥵 plus English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

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-Could you close my dress?- I ask to Pietra, who’s behind me doing her hair. She puts the brush on the cabinet and quickly turns to me with a smile.

-You look really good!- she comments after zipping the dress. I fix my hair on my shoulders and turn to look at her feeling my heart in my throat. I sketch a smile. It’s just a night out, it will be me, her, Max and Lando, but we decided to go big and getting well dressed so I wore my last purchase: a black, silky dress, long to just above the knees, and on the bodice some silver glitters cover the seams of the bust embellishing the whole thing. I matched some stockings with glitters, a silver pochette and a pair of black heels with some bows on the front made with glitter that look like the ones on the dress.

-You look really good too- I respond admiring her. She opted for a red dress with a slit on the right side of the skirt. She curled her long blonde hair and put a red lipstick that matches the color of the dress.

-Which bag do you think I should wear?- she asks taking two bags to show me. The first one is black, really simple, the second one is golden and covered in glitters. I indicate the second one without hesitating and she laughs.

-I won’t be the only one fully glittered tonight- I joke shrugging and she nods in agreement. We’re interrupted by Max’s voice calling for Pietra and she goes to him. I take the opportunity to focus on my makeup, I decided to keep it simple and on the shades of nude. When the blonde comes back I’m ready so I leave her some space to finish preparing herself and I spray myself some perfume before reaching Max and Lando in the other room.

-Hey guys- I call them to have their attention before making a pirouette. Max is live but still turns to me and smiles whistling.

-You look really good, (Y/N)!- he exclaims but soon he goes back to his live. He’s not ready yet so I roll my eyes. I see Lando getting up from the bed and coming closer to me. He wears a black shirt slightly opened on his chest, from where a silver chain shows up, and some black trousers. He smiles at me and I feel my cheeks getting hotter. I’ve had a crush on him for a while. We met thanks to Pietra, when she started dating Max she always brought me with them and the same goes for Lando, so we became friends. It’s just that with time I started paying attention to his attentions, his manners and the beautiful person that he is, and I fell in love. Pietra knows it, but I don’t know if Max or the concerned one know it too.

-You look beautiful, darling- he comments letting his gaze wander all over my body. I smile protruding me to kiss his cheek. Despite my heels I’m still a few centimetres lower than him. Lando moves his hands on my waist and I feel how warm they are through the thin fabric of my dress.

-You look really good too- I compliment soon after, but we’re interrupted by Max who laughs before turning to us.

-The chat says you two would be a cute couple- he makes fun of us. My eyes widen and I’m sure my cheeks are getting redder. Lando smiles, he’s embarrassed too, and gets away from me.

-Go get ready instead of bothering- he scolds him, I hurry to get away from the part of the room that the camera covers and seat on the bed.

-You take my place? I was about to finish a game- Max asks getting up from his seat. Lando takes his place and let’s him go away. I’m on the phone while Lando ends the game that Max started, silence reigns for a while.

-(Y/N), honey, why don’t you come here?- the driver asks out of the blue. I turn to look at him with wide eyes. He’s looking at me waiting but I shake my head.

-No, Lando. You know it’s not the case- I try to refuse but he moves his seat to turn to me and hands me out.

-come on, let’s entertain Max’s fans while he’s away! We’ll say so many bad things about him- he insists and so I give up. I get up and go to him, he taps on his leg. It’s not the first time I sit on his lap, since he’s made me feel at my ease since the first time we met, but doing it in front of a camera and millions of people makes me a little uncomfortable. Slowly I sit down, being careful to hold my weight on my feet and not on him.

-Relax, everything’s okay- he whispers in my ear and moves a hand to my hip, caressing it with delicacy. I sit better on him making myself comfortable, with my arm I surround his shoulders to keep my balance and he kisses my cheek.

-Your perfumes is really good- he comments making me laugh, I turn to the screen to look at the comments in the chat. Many people are making questions to Lando about the next race, some ask what are we going to do so elegant and others ask if we’re a couple. I hear Lando read one of the questions with low voice, while absent-mindedly caressing my hip.

-We’re going out for dinner, but nothing important. We only dressed up because Pietra and she made us do it- Lando jokes pointing at me with the hand that’s not on my hip. I burst out laughing looking at him and quickly turn to look at the screen.

-We just took advantage of the thing, guys they’re happier the us girls to dress up elegantly- I say, nodding with my head to give more credibility to my words. Lando tickles the hip he was caressing before ad I start laughing and moving over him. I’m about to fall, so he immediately stops and holds me by the waist to stabilise me and I get comfortable again.

-You’re too cute, are you sure you’re not a couple?- the question is read by Lando in that exact moment and I widen my eyes in shock. I feel my cheeks burning again and I look myself on screen. I’m blushing. Lando smiles mischievously while looking at me from the video.

-Here I am! We can end the live- Max interrupts the moment entering from the door and I sigh in relief.

-We’re not together guys, we’re just friends- I hear my hear sink to my stomach at Lando’s words, but I foce myself to smile and nod with my head to agree with him. I get up from his legs and leave the two guys to close their live while I get my blazer on. It’s black like my dress but it has silvers strass here and there. When the boys join us, we all go out together and drive to the pub.

The pub has a karaoke area, some round tables are scattered throughout the room and it’s almost full. As soon as the door closes behind us the heat surrounds me, I feel Lando put a hand on my back while he leans towards me

-what do you think, do you like it?- he asks in my ear, I nod with my head before looking at him. I smile and he reciprocates. Max, who booked, talks to the waiter and gets us to our table. Pietra and I sit between the two guys, Max takes place beside her and Lando next to me.

-Let me help you- the driver says when he sees me trying to take off my jacket, and without even waiting for an answer he gets up and takes it off of my shoulders. My hair slides around my face while I thank him. Lando places my jacket on my seat and then sits again. Pietra and Max are sharing a menù to decide what to order so I take one too. I let my gaze flow on all the dishes available, indecisively.

-Do you already know what to order?- Lando’s voice distracts me from my thought, I notice that he’s gotten closer to me and he’s talking in my ear. I shake my head to say no while someone goes on stage to sing.

