Authors Note: So we hit 800? I’m dying I love you guys so much I don’t deserve any of you. Anyways, I wanted to celebrate this milestone with some smut yeah? lol. Get ready, it’s so sweet you could get a cavity. Big thanks to @adolescenthowell for dealing with my smut writing process shit. Go follow her! I LIVE TO HEAR FEEDBACK FROM YOU GUYS AND I LOVE TO JUST HEAR FROM YOU IN GENERAL. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Reader x Laurens where they go out with the squad and reader looks really hot and Laurens whose like in love with reader can’t control himself and maybe leads to smut if you’re ok with that
John Laurens + reader teasing him while they’re at a bar?
Friday night meant going out with your friends for drinks, especially after you had met Alexander. You and Alex had met in college and after that you two hit it off instantly, doing everything together. You would be lying if you said you two hadn’t hooked up once or twice but you both mutually agreed that you two were better off as friends, you even helped snag Eliza for him. Being friends with Alex meant being friends with his friends, and thankfully they all liked you. All but one. John Laurens. For some reason, you two had created a friendship of your own filled with nothing but dry, sarcastic humor that nobody seemed to understand. You greeted him with insults and he would happily take them and throw one back at you.
You stepped into the taxi and gave the driver the name of the bar as you smoothed out your barely there dress. The forest green silky fabric felt like air to your skin, and you had to make sure you had actually worn clothes out. If the short length wasn’t enough, the dress also was backless as the fabric in the back started below your ribcage. You didn’t know why you had chosen to wear that dress. On Friday nights you had usually opted for a pair of jeans and a nice top but today you felt like dressing up a bit more, and you were definitely feeling yourself. The taxi came to a screeching halt in front of the bar, and you thanked the driver as you handed him a ten dollar bill. You swung your legs out of the cab and gracefully stood up as the New York City breeze hit your body. You smoothed out your hair before walking into the bar.
quick backstory. I’m taking a domestic flight in the Philippines. The
whole terminal was a mess; one flight cancelled, the rest delayed by at
least 2 hours. It’s incredibly crowded, not enough seats for everyone,
and you can just tell everyone is not their best self at that moment.
Finally our flight starts to board. They call all the back rows and
pretty much everyone floods the gate to board. I hang back for a while
seeing if order will be restored, but hop on the bandwagon once I see
they’re letting everyone on. I’m three people away from getting my
ticket scanned and this older gentleman, maybe 50-60 years old, comes up
from behind me, pushes me to the side, says “scuse me” in a very
entitled tone (if that’s even possible) and shoved his way up to the
front. The young lady checking tickets didn’t notice as she was
assisting her coworker (2 lines). She scanned his ticket and down the
hall he went. No one said anything, myself included. What good would
that do anyways.
I’m fuming by this point. Hungry, tired and now I’ve been pushed.
Being pushed by strangers is my biggest pet peeve. I’m pretty sure I
burned a hole in the back of his head while we waited to board the
plane. I know I can’t get any revenge, but I just want him to make eye
contact. It’s all I have at this point. Maybe he’d look back and notice
me glaring at him and he’d awkwardly look away. I don’t know.
We get on the plane and he plops his fat ass down in a first class
seat; that explains the self-entitlement. Then my opportunity for petty
revenge presented itself. A woman was trying to make her way back out of
the plane. She was carrying a bunch of food in plastic bags, who knows
where she was going. Well she just happened to pass by me as I was
passing the first class douchebag. I swung my duffle bag hand carry over
my right shoulder and made an exaggerated move to let her pass by,
hitting douchebag in the face with my bag. This bag has been on the
floor of at least 15 different parts of the airport, including the
smoking section where people spit all over the floor. Now it touched his
face. Yummy. I apologize to both of them (I crushed the ladies plastic
bags with my leg actually accidentally) and keep walking down the aisle.
I didn’t get a good look at his face afterwards but I’m sure he was
very, very upset.
Im writing this on the airplane, way back in coach. Man, that felt
good…and the situation never escalated. Personal pettiest revenge.
TL;DR: Douchebag pushed me to cut in line, I smacked his stupid face with a dirty dufflebag and apologized.