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i knew you (Bucky Barnes soulmate AU) -- part one

I know, I know. I just finished a story and I started another one and now I’m posting a different one...I’m insane. But I’ve had this idea for a while, just never wrote it down until last night! Enjoy xx.

Also! It’s Bucky x Reader, but it might read as Steve x Reader. I promise it’s platonic!Steve x Reader, though. Steve has no intentions of stealing Bucky’s girl. He knows Bucky would haunt his ass if he did (this is set in The Winter Soldier movie, so Steve still thinks Buck is dead).

Warnings: just some general sadness and angst, mentions of depression, it’s angst city honestly it made me cry

You watch as the old footage replays of Bucky’s wide grin. The only kind of smile that his best friend, Steve Rogers, could draw out of him with one single look or gesture. The only kind of expression that knocks the wind out of your lungs and sends chills down your spine.

“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable both on schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.”

You hastily wipe a tear away. It’s been months since you put the pieces together. Months since your parents told you that they had known for years. Months since they told you they didn’t want to tell you because they didn’t want to see you hurt. 

Months since you’ve realized the man you keep seeing in your dreams is Bucky Barnes.

At first, you thought you were crazy. People dream of faces they’ve never seen all the time, right? 

Soulmates are said to be rare, but not nonexistent. You’ve always thought they were real, just that the world was so cynical to really talk about them. The idea that there is one person out there whose soul is connected to yours is exactly the kind of thing that would send this generation walking the other direction with their middle fingers raised and eyes rolling in disbelief.

Then you started remembering your dreams. You started to see his face more clearly. Granted, you had no idea it was Bucky that you were seeing. 

You came to the Smithsonian almost half a year ago now with your best friend. She realized you both had never been before, and she basically said fuck it one day and took you with her. Her exact words were, “How have we gone to college here for a year and a half and we’ve never been to the damn Smithsonian?”

You weren’t expecting to meet your soulmate that day. 

Of course, you use the word “meet” very loosely. Your soulmate isn’t alive, which explains the emptiness you feel on a daily. It’s been said that soulmates can feel what the other is feeling. Often times it’s muted, but recognizable. 

You got to see his face, to finally realize that it’s Bucky. The Bucky Barnes. 

It sounds ridiculous — and God, you love your best friend for not calling you pathetic that day — but when you walked up to the very exhibit you’re standing at right now and saw Bucky’s smile...you knew. Instantly, you knew. And it moved you to tears.

It was like your soul had finally found her counterpart, here, grinning like a madman next to his best friend, all the way back in the 1940s. 

Your parents knew simply because of things you would say, offhandedly, without even realizing it. 

Your interest in WWII caught their attention, but it surprisingly didn’t last long -- only from about the time that you turned thirteen to a few months before your fourteenth birthday. You would’ve found Bucky a lot sooner had your interest in the war itself lasted much longer, but it didn’t. You wonder now if you subconsciously knew it was Bucky, but steered yourself away from it in an attempt to save yourself the heartache at such a young age. 

Your taste in music has been the constant that they didn’t quite understand at first. You listen to modern tunes, sure, but you’re a sucker for the music of the 40s. Even clothes. You sometimes found yourself leaning toward the styles of the 40s in subtle ways, not realizing it. 

The true confirmation of their suspicions came, though, when your mom said she heard you say Bucky’s name. The first time was on a road trip. You had fallen asleep in the car. You were sixteen at the time. You were dreaming and you have no recollection of ever saying his name. You weren’t even aware that you said his name while you were dreaming until she confessed that day.

You haven’t told anyone about it. Your best friend doesn’t even know. She still believes you got too excited about seeing Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, that’s all. She doesn’t know the real reason, the real aching pain that you feel every day. 

The only thing that eases the ache is this. Hogging this exhibit. Watching the footage over and over again. Watching Bucky’s smile and being unable to hold back your own, despite your tears.

You know the staff must think you’re delusional. Somehow you haven’t cared enough to entertain the thought. But you have seen the security guard give you strange looks when you walk in almost every other day.

It used to not be this bad. You came every day for a few weeks, but then you were able to calm down to once a week, sometimes twice a month, if you were too busy with school to think about Bucky much.

But lately, something has changed. You don’t know what it is. You still feel the emptiness, but something is different. It’s...troubled. That’s all your mind can come up with.

It makes no sense, though. How can Bucky be troubled? He’s dead. You believe in ghosts and all -- you’ve never been given a reason not to -- but you’ve heard more stories than you can count from people whose soulmate has died. They all say the same thing. They felt it when it happened. Because it was like a switch was flipped. They were feeling everything one moment, and the next, it was all gone. Empty.

Empty. How you’ve felt since the day you were born. You’ve been to therapists and they all told you the same thing. It’s just your thinking. Change your thinking processes. You’ve never slipped or spiraled far enough for it to be classified as a depressive disorder or anything else, just...empty.

When you found out about having a soulmate, and even more so when you found out it was Bucky, you still felt empty, but not as much. It was like everything suddenly made perfect sense. The emptiness had a purpose, a reason for existing.

When you see him smile, everything makes perfect sense. You feel like you have a reason to exist.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You slowly drag your eyes away from Bucky, preparing yourself to deal with a disgruntled museum-goer or staff member complaining about how long you’ve been standing here. But that’s not who you see.

He’s wearing a hat, but the resemblance is unmistakable.

Quickly, you glance at the video before looking back to the person beside you. That’s him. Steve Rogers.

“Hi,” you say hesitantly, quietly. He’s obviously hiding, which he is right to do. If anyone got wind of Steve Rogers walking around here, there would be mass chaos.

“Hey,” he replies just as quiet. “Um...Wanna get a coffee?”

You have no idea why he’s asking, but you nod anyway. Who would say no to coffee with Captain America?

Outside the Smithsonian and down the block, you bring Steve to your favorite spot to get coffee. Your best friend turned you onto it when you first got here for college, and you’ve gone here weekly ever since.

After grabbing your coffees, you pick a table far enough away from everyone else on the patio to talk without anyone listening in.

“So, uh…” Steve exhales, shifting in his seat. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you shrug, holding onto your cup with both hands. “Why did you ask me to get coffee?”

“You looked familiar,” Steve says, slowly. “What’s your full name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Y/N L/N. Why?”

“Y/N…” Steve mutters under his breath, a crooked smile crossing his face. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Huh?”

“Bucky used to talk to me about you,” Steve continues, and you swear your heart stops. “He had me draw pictures of you. He couldn’t draw for crap, but he kept describing you to me from his dreams. I’ve drawn so many I’d recognize your face anywhere.”

“He dreamt about me?” You whisper. “Really?”

“All the time,” Steve nods, smiling sadly. “So you’re his soulmate?”

“I guess,” you say. “My mom says I used to say his name in my sleep all the time. I dreamt of his face, too, but I never knew it was him. Until my friend took me to the exhibit a few months ago.” You pause. “It sounds stupid. But seeing him there makes me feel...better.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says suddenly. “It can’t be easy being born in a completely different generation.”