-No, and you?- I ask softly, he points one very tempting dish with a finger

-even though this one looks really good too- he then comments pointing another one, so I decide to remove any doubt

-I can order this one and we can share, if you want?- I ask taking my eyes off of the paper to look at him. He nods going back to sit normally and when the waiter arrives we give our orders. Soon after Max and Lando start a conversation, so Pietra and I do the same, and when the boy next to me leans to say something to Max I feel his hand resting on my leg. I lose a beat and my heart goes up to my throat. Then I remember his words at the end of the live and I force myself to not think strange ideas. Pietra sees the driver’s gesture and looks at me trying to hide a smile. I wish to tell her not to be fooled, because Lando does not see me the same way that I see him, but it’s not appropriate to do it when he’s that close to me. Max bursts out laughing and Lando leans with his back to the chair without removing his hand from my leg.

-How about singing?- Pietra asks to get us involved in the conversation, Max leans to kiss her temple and says that it’s a great idea so she quickly starts talking again: -I have in idea! Let’s do duets! Max and I will sing a song, and you, (Y/N) will sing with Lando! We record it and let the followers decide who wins!- she proposes. The boys immediately agree to her idea and start making fun of each other. Our orders arrive while Pietra and Lando put our names in line for karaoke.

-Is everything alright?- Max asks while we’re alone, I turn to him and nod. I can’t obviously say to him that his best friend is taking my breath away since the night started, can I?

-Yes, I’m just a little nervous because of the karaoke. I don’t really like singing in front of people- I joke and he laughs nodding with his head.

-Lucky you, Lando is really good at catching attention, so even if you were the worst fool he would find a way not to make you feel embarrassed- he tries to reassure me and I nod in agreement. The other two come back to the table so we start eating. We take some pictures and videos, but mainly we enjoy our dinner talking. When our turn to sing at the karaoke arrives, Lando takes my hand taking me on stage. We take our microphones while I hear the first notes of the song that he chose. I can’t help but laugh. Friday from Riton starts and Lando sings the chorus. Pietra holds her phone and starts recording so I put the mic closer to my lips and start singing the verse. Lando widens his eyes in surprise when he hears my voice, but then quickly goes back to moving and clapping his hands in time.

Lando and I move around the small stage, he takes my hand and turns me around while he sings the chorus. We have fun like two crazy people and everyone in the room sings with us or clap their hands in time. At the end of the song Lando takes my hand intertwining our fingers and then raises them up as if we had won a prize. We bow to the audience and then go back to our table.

-(Y/N) I didn’t know you can sing that well!- Max exclaims when we go back, I laugh to hide my embarrassment.

-that’s true! We’re going to tear you guys up!- Lando exclaims still amused by the song. Max and Pietra sing their song and, just like my friend did for me, I take the phone to record them.

-They’re never going to win- Lando’s voice resonates at the end of the song while I stop the video. I look at him and start laughing, and then i agree. Pietra posts both our videos and the competition begins, in the mean time we enjoy the rest of our dinner.

When the night’s over and we leave the pub, the air outside is fresher. I squeeze in my blazer surrounding my hips with my arms. Pietra puts an arm on my shoulders

-did you have fun?- she asks happily, I nod leaning against her and we walk together. Max and Lando are a little further ahead talking to each other.

-He didn’t look away from you all night, not even for one second- my friend says whispering, obviously she’s talking about Lando. I sigh, the sentence at the end of the live still resonates in my head. I tell her everything with low voice to not let the boys hear us since they’re pretty close.

-He’s just an idiot, he’s a man. They need more time to understand things- she funnily murmurs and lets me go because we arrived to our car.

-Are you staying at our place?- the blonde girl asks me when we’re in the car, I shake my head.

-No, I don’t even have clothes to change- I respond so she only nods.

-I take her home. After leaving you guys, obviously. In this way you’ll have time to do things I don’t want to hear- Lando jokes, earning embarrassed reproaches from the blonde girl. Max drives till their house and gives the keys of his car to his friend. I greet both of them and sit beside Lando, who immediately turns the hearings and the engine on.

-Did you have fun?- he asks, more to have a conversation than anything else. I nod while setting on the seat and yawn.

-Very much, and you?- I quickly ask, Lando gives me a look and soon after goes back to watching the street. He smiles

-yes, even though there’s one thing that I would rather change- he answers moving his hands on the wheel. He looks a little nervous. I frown, confused.

-What? The food? Did you not like it?- I ask worried, he shakes his head

-No, it’s not the food- he quickly answers, he brakes at a traffic light and looks at me again. He takes a deep breath.

-Us two- he then says and, for the second time tonight, my heart breaks. The traffic light goes green and Lando strarts driving again, only to turn and stop outside my house. I hurry to open the car door without looking at him because I would burst into tears, I already feel my eyes pinching.

-(Y/N)- Lando calls me when I’m about to exit. I stop but I don’t dare turning. The door half open.

-I’m sorry if you wanted someone else instead of me. Maybe next time you can invite her before Pietra and Max ask me, so I won’t intrude- my voice breaks at the end of my sentence and I would love to slap myself.

-What?- Lando asks confused, I get out of the car quickly, to avoid humiliating myself even more and walk to the front door. I look into my purse, searching for the keys but they end up falling on the floor so I kneel to take them. That’s when Lando’s hand rests on mine stopping me.

-If you had given me time to explain myself, you would have realised that I suck at declaring myself. When I said I would’ve changed us two, I meant that…- he stops to take a deep breath and then starts talking again: -that tonight I wanted you to be more than a friend- he ends while taking my purse and my keys. We get up, his eyes chained to mine, making it almost hard to breath. Is this really happening?

-I wanted to tell the chat that you’re my girlfriend, I wanted to kiss you at the end of our song because your voice is beautiful and if we win that competition is just because of you, and I wanted to keep you closer because even sitting next to me you’re still too far away from me- he murmurs in an insecure voice, moves one step towards me and I raise a hand to caress his cheek.

-When we walk and I keep a hand on your back, it’s not just because I don’t want to lose you in the crowd, but because I need to keep you close. When I ask you to come play golf with me, Max and Pietra, even though I know that you girls won’t play but only watch us play, it’s because I want to have you in my life and I wish it was the same for you- Lando stops again to take another deep breath.

-(Y/N), if you don’t feel the same I don’t care. We can pretend that nothing happened and just be friends. But if there is even just a small, remote possibility that you want the same that I want…- I interrupt him because I don’t think I could handle any more from him tonight, I make our lips touch in a delicate kiss. Lando holds my waist sighing in my mouth and everything seems to finally go to the right place. When we separate, our eyes meet again and I can’t help but laugh.

