2 a.m. Cuddles
John Laurens x Reader
Author: Lil Lambie
Warnings: Kissing, fluff, angst
Request: @askparanoidtwilight:Nervous laugh over read so much of yours aaAAAA-ahem. I was wondering if you could make a sUPER MEGA FLUFFY John Lauren’s x Reader? He’s honestly my adorable little freckled baby and Ive been in a constant need of John fluff-oh wait I have prompts-3,20,30, and 33 would all b really cute during like a thunderstorm or snow or something where they have to stay inside? Either that or just cuddling but who wouldn’t want to cuddle with John- and, preferably, modern AU? I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot-
3: “You call this cuddling? You’re choking me!”
20: “Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”
30: “C-can you hold my hand?”
33: “Are you playing with my hair?”
A/N: I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but I loved writing this one! I Hope you all enjoy!
Your apartment door swung open without warning. A drunk on happiness, John Laurens falling through your doorway. A cluster of bags collapsing with him. John quickly jumped to his feet and kicked the door closed behind him and gathered the bags and their spilled contents in his arms.
“John! What the hell?” you shouted.
“Evening, darling.” he smiled, slamming his bags on the kitchen counter.
“John. It’s two a.m.!” you pointed sharply at the clock.
“I am well aware, (Y/N).” he put his hand over yours. You stared awkwardly at it. It was going to be a long night. “Now, the question is why are you up at two a.m.?”
“It’s my apartment, John!” you yelled, crankily.
John gave your hand a quick squeeze, then swiftly pulled the book you were reading out from under your arms.
“Hey!” you reached over the counter. “Give that back! I have to study!”
“Study for what?” John turned over the textbook. “Ugh. Philosophy, don’t you know that’s the most useless major?”
“I’m not majoring in it. It’s just a throwaway class!”
“You consider philosophy a throwaway class?” John laughed. He skimmed through the book. “So, you would rather theorize whether the egg of chicken came first, than take an easy class like art or poetry.” he winked. “With me.”
“Ugh. John, sometimes you just drive me insane.” you groaned
“You are a college student after all, gotta keep you a little insane. Otherwise you’ll stand out. Mental breakdowns are a normal and required thing of a college student.”
“John.” you cried. “You aren’t helping.” You dropped your hands on the counter and put your head down, surrendering. Philosophy was the worst decision you could have made. You took it for the idea of it, not tests on Greek philosophers, their life stories, and to learn Greek. You had hoped John would have taken it with you, like he had promised last year.
But things change.
You started to cry. You started to have a breakdown. Mentally checking off a box in your head, the requirements of a college student, according to John Laurens. You knew John didn’t really mean it and he was only teasing and trying to cheer you up.
“Hey, (Y/N), no crying, we aren’t in kindergarten anymore.” that made you laugh a little. He tickled under your arms and made you spring back from your chair. He caught you and your head landed between his legs. Your tears rushed up your forehead. John laughed and smiled at you too. His energy was contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh.
John pulled you back onto your feet, and your fell against him as you tried to regain your balance. He gave a little laugh and steadied you with his hands.
You stood back up on your feet and John walked in the kitchen again. He started pulling everything out of the bags onto the counter.
“John…what is all of this?”
He pulled out cans of mountain dew, two pints of Ben and Jerrys, and several boxes of candy. “Midnight oil.” he smiled. “Except,” you pulled the textbook back out of your hands and closed it and put it on the counter. “Not for studying. Your brain is going to be fried if you study anymore. And I know you aren’t going to go to bed even if I tell you, so I thought I met try and cheer you up.”
John scooped the party supplies into his hands and dropped them on your coffee table then pulled you onto the couch with him. He bent over the table and pulled out some movies. “I’ve got Princess Bride, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Titanic. We can go through all of them or none of them. Whatever you want to do.”
You sighed and leaned in next to John. You rested your head on his chest. He smiled shyly at you.
“I’ll take that as a maybe then?” John leaned forward and put in Princess Bride. He reached over you and turned off the lights and handed you a carton of ice cream, along with a spoon. “Cheers.” he smiled, clinking your spoons together.
John snuggled a blanket over the two of you.
Halfway through the movie, John reached over to you. His hand between the two of you.
“C-can you hold my hand?” he whispered.
You smiled and laced your fingers through his.
“Thanks.” he blushed. You kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened and a wide smile settled on his face.
John slung his arm behind you and rested his hand on your neck. You snuggled into him, pulling the blanket tighter around you.
A few minutes later, you felt a gentle tug against your head. You looked to see that John, had a small curl of hair wrapped around his finger. “Are you playing with my hair?” you laughed.
John blushed and dropped his hands. “Nope.”
His arms tightened protectively around you. Swaddling you in the blanket, in his arms. The blanket came just under your chin. Your movements were restricted. You tried to slide up to break free. “Oh my god!” you gasped. “You call this cuddling? You are choking me!”
John loosened his grip slightly and pulled the blanket from under your chin. “Sorry.” he frowned. “I just didn’t want you to get cold.”
“Well you about just choked me to death!” you teased, giving him a playful shove.
“You know what, (Y/N)?”
“What?” you laughed, staring into his eyes, the silhouette of the television, the film flashing on his face.
“You are cute.” he smiled, reaching for your hand again.
You laughed. “John, you’ve got to stop calling me cute! You call me that all the time!”
“Well stop doing cute things!” John laughed, slipping an arm above you and pulling you down to wrestle.
The two of you fell in a heap on the floor. John cushioned your fall and tried to hide his pain with a smile and laugh. “That didn’t hurt at all.” he laughed.
“You calling me fat?”
“Nah, babe.” he rubbed his back. “Just calling you boney.” he laughed.
“Well, my bad for having a spine!”
“Yeah, it is your bad!” John laughed, smiling at you. He rubbed the back of his neck and played with his hair. “You know, I don’t call you cute all the time. LIke tonight, I’ve only called you cute like once.”
“Well, I can hear your thoughts.” you laughed.
“Oh yeah?” John sat closer to you. You were still laying down on the floor. John hung over you, his curls falling in his face, masking his eyes. “What else are they saying?”
You leaned against the couch to sit up. His face was inches from yours.
“Everything.” you smiled.
John laughed. “You’d be right.”
“Let me shut them up then.” you sat up and met John halfway. Your lips collided and his hair brushed your forehead. His hand moved from your arm to your neck, to just under your ears. Holding you in his hands. He fell forward slowly onto you, and straddled his legs over you. He pushed you up against the leather couch. Your hair falling in your face.
He spared a finger to brush your hair away, letting it fall back behind your ear. His touch was warm and comforting. He kissed you slowly with sincere intent. You pushed up against him, up against the coffee table and kissed his chin, back up to his lips. They were small but long kisses.
Savoring each moment. Savoring each other. Savoring this foreign experience. This dream. This fantasy you always dreamed about. His heart beat like a drum against your chest. You put your palm over his heart and pulled away for a moment. Smiling breathlessly and staring into his eyes. He nodded slowly with you and his heart began to beat to a steady soft rhythm.
The credits of the movie played. Some snacks were pushed off the coffee table to the floor.
It was four a.m. and you were kissing the boy you loved.