You smile softly. “Thank you. I’m sorry, too. I can’t imagine how hard it is to still be here after all this time. And without your best friend, too.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t been easy,” Steve admits. “But thanks. I appreciate it.”

“If it’s not too much to ask,” you begin, pausing to think about if you’re going to regret this. “Would you tell me about him? Just anything. It doesn’t have to be anything profound, just...anything you want to talk about. But if it’s too hard, don’t worry about it.” You wave your hands in front of your face, already preparing yourself for Steve to politely turn you down.

But he doesn’t.

“Bucky, he…” Steve pauses, shaking his head. “He was a lot wealthier than me back in the 40s. I had no business acting the way I did, picking fights with people three times my size, but I still did it. And Bucky was always there to pick me up off the ground and give me a ride back home.”

“Yeah?” You chuckle. “You used to be super skinny, right?”

“I was really sick, actually. Bucky had every reason to treat me like anyone else, but he never did. We grew up together -- though I used to joke that he grew up. I stayed the same size. But he never made fun of me for it.”

You can’t help but grin. “That video in the museum -- his smile. I see it in my dreams all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah that was Bucky’s signature grin. He could give any woman that smile and they were his.”

“I can see why,” you admit quietly, averting your eyes when Steve raises his eyebrows. You change subjects, not wanting to talk about how attractive you find Steve’s dead best friend -- despite him being your soulmate. “What was his favorite thing to eat for breakfast?”

Steve takes the bait, and for the next four hours, the two of you sit on the patio, talking about Bucky Barnes. 

His favorite color? Your eyes. Which you think is a little ridiculous, but Steve swears it’s the truth.

His favorite thing to do? Go dancing. Hands down.

His favorite thing to talk about? You. Again, you give Steve a stern look, and again, he swears it’s true. But when he wasn’t talking about you, Steve says Bucky talked a lot about the future. He was an optimist. Steve has no idea how, but Bucky always saw the brightest side.

Bucky was kind. Kinder than a lot of men his age, at the time. He had that blinding smile and instead of hiding it and going for the mysterious, brooding attitude, he chose to smile as much as he could, to anyone who looked like they needed it.

Realizing that the sun is beginning to go down, Steve decides to get you home.

“It’s alright, I can walk,” you tell him, feeling high on everything Bucky. “It’s just up here. I go to college here.”

“At least let me walk you to the campus,” Steve offers.

You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Bucky would kill me if I let his girl walk home alone. Especially when it’s getting dark.”

“Fine,” you cave. Hearing Steve refer to you as “Bucky’s girl” sends chills down your spine -- the good kind of chills. The kind that makes you wish it was the 1940s. The kind that makes you wish Bucky was here, holding your hand, walking you home.

Once you reach campus (you decide to let Steve walk you all the way to your dorm building), you ask Steve the question you’ve been wondering about ever since you first saw Bucky in the museum.

“Hey Steve?”

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Steve turns his head toward you. “Yeah?”

“If this was the 40s...do you-- Do you think I’m the kind of girl Bucky would want?”

Steve’s steps falter. You slow your pace to match his until you’re both stopped, looking at one another.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Yes,” Steve says simply. “Yeah. I do. I know for a fact he would’ve torn down every building until he found you. Because he tried.”

Your breath hitches. Deep down, you had convinced yourself that you weren’t the kind of girl Bucky would want. Not that it’s your fault because you were born this side of the millennium. But to hear Steve tell you otherwise makes you freeze.

“What?”

“Bucky didn’t have me sketch you because he wanted me to practice my drawing. He did it because he wanted to see a picture of you. Something he could keep in his wallet and look at every night. He was a ladies man, yeah, but every single one...he wanted them to be you. But they never were.” Steve shakes his head. “It really tore him up, that he never found you. He still held out hope, though. Until the very last second.”

Tears have sprung to your eyes before you even realize it. 

“Before he fell, he--” Steve pauses. “He told me to promise that I’d find you. I guess I kept my promise after all.”

He looks up to see the tears in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks. Without a single word, Steve pulls you into his chest, and without hesitation, you let yourself cry.

He’s not Bucky. And you’ll never find your Bucky, but he’s close enough. Steve promised Bucky that he’d find you, and he kept that promise. Now he’s going to do everything in his power to keep you safe.

Because he knows for a fact Bucky would’ve wanted that, too.

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Hoshi {CH}

Kwon soonyoung x Reader

Romance, Royal!AU, Barista!AU

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The fact was that in the kingdom of Altaria the people weren't to sure on who their prince was exactly. A thing that most certainly sounds strange seeing as he was supposed to rule them in the, well, quite near future. But, to protect his privacy, the king and his men tried to keep him out of the media as much as they could.

No one was sure how they managed to do that exactly; keep one of the most important people in the world a secret.

Everyone had different theories on the subject.

Some people went with the story that the prince deserved his privacy just as much as everyone else did. After all, the prince was just a human like everyone else. He needed his space just as much and it’d be rude an inhumane for everything he does to be in the media.

Others believed the prince was mentally unstable and would not be able to ever rule the country, so the royals thought leaving him out completely would be easier.

And there were even people who were certain their country didn't have an heir. That prince Kwon Soonyoung was just made up in order for the people of Altaria not to panic about what would happen after their beloved king would give up his title as king.

Prince Soonyoung however, did very much exist. He used to hate that the media barely spoke of him, that everything about him was kept secret.

That's why he loved going to one of the other twelve countries of Pledis. Where they did speak of him, they did add him to articles about the Pledis royals, they did know of him. They might barely have any pictures of the handsome young man, but they surely didn’t deny his existence. That's also why some Altarian people did know they had a prince, though they probably wouldn't recognise him if they ever saw him. On the other hand, who would ever expect to meet a prince outside a castle?

Now however, prince Soonyoung found peace with the whole non-existence thing. He lowkey loved it if he had to be honest about it. Not because his subjects thought he was mental, but because this meant he could go wherever he wanted without drawing too much attention. It meant he could go out, secretly of course,  his butler Minsu would never let him go unguarded if he knew.

The prince had seen more of his country than he would have if the people had known who he was. He could find every store in the capital city even if he'd have his eyes closed. Especially his favorite place to go: a small coffee shop hidden in the center of town. You wouldn't see it if you weren't looking for it. And in that coffee shop there was another reason, his favorite reason, why he didn't mind not being all over the media.

You.

That pretty and wonderful barista that worked there pretty much all the time. He got flustered whenever you smiled, and his heart fluttered whenever you spoke. Even though he only knew your name because of your nameplate, and you only knew his because you wrote it on the coffee cup every day.

And the name you knew wasn't even his actual name.

Hoshi. That was the first thing that came to mind when you asked him for the name you had to write down. You were afraid you had spelled it wrong, but for all he cared anything would have been perfect. He wasn't planning on keeping it, it was a name that didn't even sound real. But you had remembered him as he walked in the second time;

“By your pretty eyes.” you had told him, a bright smile on your face “I wouldn't forget those, Hoshi.”

