Pairing: Laurens x Reader
Prompts: Nothing because it came from my brain
Word count: 2103 (Ahh! It’s a long one!)
Warnings: Drugs (as in being drugged), awful cliffhanger
Requests: None because I’m special and bored
Author’s Note: I AM BACK! DO NOT KILL ME FOR THE ENDING! If y’all want a part 2 I shall deliver, my babies. Enjoy!
You met John Laurens through your ex, and now best friend, Alexander Hamilton.
You were out for drinks one night with the Schuyler Sisters, when Alex comes in with another boy. He had curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and a tan face, covered in freckles. He seemed cute. You decided to take your chances. The girls glance at you. Angelica elbows you in the arm and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Yo, this one’s mine,” You giggled with a smirk.
“Yeah! Go Y/N! Get back out there,” Peggy whooped and clapped. She knew that you and Alex were still friends, but you didn’t date anyone for months after you two broke up; You never even thought about it.
But you were ready to go. That guy was cute and you were one hundred percent ready to start dating. You did a shot, fixed your makeup in a compact, and adjusted your dress. You spun around the girls and they shared constructive criticism.
“Hair behind your ear, hun.”
“Stand up a tad straighter.”
“You got some lipstick on your teeth.”
Finally, Alex and the boy made their way to the bar. You smiled flirtatiously at the new guy. Alex hugged the girls and gave you a high-five. You tried to rip your eyes off of his friend as he smiled and shook hands with you and your friends.
“‘Sup, ladies. I’m John. Nice to meet you.” God, even his voice was adorable; He had a low and subtle southern accent. Your knees felt weak.
“Y/N. Alex’s best bud. That’s it. Only bud. Totally single.” The girls behind you laughed at your not-subtle attempts to be flirty. John gave a polite smile.
“Jeesh, Y/N. No need to throw your panties at my boyfriend,” Alex laughed.
Your face flushed. The girls were silent. If the bar wasn’t so packed, there would be no voices to hear over blaring music. You turned around to look at the Schuyler Sisters, they were white, too. Their eyes stared laser beams down. You followed their gaze down to the boys’ intertwined hands, of which you should’ve noticed earlier.
“Oh my god… I am so sorry, I didn’t know–”
“No problem. It’s not like I have the word ‘bisexual’ written on my forehead or anything, I do look very straight,” He and Alex giggled, “You’re Alexander’s ex, right? I was told one of you here were.”
And you were back to being mortified. You slowly nodded.
“Ah, alrighty. I won’t freak out on you, it’s fine.” He smiled. Okay he needed to stop doing that if he didn’t want you to get him to cheat on your ex-boyfriend.
“However, I might be the one that needs to keep an eye on you, miss Y/N,” The girls laughed at Alex.
“Anyway,” Angelica interrupted, “Shots?” All agreed very loudly.
So John slowly became part of the group, along with your old college friends, Lafayette and Hercules. You and Herc were always best buds, even before you started dating Alex. And yeah, Laf was the last guy you hooked up with before Alex but things were over between you guys. Until a drunken night when you were catching up and uh, you know, had a blast from the past.
Things started up again with you and Lafayette, but it wasn’t anything serious. Friends with benefits, if you will. After a few months, Alex and Laurens stopped hanging out as much. As things escalated between you and Laf, of course, John became single. You still thought he was super hot, and as you became closer friends with him, you found out how awesome his personality was. But he loved Alex and was crushed when he left him for Eliza.
“You have no idea how much it sucks, Y/N,” He said to you at the club a few days after they broke up.
“Sweetie, you totally forget. I know exactly what you’re going through. I saw him at school, ran into him at coffee shops because that’s how we met, until finally he apologized and told me he wanted to stay friends. I was hurt, yes, but look at him and I now.”
John’s face relaxed. He stared at his drink, “I see him at work. He’s my supervisor and was my mentor during law school, man. How am I supposed to have time when I see him everyday from nine to five and Eliza at the bar from five to closing when I want to be alone with you.”
Your eyes widened, “What’d you say?”
“I have to see them everyday. It’s hard.”
“No. After that.”
“I want to see you. You know what I’m going through,” You brushed this off and sipped your cocktail. A loud EDM song began to blare through the speakers. John finished his drink in one gulp. He slammed his glass down on the bar and grabbed you by your wrist. He dragged you onto the dancefloor, causing you to leave your half-full drink alone.
“John! What are y-” You began.
“Getting over Alexander,” He stopped at the middle of the floor. He wrapped his arms around your waist and positioned you in front of him, your back against his chest.
“John, no. You’re drunk, you’re upset, this isn’t a good idea.”
“I don’t care,” He whispered into your ear as his lips made his way down to just below your jawbone. You eventually gave in, tossing your head back onto his shoulder, giving him more room. Electricity hummed between you two, excitement bubbled in your stomach. You’d wanted to do this for months but if it weren’t for Alex…
Alex! Alex just dumped John! This wasn’t right. You weren’t hooking up with your queer ex’s queer ex. When had your life become a damn reality show?!
