John Laurens x Reader: Modern!Au
Request: Could you do one with Laurens with #20 and #4? :)
Prompt: 4. “C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” 20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”
A/N: i just started fall break so you might actually get recent updates (!!!!!!)
John had been ignoring you lately.
Not actually ignoring you on purpose, because he was completely unaware of the effect it had on you. He was constantly talking with Alexander on the phone, working in his office.
You had talked to Eliza, Alexanders wife, about it, and somehow she had gotten used to it. Not completely, of course, she still wanted to be with her husband, but she had just learned to spend time with the kids.
You and John didn’t have kids, you were just married, and you thought it would be an exciting experience.
It wasn’t much different. Besides the first few days, where you were celebrating. Other than that, it was the same, just more talks about your talks about your future that had a bigger chance of happening.
Right now, he was in his office working on a paper for his job. You didn’t know what it was about, he had tried explaining it to you, but it was something you had no interest in.
You slipped on a pair of shoes, and took a look to see if you were presentable, at the least. You were just getting ice cream with Angelica and Eliza, but you still felt as if you needed to look nice.
You popped your head into Johns office, clearing your throat, “Uh, I’m going to be with Angelica and Eliza for a bit. I love you, and I’ll see you when I get back.”
John looked up, you could clearly see the dark bags under his eyes. His working late was a recent thing, it had never been a problem before, that’s one of the main reasons you didn’t like this– it was change, and in this case, change was not a good thing.
“What? Why?” He had put his pen down and was fully facing you now. You could see that he was still in his pajamas from the day before; you weren’t sure if he had had a shower in a while.
“Uh, we’re not doing anything, and I don’t have any other plans for the night. So, I thought it would be nice to go out with the girls.”
He frowned, “Babe, you know I can’t stop working–”
“I know! I’m not blaming this on you,” you were blaming it on his boss, “I’m just going out for a few, I’m sure my absence won’t make a difference, it hasn’t before.”
You instantly shut your mouth, throwing a hand over it, not believing that you had actually said that. To his face.
He was confused, a little sad, and looked absolutely defeated. Because he knew you were right.
“John, I'm–” you started.
“No, don’t be. C'mere and sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
You raised an eyebrow, “What?”
You looked at him, and he looked very serious– though that may have just been the bags under his eyes. But you complied,
“Alright, Okay, let me go change and cancel my plans,” you sighed, not happyily or sadly, as you walked into your shared room with your boyfriend.
You ended up changing into some sweatpants and one of Johns t-shirts. It was one he always jokingly complains about you wearing, but you knew he loved it. Just like you knew he loved being called Johnny-Boy, or just Johnny.
You also had texted Eliza, telling her you couldn’t make it. She responded saying that she understood and you could do it some other time.
You walked in the doorway, he seemed to be waiting for you. He turned around on his spinny office chair and smiled, patting his lap.
“You know, I wonder if your starting to think this is going to do somewhere else?” You said jokingly, raising an eyebrow.
He gasped mockingly, “How dare you accuse me of such!”
You rolled your eyes and sat on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. There were no words said, just a small laugh from him.
After a while, you could tell John was getting sleepier and sleepier. Every once in a while he would toss his head back over the chair, closing his eyes, and would take a deep breath. You’d reconnect your forehead with his temple,
“You know, you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” it came out as a mumble through your soft smile. You opened your eyes, only to see he was smiling too.
He turned his head, this time his forehead connecting with yours, and he opened his eyes to see you already staring at him.
“Babe, lets go to bed. You need to go to bed,” you said, getting up.
“No,” he whined, sounding like he was nine years old, pulling you back down.
“Yes,” you said. You grabbed his arm and pulled him up, after shutting his computer.
This time, he didn’t protest. You turned off the office light and pulled him down the hallway, towards your bedroom that you shared with him.
You pushed him into bed, quite lightly, as he landed on his back. He grunted as he pulled his jeans off, leaving him in a shirt and underwear, as you were already in a your sleeping wear.
You crawled in after him, throwing yourself on top of his chest, arms around his torso. He hummed quietly as he shuffled himself to get comfortable, and you soon fell asleep.
He certainly wasn’t ignoring you anymore.