And so he kept the name. And it worked, it suited him.

Kwon Soonyoung, the serious crown prince who worked hard to satisfy his people's needs, and Hoshi, the regular guy who drank way to much coffee just so he could speak to that wonderful girl.

Minsu, his butler, didn't know about this. Of course Soonyoung kept it quiet; he hated the lectures Minsu gave him all the time and this scandal would be one hell of a lecture. This did raise some questions; Minsu kept asking where Soonyoung went or what he did in his spare time. But Soonyoung would never tell. He always came with some lame excuse, or changed the subject to something else.

“When was that meeting again Minsu?” Soonyoung asked while walking down the hall, cup of coffee in his hand, name turned into his palm, followed by Minsu. He didn't at all want to talk about the meeting, he already knew when and where it was and everything was taken care of and ready to go. He only started this boring conversation to get his butler to talk about something other than the whole ‘you cannot just disappear without people knowing where you are, and you know that whatever you're doing is wrong’ conversation they'd had a million times now.

“In an hour, your highness. I hope you prepared well?”

Soonyoung touched the note that he wrote at the coffee shop, containing everything he had to discuss at the meeting, in his pocket “I have, yes.”

Minsu seemed to have forgotten he was in the middle of a lecture and made a satisfied sound “Very good. I'm sure you'll do marvellous.”

Though everything always went perfect and prince Soonyoung always finished what he was supposed to do in time, Minsu was worried. He knew his prince took his duty seriously, but Soonyoung didn't seem very serious about it. Goofing around, acting like whatever it was that he did was more important than what he was supposed to do.

“But the castle is boring…” the prince cried out every time Minsu tried to discuss the matter “There's nothing I can do here and, seeing as I don't do anything public, I barely even get any work. I just sit around and do nothing all day.”

“I don't see you do nothing all day sir. At least not in your room.” Minsu had pointed out, something that made prince Soonyoung sigh.

“Can't you understand I go and look for exciting stuff then Minsu? Are you really that prim?” he pouted, dramatically falling backwards on his bed.

Prince Soonyoung of course understood why Minsu was so worried. And if he had to be honest, he was too. A little at least. He knew he did well and he knew he would do well in the future. But he was worried about, well, you. You had dug your way into prince Soonyoung his mind. Which meant that on most days he couldn't think about anything other than you. Your beautiful smile and gorgeous eyes were the only thing he saw whenever he closed his eyes. Which meant he wanted to close them as much as he could.

This desire he had, the desire to see you, had gotten quite out of hand. And before he knew it he found himself spending more and more time in the coffee shop, often buying two, or even three, cups of coffee just so he could see your smile from close by again. He wanted to spend time with you outside the coffee shop, preparing himself to ask you on a ‘date’ even though he wasn't quite sure what that meant exactly. But he was scared; surely you wouldn't want to go with him and he was afraid you would just laugh at how stupid he had been for thinking you would actually like that. A girl like you would never want to go out with a guy like Hoshi.

As his meeting that day ended, he immediately forgot what it had been about. His head set on you, determined to get coffee now that he had some spare time this evening. He tried to look normal as he walked his way to the front doors of the castle, he could already see them, getting ready to walk right through them on his way to you. A smile on his face as he thought of seeing you again today.

“Your highness,” a strict, urgent and loud, distant voice said. Prince Soonyoung looked around to see Minsu almost sprinting towards him, trying to make it look like he was just walking casually “might I ask where you are running off to?”

Soonyoung sighed deeply, trying to hide his disappointment. What was he supposed to say now? There went a perfect plan.

Minsu seemed content with himself for stopping the prince just before he could disappear into nowhere again. That is, until prince Soonyoung smiled his usual, charming smile.

“I was just going for walk in the gardens.” he made up, proud of himself for playing it off like this was nothing. This would get Minsu to leave and that would leave opportunity for Soonyoung to go to the shop anyway.

“And so you're walking through the front doors? My apologies your highness, but that does seem a bit strange.” Minsu frowned. And he was right; there were dozens of doors leading to the gardens, going through the front door would only make it extremely and unnecessarily complicated to get to the gardens since you couldn't really reach the gardens from there. It kind of didn't make sense to go through this door.

Luckily Soonyoung was good at making stuff up “Yeah, I wanted to try something new, you know? See how difficult it is exactly to get to the gardens through here.”

Minsu frowned “...right. Would you mind me walking along, your highness?”

For a second Soonyoung his mind went blank, eyebrows pulled up in confusion “Eh… yeah, sure. Of course you can come along…” he sighed trying not to let Minsu seem how annoyed he was exactly. Well, he had had coffee today already anyways. He'd just have to cope with Minsu right now, and wait until tomorrow.

“Maybe we could go out through a different door then, your highness? Not to ruin your plan or anything, just so we don't have to climb over any fences.” Minsu didn't even wait for prince Soonyoung’s answer before turning around, walking towards one of the other exits. Soonyoung knew Minsu would only talk about where Soonyoung ran off to all the time. A thing Soonyoung didn't want to talk about at all. He bit his lip as they approached the nearest door leading to the garden.

And then it hit him. He made a sound like he suddenly thought of something “Oh that's right,” he started, looking down trying to look disappointed “I just remembered I still haven't finished all my paperwork… You know what, why don't you go walk in the garden while I just finish that up?” he didn't give Minsu time to answer as he walked away as quickly as possible without looking like he was hurrying “Bye!”

Minsu decided to leave his prince alone that night, but as he tried to find him the day after the only thing he found was that Soonyoung had once again left the castle without permission. Even Minsu knew this was getting out of hand.

You tried not to get too excited as, your favorite customer, Hoshi, walked through the doors again. Every time you saw him, your heart skipped a beat.

Even now, though he had been a regular for months, his beauty still surprised you. You thought only celebrities could look as good as he did.

You greeted him with a smile and got behind the counter to take his order. Like always he ordered something complicated, smiling kind of nervously which made his eyes sparkle.

You started working on his order. The shop wasn't crowded at all, there was only one person besides him, a woman who came here almost everyday to work on her novel. This gave you opportunity to take a little while to prepare his order so he was near you a bit longer than usual. You didn't talk, but you felt his eyes burning in your back, making you blush bright red.

He cleared his throat as if he meant to say something, but didn't. You turned back to the counter, he was hanging over it a bit and quickly took a step back as he saw you turn. You took the marker from the counter and wrote his name, trying to write the letters as beautifully as you could, spending a little extra time drawing hearts and stars around them. You did that sometimes, with cups of customers you really liked, but you drew a little more hearts on Hoshi’s.

Hoshi smiled brightly as you handed him his cup, telling him how much he owed you. It seemed he was going to walk to a table as soon as he had paid, but he hesitated, looking around the shop as if he checked for anyone besides him.

And he did, normally after you took his order you turned to the next customer who was waiting for you to take their order. But the shop was empty, no one was waiting to order.

