quoi alexander

Everything’s Just Peachy (Laurens x Reader) PART 1

Prompt-“Just put the gun down and let’s talk about this.” (I’m pretty sure this is on the list and it actually has a number but I can’t find it ahaha I really wanted to write with this prompt and John sooo here goes!) 

TW: Guns, Violence, Kidnapping, Implied Abuse


It all started as a nice, relaxing night, but would turn out to be the longest night of your life. You and your boyfriend, John Laurens, were cuddled on the bed you shared, wrapped in the soft sheets, watching the latest episode of (favorite TV show) and eating some of his famous peach cobbler (Well, famous only to you, since you were the only one he made it for) with ice cream. You hated to admit it, but you were extremely tired from having to work overtime at the café that night. You were supposed to get off at 3 PM, but hadn’t gotten off until 8 PM, because one of your coworkers, named Ellis Jones, hadn’t showed up and you just had to cover their shift, granting you a laborious 12 hours on the clock that day. She’s one of the worst employees actually, from the little you’ve seen her do. You tried your best to stay awake though, because John had apparently been planning this “date” for about a week, since he worked at night, and had specifically asked to take off that day. So he did, and surprisingly wasn’t at all upset when you told him your reason for being extremely late. So here you both are, enjoying yourselves.

Well, that is, until the power went out.

You snapped your head to where John would be sitting if you could see him. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and could only make out his silhouette as he reached over to the side table and picked up an object. You only realized what it was when he shined a light on your face, causing you to wince at the sudden change in brightness.

“Sorry, babe…” You couldn’t make out his face much but you could tell he was probably wearing a sheepish grin. You shook your head and picked up your phone, eternally grateful that it was charging as you two were cuddling and had gained 94% battery charge. You turned on your phone’s flashlight and turned it upwards to give the entire room some light.

“Why did our power go out? There’s no storm…” You replied, fear starting to slightly bubble up inside you. John shrugged.

“Something probably happened to the fuse box. I’m gonna go check it out. Stay here.” He said, getting out of the bed. Your heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way. Unbeknownst to John and practically everyone except for your parents, you were always kind of afraid of the dark, though you could sort of tell that John could tell, because he didn’t question why you left your bedside lamp on when you two would sleep. You knew it wasn’t the dark itself, but what could be lurking in the shadows. The unknown. Also, you had a horrible feeling in your gut about this situation.

“No….” You said, hoping John wouldn’t hear the quiver present in your voice, “I want to stay with you.”

John gave you a soft smile. “Of course, (y/n). Come on.” He held his hand out to you, which you gladly took, along with your phone in the other hand.

The two of you set off through the house on your journey to the backyard fuse box. You tried your best not to look at anything besides the back of John’s shirt, knowing it would generate some terrible thoughts that you really didn’t want to deal with right now. There was one terrible thought you couldn’t shake though, and that was a possible reason for your power outage.

“John…” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Yes, (y/n)?” He responded.

“What if… what if the power going out wasn’t an accident?”

He stopped dead in his tracks. If there were any noise at the time you wouldn’t be able to hear his sharp inhale. Instead of waiting for a reply, you decided to look ahead of you two. You were surprised that you didn’t pass out at what you saw. Yet you definitely almost passed out at what you heard. The sound of glass breaking and the figure stepping into the house.


“Yes… John…?”

“Go back inside the room and lock the door.”

You look at him incredulously, even if he couldn’t see you. Was he insane??? You knew that figure you saw wasn’t here to have a nice conversation over tea and cookies.

“John, what the hell?? No!! I can’t leave you here!!”

“(y/n), listen to me.” He said, firmer this time, “Go back in the room. Lock the door.”

You still couldn’t process the ridiculous request he was asking of you. Your feet stayed glued to where they were.


“You should really listen to your boyfriend, girlie. Wouldn’t want to get caught in the crossfire now would you?” The figure spoke. You were genuinely shocked, and you let it show on your face. The figure’s voice was feminine. And you don’t know where, but you knew that voice from somewhere. You felt John’s hand tense up.

“Leave her out of this, Ellis. Just put the gun down and let’s talk about this.” John spoke to the girl. Ellis…? As in, the same Ellis you had covered for at work today…?

“I was going to, but this seems like a lot more fun. Now, we’re actually taking up too much time here, soooo let’s wrap this up. Tony?”

You didn’t have time to mentally question who Tony was before you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and saw black.


Laurens gasped and sat upright, instantly regretting it when a dull pain forced its way through his head. Gripping his forehead, he stood up slowly, extremely confused. It was light outside, couldn’t be any earlier than 10 AM. He looked around for any sign of what he was doing last night. All he could remember was that he was cuddling with (y/n), the power went out, and–

He froze. Turning his head slowly he saw it. Glass on the floor and a broken window.

“(y/n)…. (y/n)!!” He yelled, no regard for his pounding headache. He frantically searched the house for you, looking in every possible location, praying that this was just a weird game of hide and seek and that you would give up and come out of hiding. Suddenly, he remembered.

“….Ellis. Oh, fuck.”

Scrambling for his cellphone he dialed the 3 people he knew would be most useful in a situation like this.


“How does she even know where you live??”

“I don’t know, Alex, but she came here, blew the fuse box, and took (y/n).”

The 3 boys exchanged glances. John had called over his best friends (Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, and Marquis de Lafayette) to help him find you. They were the only ones who knew how crazy his ex girlfriend, Ellis Jones, could get. That is, if they were present for it. He didn’t ever tell them the specifics of how crazy she could get when they were alone or how possessive she was of John around other girls, but the boys always knew something weird was up with her, and now Ellis and her possible band of hired help have the one person nearest and dearest to John: You. Anyone with eyes and ears could tell how much John loved you, and how much he would do for you. Anyone who knew about John’s relationship with Ellis could see that you were a huge step up for him and made him happier than he ever has been.

“Did you try calling the police?” Hercules asked. John shook his head.

“They wouldn’t know where to find her. Ellis works under the radar, and she’s ex FBI, she knows how to get around things.”

The boys murmured in defeat. John sighed and placed his head in his hands. He felt a hand on his back.

“Mon ami…” Lafayette said softly, “We will find (y/n). For your sake and ours, do not forget she is notre ami aussi (our friend as well).”

John nodded. Alexander clasped his hands together.

“Alright, dudes, let’s get to some FBI type shit. If I was a psyco ex girlfriend, where would I hide my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend?”

Hercules raised his hand, “Probably not your house.”

Alexander nodded, “Alright, probably not my… Wait.” His eyes widened. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette cocked their heads to the side simultaneously.




Alexander let out an incredulous laugh. “No, seriously! That’s the most obvious way to go, so no one would suspect a smart person to use that way to go. Kind of reverse psychology, if you will. Nice job, Mulligan!”

The two dudes high fived and Laurens smiled a hopeful smile.

“Let’s go get (y/n) back.”