-I guess Pietra was right then, you just needed time because you’re a man- I joke, his laugh breaks the silence and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. I kiss his cheek, still incredulous for his words, and he holds me a little more against himself.

-I was afraid that Max was making my head whip up and that by confessing my feelings I could’ve ruined everything, but it wasn’t the case- he explains. So Max knew too. Now all the jokes and glances make sense.

-No, it wasn’t- I repeat his words, Lando doesn’t stop smiling while kissing me again.

-What do you think if next time we go out alone? Just you and me- he proposes immediately after, my confirmation arrives maybe too quickly but he doesn’t seem to bother

-Now I better go, before some fan of yours see us- I whisper after a while. His arms still holding me close to him. A part of me doesn’t want to let him go, but it will be better to keep everything private for a little while.

-See you tomorrow?- Lando asks with low voice, I nod with my head before kissing him again

-Yes, but you have to let me go now- I whisper, he sighs annoyed but lets me go and we separate.

-Be ready for breakfast, I’ll take you out- he tells making a big step behind. I move my head up and down to accept and open the door. I stand on the threshold to watch him get in the car and greet him with my hand when he starts it, then close the door as he leaves. All I have to do is go to sleep and hope that tomorrow comes early.

[heonyhobi]

Gorgeous

Shownu x Reader

Fluff, Light Smut

Sohn Hyunwoo. What a jerk. He seemed to get under my skin every time I saw that stupid sparkling smile. It made me huff in frustration and caused my hands to shake from nervousness. It was terrible; he was terrible. But it had nothing to do with how terrible he was; it instead had everything to do with how frustratingly perfect he was. From his honeyed skin that glowed with every simple smile, to his ridiculously built body that looked as if it was chiseled from marble, and his beautifully charming personality, he seemed perfect from the inside out. He was the type of guy that held the door for me every morning, helped me with heavy boxes whenever stock arrived, brought me my favorite coffee and snacks when we were particularly busy, and even drove me home when my car was in the shop. He was an amazingly generous friend, and I have no right to desire more, but how much more of a generous lover would he be? I laid my forehead on the breakroom desk and groaned loudly. Of course, I had to be head over heels for a coworker.

Hyunwoo and I had been working in together in the same shopping mall for the last 4 months. He worked at a Nike outlet, and I at the American Eagle outlet directly across. We first met when on break in the cafeteria, and in those short 30 minutes, I simultaneously gained a best friend and the biggest crush I’ve had since high school. He could never know though, I wouldn’t want to mess up the relaxing relationship we have now. And besides, he has customers and coworkers alike fawning over his masculine features all day, who he gently lets down, on more than one occasion. I’m not overly excited  to join that (long) list of names. Even though he was so-

My alarm went off, signaling for me to clock back in. I headed back and prepped myself for the onslaught of frazzled, angry customers this evening. It was the holiday season, and that meant lots of people in my store. Too many. I wish they would just go home. Hyunwoo and I frequently ranted after these frustrating shifts. Hurling the insults and comments we couldn’t say to customer’s faces towards each other a little too loudly in the deserted parking lot. White puffs of air and phone flashlights illuminating the dark throughout our destressing.

I glanced up in between customers, eyes skimming through the huddles of bodies walking down the halls, until I met Hyunwoo’s. His customer was pointing and waving her arms frantically, she was angry about something. He reached up and ruffled his short hair before tapping the shell of his ear twice. I smiled at the sign of our secret language. One we devised after too many training hours on register. I could expect a fun vent session with my friend later. 

After my next customer left, with what must have been 15 bags on her arms, our eyes met again, and I scratched my head before applying chaptstick. Oh yeah, the heavens could expect an earful tonight.

About 20 minutes before the end of my shift, after the store closed, I entered the back to double check before I closed shop. My eyes lit up with excitement as I noticed the overabundance of cardboard boxes with WINTER 2 printed across the side. The January clothes were in, and I would be damned if I didn’t test any of the new styles out. Shutting the lights could wait 15 more minutes. 

Giggling, I rooted through the folded articles, finding the fits I wanted to try on the most, and headed to the changing rooms. I locked the door behind me out of habit and slipped on the first piece: a super soft oversized sweater.

I went through a few more shirts, about 6 pairs of pants, and 3 sets of the Aerie lingerie before I was satisfied. The last thing I had slipped on was a short, silky soft pink nightdress. It was lowcut v, with white lace brimming the top and covering the cutouts on the sides. Starting from the bottom and running all the way to the seam, snowy lace left little to the imagination. It was the cutest thing ever; I had to have it. I rummaged around the clothes strewn across the seat, searching for my phone to ask my manager about preordering, but my fingers grazed nothing but cloth. I remembered I had left it in the breakroom and turned to scamper through the empty store to retrieve it, but the stall door wouldn’t budge.

No, no, no. This was not happening. I jiggled the handle around a little, as if that would help, but the stupid door wasn’t moving. And it just so happened that this outlet had been fitted with decent doors that were flush against the floor, only space provided was at the top. I contemplated the thought of climbing over the top when a familiar voice echoed outside.

“(Y/N)? Where are you? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes. You better not be working late again.”

It was Hyunwoo. Thank God. “Hey! I’m over here!” I yelled through the door.

His footsteps padded dully across the floor, until they stopped right next to my dressing room. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I, uh,” I started, embarrassment rising up my cheeks and ears, “I’m stuck.”

Hyunwoo chuckled. “Are you really?”

“Yes! Can you please get me out?” I huffed, growing impatient.

“Yeah, just uh, do me a favor and step away from the door.”

I did as he asked. “Ok, I’m out of the way.”

He wasted no time, the door whipped open violently as the now broken lock bounced against the full-length mirror on the wall and onto the floor.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a thank-you hug. I nearly squealed as his warm hands held my back against him, his big arms made me feel so safe. I had been held by them countless times now, but they never failed to send my heart racing. “Thank you so much Hyunwoo.”

“You’re welcome.” He let go and gazed at me quizzically, and I thought I noticed a light dusting of pink on his round cheeks. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, well I saw the WINTER 2 stock and wanted to try some pieces on. What do you think?” I asked, a sing-song quality lifting my voice subtly. I spun for him, feeling his eyes roam across the pastel, lacy silk, it raised up slightly, showing more of my thighs, if that was possible from how short the dress was on its own.