“Thanks for the nice things you always draw…” he started hesitantly. Since you had thought he was walking away already, you had turned around. But you turned back to face him after those kind words came from his mouth.

You tried to keep yourself from smiling and blushing too hard but couldn't help it “You're welcome.” you bit your lip “Thank you for coming by so much, today was going really slow. I was really hoping you'd hop by.”

He grinned, revealing a bright eye-smile “I really like the coffee here.”

You chuckled, was it weird to say you thought he looked positively adorable? His eyes squinted, lips curled up and cheeks puffy as he smiled at you.

He held up the coffee cup, his face looking a bit awkward again “Thanks again.” he said softly before sitting down at his usual table.

You got a napkin and started cleaning the counter, not that that was necessary, you just needed an excuse to look at Hoshi, he took a notebook and some papers from his bag. He always took those things out and started scribbling on both the lose papers and the notebook, sometimes turning his head to look at you, quickly turning it away whenever he saw you looking back.

You smiled at the thought of him looking at you. It made you wonder why he would, and why he would look away so flustered every time you caught him doing so. You were curious as to why he always had so much paperwork on him. It made you wonder what kind of profession he had. You thought only a lawyer or maybe teacher could have this much paperwork on him everyday. Working on a case, or grading his student's tests.

Or maybe, like the woman that was also in the shop, he was writing a novel, but on paper. And all the loose papers were his notes while he wrote in the notebook he had on him. You thought you should ask him some time. That would at least give you another excuse to talk to him.

Though you didn't think he looked like a shy person at all, he seemed nervous whenever he walked in here. You had never seen him outside the shop, which you thought was weird, seeing as you didn't live too far away and if he managed to come by this often he couldn't live that far away either. But you never saw him grocery shopping or just walking around town. Not that you looked out for him, of course, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Still you thought it was quite curious for a guy like him to never go out or something.

Maybe he had a busy job. Or maybe he had just moved to Altaria and was actually still looking for a job. Those papers could just as well be applications and now that you thought about it, he looked way too young to be neither a lawyer nor a teacher…

You stared mindlessly at the paperwork on his table as you kept wiping the counter, not noticing yet another customer walking in.

This whole stream of thought had given you an idea… you wondered what he would think of it.

When you got back to reality you saw him check his phone and sigh while looking up at the ceiling, as if he just got a very annoying text message from his mom. You watched him stand up and, though he usually order two, sometimes even three, cups of coffee, walk out of the shop, saying a quick goodbye to you.

It hadn't even been five minutes after Soonyoung sat down on his usual spot, before Minsu sent him a message saying he had to come home now. Even threatening him that if he wouldn't come home as soon as possible, he couldn't come along to Prince Jeonghan, of Aegiburg, his engagement party. A party he certainly did not want to miss.

So he got up and walked away, thinking he would just come back tomorrow.

But Minsu got smarter and more annoying in the process.

Prince Jeonghan's party was in a couple of days. And Minsu, who had realised this worked as a threat, used that against prince Soonyoung. Meaning that Soonyoung couldn't leave the castle without Minsu threatening him. This also meant Soonyoung couldn't get coffee, nor could he see you.

So he sat in his room, snarling at Minsu whenever he showed himself, doing his paperwork, reading some books, doodling on whatever he could find. He was bored out of his mind, only thinking of you and what you would think about him suddenly disappearing like that. But he reckoned you wouldn't even notice, let alone care about it.

The day after he got back from his time in Aegiburg he immediately made his way to the coffee shop. As soon as he woke up, before Minsu could say Soonyoung couldn't go to the wedding if he didn't say where he went. Though he couldn't possibly miss the wedding, that would give Altaria a bad reputation and he wouldn’t want to miss one of his best friend’s weddings.

Soonyoung’s heart raced within his chest as he saw your smile again. He got behind in the line to the counter, the shop was quite busy today. A thing that didn't surprise him seeing as it was a Wednesday morning. He pulled his mask a little higher over his nose, and his beanie a little further on his forehead. And just as it the person standing before him got to take his order, one of your colleagues took over so you could go clean some tables.

He ordered a cappuccino nonetheless and sat down on his usual spot. Because of the morning rush everyone ordered and left and Soonyoung himself didn't mean to stay long either. He just wanted to see you.

So he watched you as you cleaned the table next to his corner one. You only seemed to notice him and you went to clean the table he was sitting at.

“Hoshi!” the look on your face told him you hadn't meant to say his name this loud.

He greeted you as well, smiling his eye smile.

He had sat there for about twenty minutes, checking his phone, admiring you taking orders once again, before he got a message from Minsu. It wasn't a threat, it was merely a reminder about the meeting prince Soonyoung had later that morning.

Soonyoung sighed and looked up, his eyes met yours.

You had seated yourself in the chair across from his, your arms on the table holding a blank piece of paper. Or maybe there was something written on the back of it?

“Hi,” you said softly, you seemed to hesitate before pushing the sheet of paper towards Hoshi “We're hiring. In case you're interested…” after that you walked away.

Hoshi followed you with his eyes until you disappeared into a room in the back before he turned the sheet of paper around. It was an job application form with his name written at the top.

He looked up at the room you disappeared in in shock, folded the paper neatly, and put it in his breast pocket before walking out of the shop and back to the castle.

The fact he was considering to fill the form in concerned him. He was a prince, not a commoner.

Though, let's be honest, he just as well could have been...

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A Silver Lining (Steve Rogers X WOC Reader) Mobster AU

Summary: A free-spirited, independent barista at New York’s Dream Bean Coffee Shop gets the surprise of her life when Steve Rogers, targeted by mobs across the country for knowing the whereabouts of the infamous Bucky Barnes, comes in during closing time, exhausted and in need of coffee and company. Sparks fly and glances are exchanged. But she’s a barista with more secrets than Steve ever bargained for. 

Author’s Note: I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSSSS!!! Sorry, too excited, but this series is going to be great and very cute so I hope you enjoy it and like it. I did a WOC reader because there are not NEARLY enough of these stories so I wanted to break that and write this. And I love Tony Stark, but I needed a villain, I’m sorry! Steve Rogers is HOT, a universal fact I’m going to exploit in this story. Sorry it’s short, but it’s an intro and the other parts will be longer, tell me if you want more ;)

Please leave feedback! It means the world to me!

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension and slight angst

Word Count: 2355

FC: Tristin Mays

Y/N’s pulls her hair up, pinning it to the back of her head, messy curls falling by her face that she has to blow out of her eyes as she grabs a wet rag and wipe down the cappuccino machine, her playlist softly humming in the background. She sings along quietly with a small smile, moving around the kitchen with a bit of unease, having been working here for only a few weeks, almost a month. She misses Europe already, especially Paris, the small towns around it, visiting and volunteering at the shelters. She misses the city life, the culture, tanning her brown skin on its beaches, meeting new people, making connections. 

Now everything is just starting to get complicated.

