#hamilton request

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Soulmates was something that you'd like to think of as an adventure of sorts, if that made any sense at all. Your mind always drifted to your supposed soulmate that was out there, somewhere, waiting for you. You couldn't deny it; you were a hopeless romantic obsessed with the idea of finally meeting your soulmate, the person that fate decided should be yours and that you should be theirs. You didn't know what it would be like - you lived in a small town area, and almost every couple you knew were non-soulmates. Even your own parents weren't soulmates - they had divorced years ago and you had never seen your father again after he left when you were nine.

Now, you were fifteen, but you looked at the name on your wrist.

John Laurens.

You always thought about what it would be like - would it be cliche? Would you accidentially trip him on the first day? Would you bump into each other on the first day of school? You were a hopeless romantic, and you wanted to meet him so badly.

"[F/L/N], your order." A loud, brash voice yelled from across the shop. You walked over grabbing your drink from the man.

"J, you're being intransigent." You groaned. You had this weird connection with this guy, J. J was a barista at this coffee shop, and you never knew his name. His name tag had an obnoxiously large sticker on it of a turtle, which covered the rest of his name. All you could see on his name tag was a big letter "J" and you had just decided to go with it.

"Whatever you say, [F/L/N]." J retreated back to go make more orders and you went back to your table. You sat down and sipped your drink.

You remembered the first time you met him. You came into the shop, just planning to get a quick drink. By the time it was your time to order, the person taking the orders was J. You had noticed his name tag, and then proceeded to call him J, or Turtle Boy (but that was a short-lived nickname). When he asked for your name, you gave the first initial of your name to him and he laughed. You remembered the look of pure joy on his face, the sprinkle of freckles upon his face.

There on out, he remembered you, and you would always recklessly tease him when you two were in contact (and vice versa). You always came to this coffee shop.

"I see you're at the Place to Be again." A voice said, and you looked up. You smiled and waved at Eliza Schuyler. Eliza was one of your best friends. She was in most of your classes and she was always there for you. She often let you stay over at her house, since your mom was always out working to help provide for the two of you. Eliza and her two sisters became close friends with you.

"What can I say, the coffee's appealing." You snorted, taking a sip of it. J had always done wonders to your coffee, and it was the best coffee that you have ever had the pleasure of tasting.

"Yeah, [F/N], I'm sure that something else is appealing to you, too." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and you rolled your eyes.

"Eliza..." You sighed.

"You probably have the hots for that cute barista over there, don't you?"

"Eliza!" You protested.

"J, is it?"

"Eliza, it's really-"

"Jacob? Joshua? Jake? Justin?"

"Can you stop that, it's rude to speculate on someone's name-"

"Maybe it's John!"

John... you blanked. John Laurens? Could it be?

"That's ridiculous, Eliza. Haha... even if he was my soulmate-"

"He doesn't even know your name. You don't know his. There's always a small possibility."

You thought about it. She was right, as much as it pained you to admit it. You could always ask. That would be embarassing, though. You didn't just to go up to him and be like, "Heyyyy!" and just casually ask him about his soulmate.

A sharp yell directed your attention elsewhere. You spotted a bit of a commotion near the countertop, and you stood up.

"I'm going to see what's happening," you murmured as you walked over there. You moved through the crowd of people and spotted the incident. An apologetic customer was looking at J, who had a stain on his outfit. Judging on the fallen cup, you assumed that the customer had spilled the coffee on J (or something had happened to cause the coffee to get on J's clothes).

"Oh, man, that's gonna leave a mark." J hummed, letting out a small awkward laugh at the end.

"Oh, I'm so, so sorry." The customer kept babbling on. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Just get another coffee from the others." J brushed the customer off as he went the bathroom to clean himself up. He stumbled on the way there, but no one noticed, and the crowd slowly dissipated..

You decided to go into the girl's bathroom. While you were washing your hands, a loud noise came from another restroom. You jumped at it. It sounded like someone had fallen. You walked outside, and discovered that the room next to the girl's bathroom where the noise came from was indeed the unisex bathroom.

You opened the door to find a fallen person inside. You walked in quickly, and lifted the person up.

"J?" J looked up, and smiled weakly.

"Oh, hi... [F/L/N]... right? Why are you in here?"

“Oh, well, I was in the girl’s restroom when I heard something fall in here,” you let out a small chuckle. “I got concerned and curious, I guess.” You looked at him, and he looked a bit dazed from falling over. His freckles were more prominent up close, and you thought they were pretty cute.

J nodded. “Well… thanks for looking out for me. I just didn’t expect it to hurt that much. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been clumsy.” He laughed a bit, and you smiled sympathetically. You understood exactly what it was like to always be tripping over everything.

“No problem, J.”

“J?” He tilted his head.

You pointed at his name tag. He looked down at his name tag, pulling it up a little bit so he could look at it closely. It was still pinned to his barista clothes, so it wasn’t easy to pull closer to his face, but he could see what was written on it.

“J... oh... Well, I’m sure we’re past the first initial basis, aren’t we?”

“Sure.”

“My name is John Laurens.”

You blinked at this, surprised.

“[F/N] [L/N].” You whispered, barely getting the words out due to your surprise. Your soulmate was right in front of you. John… John was the barista that you had known for a short time, and you didn’t even know that he was your soulmate…

He widened his eyes.

“[F/N]?” He murmured.

You nodded, your smile growing wider. You had finally found him. Your soulmate found you. Everything felt right in the world now.

You, of course, didn’t hesitate when he put his lips upon yours. You swore that you felt sparks fly, and you closed your eyes, drinking in this moment.

As soon as he pulled away, he asked the question.

“[F/N]... your name’s always been beautiful, but you’re more beautiful than I imagined... Will you be my girlfriend?”

The yes you had said that day to him was said with tears of joy steaming down your face, the same reaction that you had given John when he asked to marry you after six years of a happy relationship.