He gulped almost nervously, the dusting across his face deepening into a thick blanket of red. “You’re beautiful.”

I looked up at him, confusion pulling my eyebrows together, surprise widening my eyes.

It was his turn then for his eyes to grow at the realization of what he just commented. Whites doubling in size for a split second. “It is. It’s beautiful.”

I studied him intently. Did I hear him right? He just called me beautiful, didn’t he? The space between us grew awkwardly heavy, soft huffs of shallow breaths the only sound decorating the empty store. Should I address the elephant in the room?

“Y-you think I’m beautiful?” I stutter out, hope igniting in my chest.

Hyunwoo shifted his eyes from their spot on the floor to mine. He was reading my concerned expression, his features twisting into its own bewilderment, like he was wondering how I didn’t get it yet. His fingers rubbed the outside of my exposed arm. Starting at the edge of my shoulder, running all the way down to the jut of my elbow and back up again in comforting ovals. “Baby, you’re gorgeous.”

Bright warmth swept over me, spreading across my cheeks, ears, neck and shoulders. Oh shit.

His hand returns it upward ascent, this time going past my shoulder, floating across my collarbone, until his deft fingertips tilted my jaw upwards. He brought his face closer, lips ghosting teasingly over mine, short, anticipating breaths fanning my face softly. I waited for him to close the space between us, before I realized that he was waiting for me to do the same, waiting for my permission.

I lifted myself onto my tip toes, and kissed him sweetly, gently, softly, almost like I was afraid to do so. But as soon as I began to pull away, he entangled his fingers in my hair, gripping it with suppressed desperation. His kiss was rougher, needier, like he had been wanting to do this for a long time now. His opposite hand tugged my waist firmly, pulling me entirely into himself as he deepened the kiss, tongue dipping gently into the warmth of my mouth. A light moan escaped my throat as he pulled away slowly, and his rosy, wet lips formed into a smirk at my reaction.

“Wow.” Was all I could say. No other thoughts came up clear amidst the dizziness in my head, the tingling on my lips, and the fluttering of my heartbeat.

His smirk grew into a prideful smile, bottom lip catching between teeth. “You liked that?”

I simply nodded, too dazed to focus.

“I’ve actually been wanting to do that for a while now.” He admitted, arms keeping me held tight against his toned body. His wandering eyes drifted downwards, followed by a plump pair of lips attached to my neck. “And this.” 

 He gently sucked my sensitive skin, teeth grazing lightly, causing me to whimper into his ear. He growled lowly in response.

“Me too.” I managed to breathe out.

“Then do you want to continue this at my place?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be wearing this?” He questioned, tugging playfully at the lowest part of the v, exposing my chest to his leisure.

“I have to buy it first, Hyunwoo.” I reminded him, wiggling out of his embrace. I reached for my clothes underneath the messy pile on the seat.

“So, you’ll be wearing nothing then?” He asked with a cocky tone.

“I suppose so.” I smiled, changing out of the night dress teasingly.

He bit his lip again, burning gaze following my every movement. “Then let’s hurry.”

“So impatient.” I teased.

I put my uniform back on and returned the new stock to their respectful boxes. 

Hitting the lights on my way out we walked, or rather ran, back to his car, giggling throughout the mall halls like foolish teenagers. We could hardly keep our hands and mouths off of each other the entire way back, stumbling carelessly into his apartment, I don’t even think we made it to the bedroom before items of clothing dropped to the floor, one by one.

[something-fanfiction-ie]

Fanboy

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: mac’n cheese for you haters, Jimmy Fallon just in the case you don’t like him?

A/N: @petah-parkah-and-potahtas I hope it reaches your expectations. It’s looking like this might have another part. Remember to let me know what you think and send me requests and such! I’ve got nothing better to do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also follow me! I’ve got like two followers! I love you guys, thank you for reading.

|part one: Fangirl | part three: A Pair of Fans |

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It’s been about a week since The Tom Holland tweeted about you and to you on Twitter. The topic had come up in all of your conversations, relevant or not. You were starting to think people were getting tired of hearing you talk about it. You had a day off from promoting your movie and you were splayed out on a fancy hotel couch somewhere in London.

Your mom was on speaker, talking about what she was cooking for dinner and how your dad refused to help despite the fact that he was better at cooking and he made a mean macaroni and cheese. A meal which you thought you had specifically told them never to eat without you.

“I can’t believe you’re eating mac’n cheese without me.” Your voice was muffled because your left cheek was smushed into the cushion. The television remote sat on the floor, just below your hand that dangled off the edge of the seat. It felt like there was nothing good on as you flipped through channel after channel of boring looking people.

“(Y/N), you’ve been away from home for a month. When have you known us to go that long without your father’s mac’n cheese?” You stuck your bottom lip out despite the fact that your mom couldn’t even see you. It didn’t seem to matter though.

“(Y/F/N), unpout that lip. You do that so much, you’ll get stuck that way.” You laughed, stopping at a channel to watch the movie trailer for Spider-Man: Homecoming which was due to come out on dvd in 3 days. You’d already preordered it, you’d watched it ten different times and you planned on watching it again and again.

Once the trailer ended, the screen switched to the Jimmy Fallon Tonight Show. You didn’t mind Jimmy Fallon too much, you hadn’t been on his show yet, which was a bummer, but he was funny from time to time. Most of your favorite celebrity interview clips were from Jimmy Fallon. Absentmindedly, you began picking at the corner of the couch cushion while your mom continued drabbling on about something totally irrelevant to what you had been talking about.

You honestly thought you might fall asleep, very rudely, on the phone with your mother. Your eyes felt heavy and it really wasn’t a bad idea to catch up on some shut eye during this beautiful day off. Although, it could be a better idea to go explore London while you were here, but then again, was it really a good idea to go wondering about a foreign country by yourself?

With your eyes closed and sleep pulling at your every limb, you almost missed the sound of your name being said from the television. You jolted awake, looking down at your phone to see that your conversation with your mother was still going. At this point she was talking about redecorating your room into a small hangout room for the family- pretty sure that’s what living rooms were for? Sitting up in your seat, you adjusted the volume as the camera cut to Tom Holland.

“Hey Mom, let me call you back in a minute, alright?” You said your ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s to the whole family as quickly as possible when she put you on speaker. Eventually, the call ended and you decided to rewind the interview just a bit.