Then the bell on the door rings.

A man walks in through the doors, looking around like an alien from another planet, visiting Earth for the first time, taking in everything. 

“Sir, I’m sorry but we’re closing-” she says hanging the rag over her bare shoulder, adjusting the strap of her gray tank top idly, not yet looking up until the man’s rosy, bright cheeks catch her eye, tired from a hard day of work.

Then she stops herself and examines him for a moment, even from this far away seeing the ridges of his muscles through his deep blue top, sporting an equally flattering pair of black jeans and sneakers, hiding his features with a baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. She pinches her brow in confusion but he’s spiked her interest. She is the only one working a shift tonight, so what’s the harm in letting him come in?

“Never mind, I can keep it open a little longer,” she turns around to get some mugs and turn on the cappuccino machine once again. Her voice with that signature French lilt she’s acquired over the years of growing up there, and going back for school, luring him in like a siren.

He walks himself over to sit on one of the stools, and she starts to fear that he’ll break the weak, wooden chair. He sits up in the seat, the rickety sound it makes when he leans back not willing to give Y/N’s anxiety riddled nerves a break. Then he looks at her, guilt filled eyes and a furrowed, serious brow, something clearly weighing on him, forehead wrinkled in unease and worry. She would wonder if the man has ever smiled if not for his laugh lines and crinkled eyes, reminders of happier times. 

“I’m sorry to... inconvenience you, Miss, this place was the first I saw and I-” he starts, taking off his sunglasses and hat now that he’s inside, exhausted, until Y/N interrupts.

“You’re fine,” she looks up at him from across the counter, lifting an eyebrow when he continues to stare until his eyes are drawn to the ceiling, not wanting to scare her off while he admires her curls and warm, brown eyes.

“I could use the company anyway,” she half smiles, drawing a weak smile from him. Hm… so he does smile...

“Tell me your name,” her eyes flick to him and he meets her gaze timidly, shy despite his muscular frame and jock esque appearance, he’s not as cocky as she’d think him out to be. When someone looks this good, they usually know it, and perhaps he’s aware, but he doesn’t seem to make a show of it. And now that she’s up close and personal with the stranger, she realizes how attractive he is, strong jaw, bright eyes, blonde hair, the kind of handsome you see on television screens and magazine covers, the kind you associate with athletic models.

His smile is soft and calm, like his eyes, green with flecks of gold and sapphire. If his personality is as complex as those eyes, she’s sure to have an interesting time trying to unravel the mystery of him. If fate wills them in each other’s lives once again.

He speaks gently as if he’s afraid the glass bubble that’s formed around the two of them will shatter if he raises his voice above a whisper, saying quietly in slight disbelief, “Y-you don’t know who I am?”

She laughs, cleaning off cake crumbs from the counter, “Should I?”

He considers the question for a moment, maybe it’ll be nice not having someone know who he is, basing what they think they know about him from the media. He’s normal here, as normal as he can get, with a pretty girl in a quaint New York coffee shop at ten at night, wanted and being hunted down by almost every mob in the country.  

Yes, normal.

“Not at all,” he finally says. 

She smiles, “I’m Y/N,” she replies coolly.

“Nice to meet you, doll,” he says while her back is turned to him, her eyes widening slightly at the old-fashioned pet name. She smiles softly, glad he can’t feel the heat that’s blossomed in her face, hidden beneath her skin.

“Doll,” she repeats sweetly, absentmindedly cleaning a dish on the counter to pass the time. “Don’t hear that a lot now, do you?”

“Oh, I apologize, Miss, I didn’t-” his face blooms into every shade of scarlet, tinging even the tips of his ears pink.

She turns and grins warmly, holding back a laugh at his flustered state, sliding him a mug of black coffee, sugar packets and cream beside it, “No need to be sorry, Hercules, I’m not complaining,” they lock eyes for just a second, fingers brushing when she passes the mug to him, electricity sparking between her warm skin to his. He chuckles at the nickname she’s given him, equally as adorable, and from seeing the blush in his cheeks, she knows the name will stick. 

“So what brings you here? This late?” she asks, leaning against the counter with her arms folded over the surface, holding her head up.

“Bad day,” he pinches his eyebrows together when he looks back at her. “Nothing you’d want to hear about.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing... but if you don’t want to talk about it, even though I am a great listener,” she teases with a small smile that brings one out in him as well, grateful for her kindness, even if he isn’t sure he really deserves it. Not that she thinks she does either. 

“We can discuss... anything else,” she offers after a pause.

The corner of his lips turn up in amusement, hands warming up on the hot mug, he looks up, “Really? Anything?”

She brightens with a soft laugh, proud she’s gotten him in better spirits, lips quirking, “Within reason.”

“Where are you from?” he asks politely, curious because of her fluttery accent, slight but still detectable, velvet off her tongue.

“I lived in France until I was three then moved to New York until I went back to Europe for art school and stayed in Paris with family, coming back here only a couple weeks ago,” she scrubs down the counter before tossing the rag into the sink, untying the apron from around her curved waist, skinny jeans clinging to her skin. His eyes wander shamefully when her back is turned. 

“And you haven’t been checking up on the media or network television since?” he asks, which explains why she doesn’t know of him, something that is honestly a relief for him.

“Not really, I went to a lot of places to volunteer and stay with no internet, but I didn’t mind. You could say I kind of live under a rock. But, what about you, Hercules? What’s your story?”

He shakes his head with a light smile, “Nothing interesting.”

She snorts, “I highly doubt that.”

“My life is chaotic... at times,” he says, running a hand through his blonde hair and ruffling it a bit, taking a drink of his coffee. “But it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I promise.”

She eyes him for a moment, not buying what he’s saying but deciding to let him off the hook with the promise of finding out later. She doesn’t want to scare him off so soon, not when she’s actually starting to like him. She turns around to grab the pot again to give him a refill before turning back around to pour it in the mug, finding him already looking at her. She catches this with an amused smile and he looks away sheepishly like a young man with a crush all over again.

“More?” she asks him and he nods hastily, caught off guard by her eye contact, she is quite assertive, he believes, he can tell already she’s a force to be reckon with. 

“Yes, thank you,” he sips the coffee, warming himself up and enjoying the heat in contrast from the winter air outside these doors. Steve never wants to leave.

“Tell me about when you were a teen, were you the nerdy type, the jock, the scholar, the rebel... the goth?” she leans forward over the counter, looking at him excitedly, eyes lit up when she grins.

He turns away with a rosy smile and endearing laugh, before looking back at her, trying to keep his composure together now that she’s so close to him, exploring every inch of her face. Wondering what it would be like to kiss that smug smirk off her face.

How cliche.

“If you can believe it, I was a bit of a nerd,” he half smiles.

“The hot ones usually are,” she thinks out loud boldly, causing him to stumble over his words and his cheeks to burn. “It’s a classic John Hughes stereotype, the handsome, sweet jock who also happens to be wicked smart. I see it in all his films.”

