John Laurens x Reader
Request: Hi Beans! Could I request a Laurens x shy!Schuyler Sister!reader? Maybe they meet like Alex and Eliza met, like one of the sisters introduces them bc she knows that the reader’s too shy to talk to anyone on her own? Thank you! <3 <3
“That one’s mine,” your sister Eliza said to you as she pointed out a short soldier from the other side of the room.
You nodded, but you were more focused on the man standing to the left, the one freckles.
Angelica nodded at Eliza and walked over to the man.
Eliza stared at him helplessly. You were still focused on his friend.
‘Freckles’ as you so decided to call him looked over at you and Eliza, catching your eye.
You immediately blushed and looked away, burying your face in Eliza’s arm.
Angelica dragged the soldier Eliza had been staring at over to her, Freckles following close behind, looking pointedly at you.
You squealed and ran off into the crowd, trying to disappear.
You were Eliza’s twin sister, but you were also the shyest out of all of your siblings. You didn’t like the attention, and you were terrible when it came to dealing with people.
You would much rather be in your room with a book or your knitting.
“Y/N! What are you doing?” Peggy and Angelica asked, ambushing you in the corner of the ball room.
“I’m going to take a walk outside,” you said nervously.
“Well you can’t go alone!” Peggy said, smiling mischievously at you and Angelica.
“Why don’t we ask John to take you?”
The freckled man that you had been eyeballing earler walked up to you and your sisters.
“John this is my sister Y/N. She want to take a walk, would you mind accompanying her right now?” Peggy asked, batting her eyes.
He looked at you and smiled, your own eyes staring at your feet.
“I would love to. Miss Y/N?”
You looked at him and nervously took his arm.
He walked you out into the gardens.
You continued to stare at anything else besides John, not wanting to make a fool of yourself.
“Are you alright Miss Schuyler?” John asked you, noticing your rigid posture.
You nodded softly, noticing the roses over in the corner.
You broke away, going over to the bush.
“Are they your favorite?” John asked, walking over to you. You looked at him and smiled.
“Yes,” you told him, turning back and stroking one of the soft petals. “Aren’t they beautiful.”
“Yes. But not as beautiful as you.”