“So what’s this going on with (Y/N)? The fans are going kind of crazy.” Jimmy asked, his hands clasped on top of his desk. Tom shuffled in his seat, pulling on the edges of his coat to bring them closer together. His cheeks were flushed pink and a small smile tugged at the edges of his mouth.

“Well, she mentioned she was a fan of mine in a recent interview of hers. Her movie had just released a couple days before I saw the interview, actually. Once I saw it I was an immediate fan. She is so talented, if I hadn’t know that this was her first movie I would have thought she was a seasoned actress.”

“She was really amazing in that.” Tom nodded his head, fiddling with the watch on his wrist while he spoke.

“She’s gonna be big. Anyways, so I get this message from a friend of mine who, I guess just binge watches interviews on YouTube, and it’s the video. I watched it and I’m like, ‘Oh my god! No way. That’s not possible.’ I’m starting to panic, right? I watched the specific clip of her saying I was the love of her life like sixteen times. I’ve just got this giant celebrity crush on her.” The crowd and Jimmy are laughing as Tom is speaking, his hands flying about in front of him as he continues to tell the story.

He continues to grow in animation as he jumps about in his seat, just completely geeking on international television.

“I’ve been checking my Twitter, like, religiously because I’m waiting for a tweet back but nothing so far.” He shrugs his shoulder and your stomach drops to your toes. That’s not the sign you meant to give him! You just weren’t sure what you were supposed to say to your all time biggest celebrity crush when he says that he is a fan of your work.

“She’s not impressed with the Spider-Man bit, man.” Jimmy teases. The conversation continues, veering from you to Tom’s boyish looks but you’ve already tuned out.

You grab your phone and open Twitter with a mission. It’s determination you hear behind the clicks of your keyboard. You read it over one last time before deciding to post it.

Hopefully that works.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) @(y/t/u/n) 1 min ago

@TomHolland1996 I’m highly impressed with the Spider-Man bit. The ball is in your court.

[nctzenchuu-blog]

Her favorite

Jisung/Reader

Genre: Slice of life(??), romance, drama

words: 2,855

Summary: It wasn’t that she never particularly expected him to have the characteristics of the standard ‘idol’ type that forced its way into the industry. The rehearsed greetings and responses that would make any girl swoon, but as he gave her a – what could only be described as choked,” Hello” on a Thursday night at her neighborhood’s corner store, the first thing that came across her mind was, “So his skin really is that damn good!?’’

 A/N: Okay I haven’t written a fic since I was a freshman so clearly, I suck. However, enjoy this first chapter since I really liked the plot I came up for the story, which will be filled with slow burn lol. Also, this is a slight au because I aged up the characters to fit with the comeback for ‘GO’ because it seemed to fit better than me writing abt minors which is weird. So please don’t come for my ass bc this is not gonna be rated R lol.

also please leave a message or heart if you want to see more of this story!

  Chapter 1: The night the moon said hello

 “Because it was raining/ I thought of you/ Because I thought of you/ I was like that/ It didn't mean anything/I hide under an umbrella/And pass by your house/Because I wanted to feel/The emotions of the old days again.”

-     Heize, you, clouds, rain

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It would be an understatement to state that you wouldn’t have expressed the typical reaction any fan in your school would display if the – rather abrupt announcement that an idol group would be having a comeback this week should

provoke in you. However, it was clearly disregarded with a flushed expression, e by the rushed and thrilled whispers amongst your classmates, all visibly excited at the thoughts of seeing their handsome idols potentially holding a concert at your school. No, in fact you had almost damn near cracked the screen of your phone as you couldn’t believe the news that NCT’s subunit, NCT Dream, was having one of the, if not most talked about comeback in not only your school, but on the online forums as well.

NCT Dream, one of the newer idol boy groups in the industry, had been gaining a steady incline of popularity in their home country and globally. With the recent release of teasers for their new title track, “GO”, the group seemed to be a hot topic of conversation around you in class that morning.

Opening your backpack and reaching inside to gather your notebook and writing materials for the lecture your teacher would be giving over European monarchs for History class, you were temporarily halted by a small hand placed upon the top of your desk to gather your attention. Tearing your eyes away from the endless junk in your bag, your eyes trailed the arm of the person who distracted you, only to be face to face with your friend, Sunhye.

Face showing an obvious mirth with the small grin of her pastel coral painted lips, Sunhye greeted you with a bright, “Morning!” as you nodded in response, too tired to speak.

“Hey, pretty sure the news must have hit you by now. Don’t you think it’s awesome that NCT Dream is coming out with a new release? Jeno’s teaser was released today and I swear my heart really decided to fall out of my chest.” A hand was splayed across her chest while continuing,” Like, seeing him in colored contacts made me feel some type of things that only he could do.”

The humorous declaration of her opinion of the teasers bought out a whole-hearted laugh, seeing as it was no surprise to you about her undying love for the idol.

“If I tell you that I preordered three albums with the very high chance, yes, I calculated it, of getting Jisung’s photocard and his special poster at four in the morning screaming at my computer when it wouldn’t take my card doesn’t convince you, then you do not know how much I invest into this group.”

“Ah, you mean there’s the possibility of you getting into the fan sign they’re having this week, right? Jesus, if you somehow get in not only will I be indentured to you, but I’ll make sure Jisung won’t ever forget your face when you talk to him.” Sunhye declared with a ‘thumbs up’ gesture towards you.

“Sunhye,” you started, while smiling at the thought of meeting Dream happening. Fantasizing the thought of seeing the members and thanking them for everything they have done since debut, while holding hands or other silly things the idols would be sure to do as fan service brought about a chuckle within. Not only that, but the chance to see your idol in person was almost like taking a chance at winning the lottery- a rare chance that only a privileged group of individuals had the opportunity to do so, bringing forward a sense of anxiety and you wondered if you would even be selected when they announced the numbers that would be drawn for those who could attend the event. It was nerve-wracking. “Tonight, when you spend the night over at my house we might need to do a prayer that one of us gets drawn. If we don’t, we both might never see them at all.”

She called out your name with a sigh of exasperation, “Of course we will dummy, don’t you know how good my luck is with these things? I know we’ll both go-that’s a given. In fact,” she paused to pull out a crumpled bill of $20 and threw it at you to catch. An unspoken question of where she was going with this reflected in your eyes. “Twenty bucks says that you’ll see the love of your life before that and boom! Fate binds you two together.” With that, she gives a wave of departure and heads out your classroom when the bell rings, signaling the start of first period.