“John Hughes?” he inquires and her jaw drops.

“Have you never heard of John Hughes?” she says in playful shock.

“The name sounds familiar and I know he’s a director, but I’ve never seen his movies,” he admits and he winces for impact at her frown.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” she rolls her eyes. “Maybe that’s why you were brought here today.”

“To bring me coffee?”

“No, for me to enlighten you.”

He grins, “I was pretty skinny, too. I didn’t have many friends growing up.”

She looks him over, “You’re kidding.”

He shakes his head slowly, “I’m not. I was never a ladies’ man, I’m still not, really, my pal Bucky is a lot better at that sort of thing than I am,” he says vulnerably, an air of uncertainty in the way he speaks, but all he finds on her face is disbelief, hesitant in believing the man before her is not good with women.

Bucky. She knows that name, but she decides against asking any further, looking up at him, “I don’t believe that.”

“Again, doll, it’s true,” he smiles slightly, casting his eyes downward before looking back up.

She purses her lips and shakes her head, locking eyes with him, but at the same time, her heart has dropped to the pit of her stomach, “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Hercules?”

“I’d like to think so,” he takes a sip of his coffee, lips curling over the edge of his mug, emerald eyes brightening with fervor. “It makes things more interesting.”

She smiles thoughtfully, hops up on the counter, and finishes off her coffee, “I suppose. But not all surprises are the wanted kind.”

“Then get them from someone you trust.”

She looks down at her legs dangling off the counter, crossing them over one another, “In this world, you can’t trust anyone.”

He chooses his next words wisely, knowing he might come to regret this, falling into her brown eyes and not resurfacing, fallen in her carefully set trap, “I trust you.”

She looks up, eyes slightly flaring, a warring conflict with her heart and her mind, “Don’t. You don’t even know me,” she laughs, but it’s humorless and dry, wiry.

“It doesn’t matter,” he meets her eyes. “You’ve shown more compassion to me in one night than anyone has in my entire life.”

She attempts to hold back a smile, a wry laugh escaping her lips, “You’re cute,  Hercules, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told...” he shares her hesitant smile and looks up at the clock in the corner of the cafe, rising from his seat. “But I should be leaving, it’s late.”

“Yeah, it is,” she agrees and follows to where his eyes lay on the hands of the clock, grabbing her things while he walks to the door.

“I’ll see you around, doll,” he shoots her a sly wink, slipping his cap back on. 

She rolls her eyes, “Not a ladies’ man, my ass,” she mumbles under her breath, watching him leave, the last sound she hears being his booming laughter echoing from outside. 

Her phone buzzes in her pocket and her heart sinks knowing who’s on the other end, before reluctantly answering the call, “Yeah, Tony?”

He chuckles at her dull tone, “Nice to hear your lovely voice, too, Y/N. Did you learn anything about your target?”

“How did you know he’d be here?” she tucks hair behind her ear as she looks out the cafe window, watching him leave down the sidewalk, wearing a smile she can see from here, guilt gripping her chest.

“You know I have eyes everywhere, sweetheart, and you’re not answering the question.”

“He mentioned Bucky once, said they were friends, but that’s all I got right now, and I thought we agreed you don’t call me when I’m out in public anymore.”

He whistles, “Is that how you talk to your boss, huh, kid?” he says, the smirk evident in his tone before dulling into a frown. “Watch your tongue or I’ll get someone to cut it out. Do your job, Y/N, there’s no backing out now.”

Her eyes dart to the door, biting down on her lip while she tightens her grip on her burner phone, “Yes, sir,” pressing the end button, dropping the phone on the floor and smashing it under her boot.

[nerdalerrt101]

Forbidden (part 1)

Character: Park Jimin x reader, Kim Taehyung x reader Genre: Fantasy,Angst, Fluf, King AU 

prologue/ part 1/ part 2

a/n: Y/N means your name

Sinopsis: Once upon a time, in a land far far away lived a king who had everything. Everything but a woman to love. He lived in a big castle with his two nephew and four brothers. He loved them dearly and lived happily and in peace. But as time passed by, he couldn’t help but feel lonely. That’s why he decided one day to find a wife. A woman who was beautiful and good enough to be queen and his lover. And he did find her, but… We all know that forced love is never going to survive. This is story about love that was never meant to be. And about love that was destined but forbidden.

Today weather was really nice. It helped me in finding some herbs i needed. Also i found lot of mushrooms and berries. I was resting a bit before going in city to sell them to merchant. The forest in which i lived was peaceful and absolutely breathtaking. I always loved this place. Just by sitting here made me feel calm and relaxed. The sun was getting lower. It should be 2 hours after noon. I don’t understan how could i forget the watch at home. I stood up and looked around me. I had no idea where i was. When that realisation hit me i started walking towards the sun. The sun is setting behind castle in the city so if i folow it i should be alright. Right? Just as i was starting to panic a bit after i came across second dead end, an owl landed on the nearby rock. I recognize her right away, since that was Night, a pet of my friend who lived in the same forest as me.  “Night, did Sola sent you? Can you help me get out of here?” Night started flying low and i folowed her in fast pace. Soon we were in front of little, cozy looking house. Night flew in the house trough window and i knocked on the door and entered the house.  “Well well... Look what an owl brought us.” Tall woman with dark purple hair and dark black eyes smiled and me. That was Sola, my chidhood friend. She was the best and oldest friend i had. We were together since i can remember. I collapsed on the nearby chair. Sola handed me a glass of water. I smiled at her.  “Thanks for saving my lost butt there. I really thought that i was going to sleep in the middle of forest.” I chuged water in one go. I was exausted. “No problem, what are friends for anyway.” She winked and sat down beside me.  “What time is it? I have to go to sell what i picked today.” “It’s half past one. Don’t worry you have enough time. Take a break sometimes.” “Yeah well i can’t. This is what brings bread on the table. I can’t starve you know. Unless you have some potion for me to not feel hungry?” I looked at her with hope in my eyes. “Yeah well i don’t.” She mimicked me. Sola was enchantress and she makes best potions i know of. She can make someone to fall in love as soon that person see the one who ordered a potion. Or spell. Spells are more complicated and she needs more energy for them. But she is getting better and better every day. I stood up and moved towards the door. “I should get going. The sooner i do this the sooner i go back home. And i am getting little hungry.” “You could come to eat with me later. We can combine what we both have. Does that sounds good?” She held my hand and smiled at me. When she smiled at me like that i couldn’t say no. “Okay why not..” I gave in. She giggled and ran towards the kitchen. She came back with container with water and piece of bread.  “I can’t let my best friend starve and faint on the way, now can i?” I hugged her before she saw a little tears forming in my eyes. “I know you are crying Y/N.” She giggled and patted my back. “You always save me Sola. Thank you.” I hugged her tight before turning around and leaving the house. “Have a nice trip! And don’t talkto strangers!” She yeled to me. “Hahaha ok i won’t MOM!” I yelled back to her. I was walking trough forest for a few minutes before ariving on the begginig of the big capital city. Sola’s house was much closer to the city than mine. I walked around the city with my basket in one and my bag in other hand. I always held my bag tight when i was in the city. Pickpockets are all around us. I arrived in the shop i sell my herbs to.  “Oh hello Y/N! What do you have for me today?” Mr.Kim,who was owner of the shop, smiled to me. “Well i have lot of mushrooms and berries. Also i found some herbs that are good for tea. They are acctualy very rare in these parts so i think you can sell them for the good price.” I showed him herbs i had with me and he nodded approvingly. “As always you are reliable. You are very good herbalist you know. You should go back to that job. You can earn more that just selling these herbs to me.” He handed me good amount of money. Well i supose this day was getting better.  “No i decided long ago that i will never be herbalist again. You are very good to me so why would i quit this job hehe.” I smiled sweetly to him. “Well i will get going then. Thank you sir! I will see you tomorrow.” I bowed my head to him and moved on to the food shop. I will surprise Sola and buy her her favorite sweet bread. Streets were busy and there were people everywhere. I smiled as i watched this scenery. I rememberd my life in this city when i was little. Those were good times. I started walking and in that moment two man on horses passed after me. I turned around to look at it and made eyecontact with one of the riders. His eyes were dark brown and for a second i stood there obscene. The horse moved on and eyecontact was broken. Wow that was... weird. Those eyes had such a strong aura in them. That must have been someone from the castle. Those two man looked noble and their horses were very beautiful. I shook it away and continued down the road.