You pushed him away, conjuring a frustrated groan from the both of you. He looked hurt. His mouth opened to say something, but you stopped him.
“As much as I want this, and I do want this, you can’t. It’s just not a good idea.” You began walking back to the bar to find your drink sitting exactly where you left it. You sat down at a stool and watched John make his way back. His disappointment became anger.
“Is this about Laf?” He commanded.
“What? No! It’s about you. Laf and I are just friends; I told him we couldn’t do that anymore.”
His frustration melted back to sadness. He sat down and ordered a new drink. You sipped yours in attempt to cool yourself down from the dance. The air stayed silent between you. The atmosphere weighed down on you and made you dizzy. A sudden headache came on and you felt tired. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the general excitement from that night. You looked ad John to see if he was tired, but he was getting up and yelling at someone behind you. His voice made your ears pound.
You spun around on the stool, not helping with the dizziness, to see a man watching from across the bar. He stared down John as he angrily approached. The two began shouting at each other.
“John! What is going on?!”
“You bastard! What’d you do?” John pushed the man.
“Nothing! I was just in thought!” He rebutted.
“Thinking about her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
In your confusion, you got up to try talking to John. As your feet touched the floor, your knees buckled beneath you and you hit the ground. You heard John yelling and some grunting and the sound of someone hitting the ground. The last this you saw was the bartender leap over the bar towards you. Your eyes shut and your mind went blank.
Light. The first thing you saw was light. You weren’t dead or anything, you felt a bed under you and a pounding headache, you heard voices, a hand clutched yours. You looked and saw John and the boys, freaking out around you in a… Hospital room? What happened at the bar? Why did John have a bruise on his cheek?
“Y/N! Thank god.”
Herc cheered in the back, “She’s okay! Woohoo!”
“Guys? What happened?”
John went on rambling about the dick at the bar and what he put in your drink and the how you hit your head on the floor as you fell. He said you needed to stay here for a day or two until the doctors were sure you didn’t have a concussion or any serious injuries. The other boys came to your side and chilled out with you until a nurse kicked them out. She said you needed rest and that’s exactly what you got.
The two days you were in the hospital for dragged on forever, though John never left your side. You told him you were fine. You said the nurses would be there if you needed anything, you said it was barely an injury. He told you he didn’t care and that he would stay by you because if anything happened to you and he wasn’t there to help he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
You thought he was just horny at a club, but he… he felt something. He wasn’t hurting over Alex; he was hurting over you. Over what happened to you. He actually cared about you. But was it in a romantic way?
You were released after two days, no injuries, no concussions. So as to celebrate you not getting raped at a club, the boys took you and the Schuyler sisters to a club. The same one. And you ordered the same drink! But the boys each chose a girl to take care of and act as her boyfriend. Alex got Eliza (because they’re actually dating), Herc got Peggy, and Laf got Angelica. Which left you with John.
The group all danced and had fun for the night. You got drunk along with the majority of humans at that club. Your friends eventually all left, but John stayed. You were both shit drunk and half-dancing, half-falling over on the dance floor. Things got slightly scandalous after a few drinks.
Your dance moves were reminiscent of the last time the two of you went dancing. Your back against his chest, your hips pulled you his, your head laying back on his shoulder. He said one thing as you attached your lips to his collarbone:
“No, this is a bad idea. We’re too drunk.”
“I don’t care,” You mumbled into his skin. You nibbled on his skin, evicting a gasp from his lips. He gripped your hips in response. This encouraged you to get to work. You turned around to bring his face to yours. You tasted the alcohol on his lips. The music and lights blared about the club. The moment was perfect.
He pulled away quickly, “God, you’re beautiful,” He grabbed you by the shirt and brought you closer, if that was possible.
You cupped his face tenderly and smiled, “You’re not so bad yourself, Laurens,” he kissed you hard and quickly. He pulled away and took you by the hand. He dragged you out of the club and immediately hailed a cab.
Once inside, he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you.
“Ma’am, you must buckle your seatbelt.” Said the taxi driver in a thick accent.
You struggled off of John and buckled your seatbelt. His hand was practically glued to your thigh.
The minutes following the cab ride moved slowly. For what seemed like hours, you two struggled your way into John’s building and two the elevator, which was pretty hard since you were sucking each other’s faces the whole time.
John dug around for his key once you got to his apartment. He fiddled with the lock for a second then threw the door open. You pulled him by the collar inside his living room. From the collar to the buttons on his shirt, you worked your way down. Once his shirt was open, you ran your palms over his hard chest. He slid the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor.
You walked backwards, trying to make your way back to the bedroom, but the back of your thighs bumped the edge of the dining room table. You sat down on top.
“Waitwaitwait!” John whispered against your lips, “We eat our Saturday night chinese food here!”
You rolled you eyes and hopped down. He wrapped his arms around your legs and carried you into the bedroom. He gently placed you onto the edge of the bed.
“Condom?” You ask.