Looking at the monetary paper that was held in your palm, you could only scoff sarcastically that you would bump into Jisung, a popular idol, of all people in the streets. Yeah, the off chance that I would meet him only sounds like the cliché plotline of every drama airing right now-mhm, totally happening.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your teacher came into the classroom, beginning to write important notes about the topic today. Looking at the time on your phone, you became focused at the front of the classroom, easily forgetting the conversation you had moments before.

-

You waited at the front of the school, leaning against the rough surface of the gate for Sunhye as she had a student council meeting after school, and told you to wait for her when she was finished. With a long drawn out moan, you pulled up one of your social media apps, and began scrolling lazily on the screen to make the time go faster, skimming the posts from your online friends, and other accounts you followed. Eventually, your thumb halted on the screen as you read the words on the screen, absorbing the news that the music video for ‘GO’ would be released two days from now. Ah, you think, guess I’m staying up late again and skipping on homework.

Clicking the side of your phone to lock it, you heard footsteps heading your way. Raising your head up, Sunhye had stopped in front of you, honey brown hair moving around her from the light breeze of the afternoon.

“Sorry I’m late, student council discussed the upcoming schedule for the upcoming festival for the class we’re having next month,” she said quickly while adjusting the straps of her backpack on her shoulders.” I didn’t expect it to go on for that long, though. Can you forgive me?” she questioned softly, expecting you to respond negatively.

“I don’t mind Sun, it doesn’t bother me since we’re friends. However, I really can’t stand hanging around here any longer, so let’s starting heading to my house and we can do some homework. After that, we can put some sheet masks on and order some takeout because the new episode of our drama came out today.”

“All right, let’s get to it!” Sunhye says, linking her arm with you as the both of you walk back to your home, animatedly chatting about different things while the sun began its descent in the horizon.

-

 It was already nine when you and Sunhye were sprawled all over your king size bed, accommodating the two of you, with more room to spare while watching the newest episode of the new drama that was a new obsession in your lives.

“Ugh- can she really be that dense? This girl clearly has no idea that the second lead is scientifically more fit to be with her. I mean-c’mon! He’s been with her since the beginning, even while she’s been hung up on the main who’s just an egotistical maniac. I swear, the script writers have no clue how to write a story.” Sunhye says with a mouthful of a hot wing, glaring at the television screen in front of her.

“As clueless as she is, I have a feeling she’ll realize that the other guy is the one she should focus on, not because she lost her chance with-what’s his name Minwoo? But because of everything they’ve been through. Hell, wasn’t the last episode showing a scene where she was thinking of him, while she was alone with Minwoo? Tsk- I don’t get this romance trope.” You rolled your eyes, looking at the preview for the next episode with disinterest, momentarily distracted by the sound of your stomach asking for more food.

A glance at the now empty box of wings the two of you ordered, and the whimpers Sunhye threw around claiming she was still hungry- only to ask her what, to which she responded with, “Ramen.” As ridiculous the request was, you had to agree you were craving that the sodium packed snack was a pretty good meal right about now.

Grabbing your baby blue jacket that hung on your chair by your bed you slipped it on, then proceeded slipping on your sliders. Standing, you went and grabbed your wallet and phone heading out towards the front of the door, letting Sunhye know that you were heading to the convenience store to grab ramen and a few other snacks, while she told you to be safe as she turned up the volume of a song that was on her playlist, unable to hear you closing the door.

The moon cascaded a soft light across the sky, illuminating your surroundings as you walked the ten-minute tread towards the store. Walking at a comfortable place, your mind went back to the conversation you had in the morning with Sunhye about meeting NCT Dream. It really would be insane if I magically ended up meeting Jisung out in the open, you thought, a smirk rising across your lips. As if, idols don’t just head out at night where they could easily be trampled by crazy fans.

Looking ahead, you realized you had reached your destination, grabbing the handle of the door and making your way inside, greeted by the cashier who was on his phone, tired and not particularly caring about the customers entering. Oh well, I would be the same, you thought to yourself, now thinking about getting the items you came here for.

 After grabbing the ramen, you decided to head to the following isle, deciding to also purchase some sweets. Turning quickly before looking, you failed to notice a rather tall figure that was heading in your direction, effectively causing you to collide with the person’s chest rather forcefully and tripping on your own feet, falling. Everything happened so quickly because the next minute, you could feel the burning soreness on your back, and bright lights above you, wincing as you comprehended that you dropped your basket with your items.

Bringing a hand up to your face, you cursed under your breath, “What the hell? Asshole.”

Finally gaining a sense of awareness of your surroundings, you realized that a pair of large hands firmly gripped your shoulders was helping you up. Still annoyed about what happened, ready to let this bastard have a piece of your mind when you looked up, and suddenly your argument died in your throat before you could even utter a word.

You must have been dreaming. There was no way this was possible. Did you hit your head too hard and now you were hallucinating, or was it lucid dreaming?

Whatever was going on wouldn’t explain why an NCT member was right in front of you, with a grey oversized hoodie pulled over a beanie, black joggers, and a face mask covering half of the man’s face, looking at you with such an unreadable expression that you couldn’t help but wonder if he was concerned that you busted your back on the floor, or that you discovered his identity that he was an idol.

“Uh, are you J-Jisung?’, you whispered to him, more to yourself, thinking this was still part of your dream.

Now guess you owed $20 to Sun.

Well, the answer to your previous thought was the latter because the moment you spoke those words, the man visibly paled, his grip on you tightening.

The unnamed man’s eyes hardened because his response was a forceful, “Are you ridiculous? You bumped into me and asked a question as stupid as that? You should be apologizing for getting in my way- I don’t have time for this I have to be somewhere,” was the final response-cold- by the masked man as he pushed past you and paid for his items, quickly leaving the store as he got on a bike and pedaled in a direction where you lost track of him.

Still shocked from what just happened, you wordlessly picked up your basket, slowly trudging towards the cashier, not recognizing the concern etched across the young man’s face asking you if you were all right. Ignoring his question, you payed for your things, grabbing the plastic bag and headed back towards your neighborhood.

You felt numb. Cold, was what the temperature had dropped to. Many questions had fumbled inside your head, while the thumping of your heartbeat blocked all other noises, pounding loudly in your eardrums.