After breakfast, Jin and I prepared for the trip to the forest outside the city to visit the enchantress. I was still little suspicious but decided to give it a try. We will ride horses to her house. i refused carriage because that would draw too much attention. On the streets of the city were a lot of people. Some were selling their goods, others were looking for something to buy, and there was people who simply enjoyed this scenery. Just like i did.  ‘This is my country.’ I thought and smiled. People seemed happy. Jin was patiently waiting for me.  “You know brother you can enjoy this sight more while i go and buy some herbs for my tea. What do you think about that? The shop is nearby so you can wait for me there.” he smiled to me. “Sure why not.” Jin was my oldest brother and he always understood me the best. Even though throne rightfuly belonged to him, he didn’t wanted it. He just wanted to travel and enjoy his life as a traveler. My other older brothers were encouraged by his decision and said to father, who was king then, that they only wanted normal life, without worries as a king. They said that i should be the one to take throne as i always wanted. True my wish was to someday be a king but it was surprising to step on the throne so suddenly. I accepted the offer right away, because i knew that this may be my only chance and i really wanted to help my brothers live their life as they wanted. I knew them better than anyone and i knew what they wanted. Once Namjoon told me “You know Jimin we may have never said this to you but we are really grateful for what you did. We promise to stay always with you and to aid you if you ever needed our help.” I was so touched when i heard that. I love my brothers so much and even 100 thrones can’t replace them.  Just as i was looking around waiting for Jin i noticed a girl looking in my direction. We made eyecontact and i was mesmerised by the colour of her eyes. They had colour of emerald and they were clear and big. I had a feeling they were drowing me in. Just then I heard Jin beside me. “-er...brother...Jimin!” I snapped my head towards him and looked at him. “We should go.” “Ah...yes let’s go.” We started moving towards the forest and i couldn’t stop thinking about that girl i just saw. We were now riding trought forest and after not so long we saw a little wood house. It looked very cozy. Maybe because of those flower beds around. It seemed like those beautiful flowers grow on that place only. Maybe she used some spell, she is a enchantress after all. In that moment tall woman with purple hair stepped out of the house. She looked at us and bowed down. “Welcome your highnesses. I have been expecting you”  The house was very cute from inside. There was lot of flowers and books. Also i noticed few glass bottles here and there. I suppose those were for the potions. “So how exactly did you now we were coming and who we are?” I turned my head toward her with stern look on my face. “Well as you already know i’m enchantress. My abilities allow me to simply know some things. I really don’t know how to explain my powers to you any other way. And beside my little Night noticed two guests entering the forest.” Little owl landed on the table next to her. “You see when i agreed to enter this forest and live here, i gave my word to protect it with all i had. So i always know when someone is coming or even lost in my home. I also know that you are veru suspicious of my abilities and that you are of royal blood. Or should i be precise, that you are King Jimin and prince Jin.” She looked at both of us.  “To prove that i have abilities you need i’m going to tell you one fact that not many know.” She looked at my eyes and smiled. “You have someone who is very sick at home, don’t you?” I looked at her with my eyes wide. How... I looked at Jin and he seemed little surprised and amused at the same time. He never averted his eyes from the girl.es. “And i also know that that person is a child...” She looked at me again but now there was compassion in her eyes. “Oh, i’m very sorry. It seams that you and your brothers cherish her dearly.” “Ho-...how do you know about Yumi?” “You see it’s just that i can sense and see aura around you. Aura that is strongest is usualy from persons home. So i can clearly sense sicknes around you. I’m very sorry. It seems that she was ill for some time now.” “Yes indeed. Doctors simply can’t find cure for her yet.” Jin spoke suddenly. “But you aren’t here for that, right?” “Right. We want you to be matchmaker for our King.” Jin smiled widely. Encantress was a bit surprised. “So if you want a woman for yourself my King, then she must be something special. After all marrying you means that she will be a queen.” “Yes and that means i need woman which will have good heart, and of course, she needs to be beautful.” “What about maners?” She asked. “That can be learned in the castle. I need someone who will be my life companion.” I was determined now. This woman... She knows her job. At least that’s impression i’m getting. “I see...” She was quiet for few moments. Then she lifted her head and smiled at us. “In that case i know just the right person for you.” “Already?” “Yes! I recently heard about girl who lived in this forest just like me. I never came accros her though, but i don’t think that it will be problem to meet her. As i said I know everything in this forest. I heard that she was herbalist not so long ago, and that she was in fact good one. But unfortunaly she quit the job after her parents died in fire 4 years ago. She is alone since then. I also heard from my little Night that she is very beautiful and kind hearted. I think that she will be right for you because of it.” She smiled kindly. “But you also have something else on you mind as well, am i right?” I looked at Jin with confused face. Girl smiled. “Of course. As i mentoned she was a good herbalist and it would be perfect if she could find cure for that little girl we spoke of earlier. That’s what you call killing two birds with one stone.”  ”And how exactly do we know you aren’t a con artist?” I was still suspicios. ”Hmm well... Ah yes! When i was searching a bit about that girl who came to live in my home, i found a old friend from the city. She is high class lady and she was very ill few years ago. She was on a verge of death. Doctors were unable to find reason for her sickness and with that, a cure. But that girls father, who was very famous herbalist, came with his little daughter to see the lady. Untill then he only gave her a tea for her to stop coughing, but culdn’t find a real cure. That was just easying her pain, not acctualy stoping it. But one day he brought his little daughter with him. I heard she picked some flowers from that lady’s garden and got premission to bring it to her. She tought that flowers will make her cheer up but when lady took them she started coughing like crazy. Girl saw that and took flowers right away from her. She smeled them and realised that the flowers were poisoned. She told that to her father who studied flowers right away and soon found an antidote. Not to mention that she helped in making it. If you don’t trust me then ask that lady yourself. You might know her. Her name is Hanah Duchess of Kadelia. “  ”But that’s...” ”That’s our aunt. I do remember when she was that sick and she said that a little girl saved her life. We didn’t really believe her. But now...”  For some reason i trusted this person. She seemed honest. “In that case contact that girl for us and explain her the situation.” I stood up and walked towards the door.  “And of course not a word about this. If you do your part of the deal then you will be rewarded handsomely.”  Jin walked up to the girl and kissed her hand. She smiled at him and bowed down. Sometimes i really don’t know if he’s a real gentleman or just a playboy. He clearly liked that girl. She was beautiful. With that we left the small house and the forest.  “Jimin.”  I heard him say. “I really hope this will work.” “I really hope it will as well brother.” 

