Through the Ages
This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good.
Pairing: Laurens x reader
Warning: making out, I guess
Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 ( “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”) with Laurens.
Requests are super open.
Word Count: 2680
You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny, slightly pink baby.
It often times made him blush, especially when his parents joked that he was taken with you since birth.
You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess, where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at you because you were a girl.
“You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.
“Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John insisted.
“Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy chimed in.
“Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You smiled at John.
“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.
“Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.
From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.
You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing you as just his best friend.
You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking about.
He turned to look at you, deep in though.
“I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned to look at him and smile.
“Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you,” you smiled.
On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.
“You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”
“Kiss?” you said surprised.
“I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other first?” he shrugged. You smiled.
“Sure,” you leaned in.
The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and content in that moment.
You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.
“John!” you called. He had come over to your house the moment he had gotten home.
“Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.
“Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.
“Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like tomorrow?”
“Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.
The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth in deep thought.
“You okay?” you asked.
He turned to face you in surprise.
“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he smiled weakly.
“Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.
“No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you both giggled at the memory.
You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face. The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.
You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.
You pulled apart breathless.
“We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.
That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was ever free to hang with you.
You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and friends, and he had that.
In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in.
That summer, however, things went back to a more tense version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about making the baseball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for a whole year.
When you started your freshman year, John looked out for you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an unspoken division of boys and girls.
That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.
You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you both experienced a heartbreak.
It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance right in front of you.
John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t want to.
You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.
However, Charles had another idea.
“So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.
“It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.
“Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,” Charles smirked.
“What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt. You pushed him off of you.
“Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.
“Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to kiss you again.
“No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you shaking his head.
“I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving you home.
Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong, you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you tight, muttering things about Charles.
The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends and slammed him against the lockers.
“John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone. Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John didn’t love you like you wanted him to.
John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday. The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you two promised to get married.
John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday, she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon after she broke up with him. John cried.
You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were lightly running your fingers through his hair.
“I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.
“She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to say.
“I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste now.
“Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in the eyes.
“Sure,” you crinkled your brow.
“Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said, urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”
“H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.
“If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he rambled out, surprising himself.
“You?” you asked surprised.
“Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but he wasn’t that bold just yet.
“S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.
You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey, he suddenly pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead, you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.
You slowly drifted apart after that night.
It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved him.
You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex. You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.
You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next night.
That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how he had developed.
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening, however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.
“So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John asked. You fully understood what he was implying.
“Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.
That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about ten days. You should have known.
You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.
But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness
you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify
it in that moment to your needy brain.
I was incredible, but short lived.
Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He couldn’t actually love you.
His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.
“Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.
The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the same.
You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.
You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time you saw him.
You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there until one fateful day.
John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.
“You know her?” John whispered to Alex.
“Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law class,” Alex replied as you walked over.
“Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“ you cut him off
“John?” you asked hesitantly.
“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.
“Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.
You and John started to walk.
“So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.
“Yeah,” you said coldly.
“So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt lacing his voice.
“Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”
“You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.
“You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled back.
“Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.
You instantly softened.
“Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.
“Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.
“I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.
You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two of you got married, and your lives began.