Unbeknownst to you, clouds had started to cover the light of the moon, making it harder to see in which direction you were walking. Not walking fast enough, you were caught under the sprinkle of a nightly shower of ran that increased the closer you were to the house.

That’s right, the weather did say it would rain-just my luck.

Drenched and anxious you slammed the door open, slides sloshing due to the water in them and dropping the bag on the kitchen table.

Sunhye ran out you room, hearing the slam saw your current state and headed towards you. “Oh my god! W-why are you soaking wet? What happened while you were gone?” Sun said, tone raised due to her panic.

“I owe you twenty bucks, Sun.”

“Why are you saying that there’s more important things to worry abou-wait. What!?” She screamed. She called out your name when you didn’t give her a response.

“I bumped into him, Sun. Quite literally too, I think I’ll have bruises on my back for a couple of days.” You said bitterly, looking down at your feet.

“You’re telling me you met Jisung? He’s your dream guy, shouldn’t you be – I don’t know happy?’ she questioned.

“Yeah, not anymore.”

“Why?”

“The dude’s an asshole Sunhye, I can’t believe the jerk walked out without apologizing! He pushed past me without so much as acknowledging his fault.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Sunhye softly said, feeling sympathetic to your incident.

“I don’t want to see him anymore, I’m done being his fan.”

Making eye contact with Sunhye, you realized she was holding something back from you, unwilling to tell you it.

“What aren’t you telling me Sun?”

She sighed, nervously biting her nail, a habit since the two of you were in middle school. Her lack of response, made you wonder what was going on, as she was acting rather unlike herself.

Unlocking her phone, she swiped around until she found an email and put it in your hand. “Read it.” She said in a whisper, worried it would slice through the quiet air.

 Peering at the screen you felt a burning agitation in your stomach, anger and sadness seeming to seethe from your pores, as you read the message:

 “Congratulations! This is SM Entertainment and we would like to announce that your purchase of (2) NCT Dream “Empathy” Albums #23746 and #23742 have been drawn as participants to attend the ‘GO” fan sign on Thursday March 22, 2018. Thank you for supporting NCT and we hope to see you soon!

To confirm your attendance, information and instructions regarding the fan sign will be sent in the following email shortly.”

 Guess this meant that fate really did work, but not in your favor.

[thedaughterofkings]

the one I want

Finished for Sterekweek ‘17 Days Four and Five: Mates and Lyrics&Quotes, though it was originally started for Solstice, the Sterek charity zine! Check it out, preorders start in November and you don’t want to miss that!

I ended up submitting another fic for the zine, so now you get to enjoy 2.1k of a soulmate AU with soulsongs!

We’re soaring, flying, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach…

“If we’re trying, so we’re breaking free,” Derek sings under his breath while brushing his teeth and chokes on his toothpaste when Laura suddenly speaks up behind him:

“High School Musical? Really, little bro?”

“Shut up, Laura,” Derek croaks and slams the door in her face.

His soulmate is either a twelve year old girl or hates him. They’ve been singing nothing but High School Musical for days and Derek is going out of his mind. Sure, his mum gets misty eyed whenever he starts singing, talking about “soul songs” and how lucky he is to have a soulmate close enough to hear his heart song, but Derek has some serious doubts about this soulmate business if it makes him belt out Get’cha Head in the Game in the middle of the basketball court. How strong the urge is to sing along with your soulmate out loud supposedly depends on how close you are to them, but Derek couldn’t find anyone who looked like they were currently singing High School Musical in the crowd, so not even embarrassing himself in front of most of the school got him any closer to finding out who his soulmate is.

Derek wants to find them so he can wring their neck, not because he’s “secretly a romantic marshmallow at heart”, no matter what Laura says.

Until he can get his revenge in person, though, he’s going to put on some speed metal on the way to school and yell along in the car. If there’s any good in the world his soulmate will be taking the bus to school and be forced to screech along with him.

Derek never claimed to be a good person and he’s getting really fed up with High School Musical.

~*~

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy...

“But here’s my number, so call me maybe,” Derek says through clenched teeth and the barista laughs at him.

“I don’t go for jailbait, kid, but here’s your coffee and call me maybe in five years,” he says and Derek snatches his coffee and hurries out of the café with his face burning hotly.

This stupid song has been stuck in his head for weeks, thanks to everyone and their mother - including his soulmate - singing it. Mostly Derek has been able to ignore the urge to sing along - other than proximity, enthusiasm is the most important factor when it comes to soulsongs. If you just hum a song under your breath, your soulmate probably won’t even hear it. If you sing along to something on the radio and are separated by a couple of blocks, your soulmate is probably going to hear it and be filled with a slight urge to sing along, but that urge is nothing you can’t resist. But just as the urge gets stronger the closer two soulmates are, it also grows with the enthusiasm of the singer. So for Derek not being able to resist the push of the soulsong, his soulmate has to be either around the corner or belting out Carly Rae Jepsen as if his life depends on it.

Yes, his. Derek can’t know for sure until he meets him, but occasionally he can hear an actual voice singing their soulsong and he’s pretty sure it’s male. Laura’s romance novels - which Derek reads for research, really! - always read that as a sign for an especially strong connection, but Derek isn’t sure how reliable they really are. An awful lot of Lairds and Ladies discover that their soulmate has been the stable boy all along in those novels, and that just doesn’t seem statistically probable. But still, Derek’s soulmate is almost definitely male and quite probably near him singing Carly Rae Jepsen.

So Derek quickly looks around to make sure no one is near him and then starts singing himself:

“Shut up, just shut up, shut up!”

Singing a Black Eyed Peas song that will have him declare himself “crazayyyyy for tryin’ to be your ladyyyy” in just a few lines might not be the best choice, but Derek hopes that it’ll get his opinion on Carly Rae Jepsen’s telephone struggles across nevertheless.

~*~

Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven. Will it be the same, if I saw you in heaven …

Derek bites his lip and looks around automatically, hoping to see someone singing Eric Clapton, but everyone seems to be deep in conversation with someone else. Out of the corner of his eye he thinks he sees one of Cora’s classmates leave the cafeteria, but he’s gone too quickly for Derek to check whether he might have been singing.

His soulmate had sounded so sad and while he’s mostly been a giant pain in Derek’s ass so far, he feels as though he has to do something to help. That’s hard to do without knowing what’s wrong, though, or even what’s wrong with whom, as he’s still no closer to finding out who his soulmate is. There’s no way to comfort his soulmate physically, but there’s one thing Derek can do:

“Don't give up 'Cause you have friends. Don't give up You're not beaten yet. Don't give up I know you can make it good.”