[hamiltonschoolmusical]

Graphite and Ink (Alexander Hamilton x reader)

Summary: Reader is an art major and avid sketcher who loves nothing more than sketching Alexander Hamilton, the most talented person on campus. Let’s just hope and pray he never finds out. (University AU)

Genre: mostly fluff, with a bit of angst

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/insecurity

Word count: 1,138

Notes: this is my first ever reader-insert/imagine, and my first Hamilton fic! It’s pretty meh, so please leave comments on how I can improve! Request from @hamimagines document. ☺ (also apparently you don’t have joint honours in the U.S. It’s basically like a double major but to graduate you need an 85% average. Double majors for really smart people.)

Move, you willed him. Move your damn head! You had almost finished the sketch. All you needed was for him to tilt his head back away from you so you could do his hair. Alexander Hamilton had these amazingly luscious locks that somehow always looked better than yours. But it was times like these, when you were silently sketching him, that you cursed his hair for being so thick and shiny. You shimmied a little closer and picked up your pencil, trying (and failing) to capture the way the sunlight bounced off his chestnut mop. All of a sudden, he ran his hand through his hair, knocking you over with his elbow.

“Whoa! (Y/N)! Sorry! Are you okay?” Alex pulled you up and put a hand on your shoulder. You immediately pulled away from his touch and rubbed your head. “I–I’m fine. Thanks,” you replied, giving him a shy smile. “I’m really sorry,” he apologised. “I didn’t know we had gotten so close.” He winked at you as your heart stopped for a minute. You tried to stutter out a response, but were interrupted by Alex’s group of friends, all very good-looking and all very popular. A curly-haired, freckled boy plopped himself down next to you, out of breath. “Alex! This kid won’t stop talking about how he’s going to get together with his friends and start an All Lives Matter rally! We need you! ” John Laurens was Alex’s best friend and the leader of the university’s Social Equity club. “It can’t be that urgent, can it? I’ll be there in a min–” “He’s wearing a Trump for Prez t-shirt.” Alex jumped to his feet, his face turning scarlet. “The minute I see him, I swear–” John cleared his throat. “Um, the girl.” “Oh, of course.” Alex scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe, as an apology, I could take you out for coffee this evening?” Was Alexander Hamilton, maybe the most handsome, possibly the smartest, and definitely the guy you had a huge crush on, asking you out? No. This couldn’t be possible. He was a English and Poli Sci double major with offers from nearly every major law school in the country, and here you were, barely passing an arts course. This had to be some kind of prank. It had happened to you once before in high school, so why not now? No. You wouldn’t fall for this. “Uh, I can’t. Sorry. I have to, um, study.” You immediately felt dizzy. You had one shot, and you threw it away! “Rejected!” Hercules Mulligan, one of Alex’s best friends, called out, as he sauntered up. Alex turned away, clearly disgruntled. “Whatever. It’s no big deal. I had debate club anyway. Let’s go kick some white supremacist ass.”

If you couldn’t focus on your drawing before, there was no way in hell you could now. 

He had asked you out. Why had you said no? It was the same reason you hadn’t tried out for high school plays and never went to prom. Fear. Rejection. Anxiety. You had passed up too many good things because you were worried they wouldn’t work out. Just add Alexander Hamilton to the list. You let out a deep sigh. Maybe a change of scenery could do you some good. Your notebook went in your messenger bag, along with your phone and wallet. You were too poor to afford a car, so any place farther than two kilometres away was out of the question. The campus library would have to do. It wasn’t bad there–in fact, you volunteered in the mornings–but after 6 pm, it would get loud, crowded full of students who certainly weren’t there to study. After grabbing a coffee, you mad your way to your favourite spot, a quiet corner on the top floor that looked out over the city, only to find him sitting there. “Alex? What are you doing here? Don’t have you debate?” He barely looked up from his laptop. “You know you don’t own this corner, right? Just because you volunteer here doesn’t mean–never mind.” “How did you know I volunteer here? I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” A hundred thoughts raced through your head, but whenever Alex was around, you couldn’t process them. “I said forget it!” Alex slammed his laptop shut and walked into you, knocking you over for the second time today. This time, however, your sketchbook fell out of your hands and onto the floor, laying open on a drawing you had done of Alex the day you first saw him. To this day, it was still your best. “(Y/N), what is this?” He bent down and picked up the journal, thumbing through the pages before stopping on the tracing you had made this morning. “Did you do this?” You felt blood rushing to your head and a ringing in your ears. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear, I just–” “You’ve been watching me.  Drawing me. Since the day we first met.” By this point, you were on the verge of crying. “I know I’m awkward, okay? I know that I’m just an outcast, a weirdo, and you’re over there with your joint honours and three million scholarships. What can I do? Draw? Barely. I don’t even know if I’m gonna graduate! Look at you. You’re amazing. Intelligent, talented, gorgeous. You’re gonna go on to change the world. And I’m just… me.” You cast your head down shamefully, instantly regretting every word you said. Gently, slowly, Alex put two fingers under your chin and raised your eyes to meet his. “(Y/N)…You are just you. You, in your purest, brilliant form. You, maybe the only person on campus who works as much, as hard as I do. From the day I first saw you across campus, pencil in hand, I could see you were as driven as I was, as creative, as determined to strive for perfection, that you were going to be my equal. I was wrong. You are so much more than I’ll ever be.” Before you had a second to react, Alexander dropped one hand to the small of your back and cupped your cheek with the other, and pulled you against him as your lips met. It felt strange–heartbreakingly amazing, certainly, but different. All through life you’d been made of graphite; a little cold, a little hard, a little too much pressure and you’d snap. Now, with him, with Alexander, in this moment, you felt ink in your veins: strong, sure, powerful. The two of you kissed in front of the window, in your corner, in the library, at the university you both went to in the town you both loved. You were together and infinite. It was dark, only distant streetlights and skyscrapers illuminating your shared silhouette. It would have made for a pretty drawing.