~*~

Took her bowling in the arcade We went strolling, drank lemonade...

Laura has declared the week ‘Grease week’ and it’s all they’ve been watching and listening to for three days and Derek doesn’t even mind. Summer Nights in particular has been stuck in his head and he’s singing it under his breath on his cooling down walk home after his daily run through the preserve. As he’s alone he’s doing both parts to the best of his ability, but when he sings the next lines, a different voice answers him.

“We made out under the dock-” Derek sings and the new voice continues:

“- we stayed out 'til ten o'clock. Summer fling, don't mean a thing, But ah, oh, those summer nights.”

Derek whirls around and sees a guy who looks vaguely familiar. He’s got messy brown hair, laughing light brown eyes, and dark moles scattered all over his pale skin. Derek is pretty sure he’s one of Cora’s classmates. He thinks he knows him actually - it’s Sheriff Stilinski’s son, if Derek is not mistaken, Stiles.

“Dude, Grease!” Stiles says, grinning widely, and Derek automatically retorts: “Don’t call me ‘Dude’.”

“What should I call you then?” Stiles asks, unperturbed, and Derek suddenly develops a coughing fit because - was that flirting? It’s not unheard of - they are not the Victorians after all, obsessed with keeping all contact between anyone but mates or family to a very decorous minimum. There’s no guarantee to hear your soulsong and find your soulmate, so of course people flirt, hoping to find a partner nevertheless. But Derek has been hearing his soulsong for most of his life, and it just hadn’t felt right to go look for anyone but his soulmate. So he’d just awkwardly glowered whenever someone had tried to approach him and eventually people stopped trying. But that means his first hand knowledge of flirting comes from Laura’s romance novels and again, Lairds and Ladies are not the most realistic example to model your experiences on. So Derek just offers his names slightly hesitantly:

“Derek? I mean, I’m Derek, Derek Hale.”

“Oh, you are Cora’s brother!” Stiles exclaims and sticks his hand out for a fist bump that Derek returns, increasingly bewildered. “I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski, and we should totally sing Grease together!”

Derek manages to hold back the automatic “I know” in reaction to Stiles offering his name, but instead he blurts: “We should?” which really isn’t much smoother.

“Yes, we should!” Stiles insist and starts: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast-”

He looks at Derek expectantly and Derek just can’t resist those puppy dog eyes (and the insistent voice in the back of his head saying how familiar Stiles’ voice sounds despite Derek never having heard it before): “Summer lovin’, happened so fast-”

Stiles cheers and continues with a wink: “I met a boy crazy for me-”

Derek can feel his cheeks growing hot and his voice is slightly hoarse on the next line: “I met a boy, cute as can be-”

This time it’s Stiles’ turn to blush and duck his head and Derek’s voice comes steadier again as they join up on the next lines:

Summer days driftin' away, To uh - oh those summer nights…

~*~

I'm walking on sunshine (Wow!) And don't it feel good!

“So happy, dear bro?” Laura sticks her head into Derek’s room with a grin and laughs when Derek falls off his bed. He’d been jumping around and singing along with his soulmate until Laura interrupted him and not even lying on his back like a turtle can wipe the grin off his face. His soulmate has been happy, happier than happy, singing joyful songs in a voice that is feeling more familiar every day.

Derek has been spending more time with Stiles lately, Stiles joining him on his daily runs regularly, but also seeking out Derek in school for lunch or in between classes. He is always singing, an eclectic mix of Disney songs and eighties power ballads and whatever's top of the charts right now. Derek mostly rolls his eyes at Stiles’ antics (it comes without saying that Stiles’ renditions always have to include a full blown choreography), but sometimes he retaliates with musical theatre, symphonic metal, and on one very memorable occasion with a perfect rendition of the fresh Prince of Bel Air.

That night his soulsong is full of kings and princes and thrones and “chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool” and Derek just knows who his soulmate is, but at the same time he doesn’t know. Not for sure. It might all still be a remarkable coincidence. Not very likely, but possible and Derek can’t take the chance. So he’s going to - as Laura likes to tell him - put on his big boy pants and sing his soulsong and hope it’ll be answered. Tomorrow. Tonight he’s going to sing happy songs in his room and hope his soulmate hears them, too.

Because I’m happy …

~*~

I got chills they're multiplying And I'm losing control 'Cause the power you're supplying It's electrifying…

Derek is in the forest, waiting for Stiles, and singing his soulsong. There’s a difference between simply singing and singing your soulsong. The latter depends on intent and belief and hope. The intent to promise yourself to another, the belief that you’ve found them, and the hope that they feel the same. Singing your soulsong gives your soulmate a choice: to accept or to reject - but ignoring it is not an option. So Derek hopes to hear his soulsong returned - by Stiles of course.

“You better shape up, 'cause I need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up, you better understand To my heart I must be true-”

Stiles does not just sing the next lines - Stiles does all the jumps and twirls and shimmies Sandy does and even a cops a feel. There’s a pronounced blush on his cheeks, but it seems to have been caused by delight rather than anger, and Derek feels the ball of icy anxiety in his belly melt. His soulmate is Stiles, that much is clear, the only thing that remains in question is what Stiles’ answer is going to be. But Derek has a hunch what it might be:

“Nothing left, nothing left for me to do-”

Stiles winks and sings one last line:

“You're the one that I want!”

Then he throws himself at Derek in an exuberant hug that sends them both to the forest floor. The impact knocks the breath out of Derek but Stiles’ face close to his, bright with joy and framed by leaves caught in his hair, more than makes up for it. Stiles settles in more comfortably on top of Derek and grins down at him. Derek swallows and asks, still slightly breathless:

“Is that your answer?”

Stiles smirks and whispers:

“You are the one I want, Derek Hale.”

And then he ducks his head down for a kiss that first knocks their teeth together painfully, but gentles when Derek curves one hand around the back of Stiles’ head and slightly tugs until their mouths fit together perfectly. Stiles sinks more heavily into Derek’s embrace and Derek wraps his other arm around Stiles’ waist securely and loses himself in the kiss.

In his head, their soulsong continues:

Oo-oo-oo, honey The one that I want You are the one I want

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