Showtime (John Laurens x Reader Modern AU)

Four - I Never Want To See You

(A/N) The drawing at the top is a sketch from an image from an Aaron Burr, Sir animatic. I thought is was hilarious. Anyway, go ahead and imagine about the cutest lil turtle ever.

"Finally! Jesus!" Alex said happily, beaming at John.
"Assez impressionnant." Lafayette said patting the freckled boy's back.
"Vous serez heureux ensemble." Quite impressive. You two will be happy together.
"You better not hurt her." Herc pointed a finger at John. "Or by God I will kill you." Hercules's deep voice was indeed intimidating, but John heeded his warning.
"Why would I ever want to hurt (Y/N)? She's wonderful." John said smiling. "I'm taking her to dinner tonight."
  "Alright," Herc said, "But if she says one bad thing, you are dead."
  "I hear you!" John exclaims, raising his hands in the air."God damn!"
  The dismissal bell rang through the hall. "Anyways, I'll see you guys later!"
  "Au revoir and good luck." Goodbye. Laf walked down the other end of the hall with Alex who plainly said "bye."
  "You two have fun." Herc turned away, but turned back holding up a finger, "but if I hear anything--"
  "Goodbye Hercules." John said annoyed, cutting him off.
  He walked out the school doors and to the parking lot towards his car. He got in and drove to your house. Parking his car out front of your house, he turned of the car and jogged up to the front door. He rang your doorbell and looked down at his feet until her heard the clicks of locks.
  "Babe! What are you doing here?" You answered surprised and cofused.
  "I'm taking you out on an official date." He said flashing his wide smile. "It only seemed appropriate."
  "Aww, John you didn't have to!" You gushed. You turned your head and looked away from john for a second. John was scanning your face, but then trailed to your collarbone. He furrowed his brows together as his eyes met a scar. You noticed what John had found and you move your hand to hide it. "Let me go grab a jacket and I'll be right out."
  Minutes later, you emerged from your house clad in a King's College sweatshirt. "Let's go."

《•♡•》time skipbrought to you by Thomas Paine's "Common Sense"《•♡•》

  You areived at the restaurant and pulled into the parking lot. John turned off the car and hopped out. Before you emerged, he was already at your door opening it for you.
  "Thank you, John." You beamed. "I should return the favor."
  "You shouldn't have to," John said.
  "Whatever."
  You walked from the car and moved through the parking lot, reachimg the door. You pulled it open for John and let him in.
  "Told you I would return the favor!" You said laughing. John laughed with you. Inside the retaurant lobby, a man stood at a pedestal looking stand. You both walked over, hands linked.
  "Hello! My name is Samuel Seabury and I will be your waiter. How many?" the man chirped.
  "Two." John said, tightening his grip on your hand.
  Samuel smiled. "Right this way."
  He guided you and John to a table with two chairs on a patio lit by tall lamps. You both sat down in the chairs and adjusted yourself.
  "Alright. What would you like to drink this evening?" Samuel asked with a pen and pad in hand.
  "I'll have an iced tea." John told Samuel. "(Y/N)?"
  "I'll just have water please." You said.
  "An iced tea and water coming up!" Samuel hurried back inside to retrieve the drinks.
  "I'm so happy we're doing this." You smiled, holding John's hand on the table.
  "I'm glad you wanted to come." John said. You both blushed and leaned in. Your lips touched, staying like that for a few seconds. You heard the door from the restaurant and you both pulled away quick.
  "Your drinks." Samuel took the the drnks from the tray and place them in front of you. "Would you like to order?"
  "Not yet." You said. Samuel nodded and hurried away to another table.
  "Did you know that Lin Manuel Miranda and Okierete Onaodowan had stolen British canons and various occasions?" You said. (A/N): I'm trading the names of the historical figures w/ their actors, just so you know.)
  "That sounds dangerous," John said. "Any more random history facts?" He beamed at your nerdiness.
  "Well, Anthony Ramos wanted to create the first black battalion but died before he got a chance."
  You and John continued talking about history until you saw someone walk out on the patio. You gasped and quickly flicked on your hood.
  The man walked over with his two buddies. You kept your head down, but they still saw you.
  "Well if it isn't (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." The main man you were avoiding seeing. "Fancy seeing you."
  "Fancy seeing you," you took of your hood and glared at the man, "James Reynolds."
  "Oh, (Y/N), who's this?" Anthony asked you, looking at James. "And who are these people?"
  "Already found a new person for your bed, huh?" James said glacing at John.
  "(Y/N) what does he mean?" John said whistful and confused.
  You stood up and looked into James's eyes. "You were abusive and cruel and I told you I never wanted to see you again." You aggressively jabbed a finger on the center of his chest.
  "Come on baby." James took your body and held it close to his, "I know you love me."
  "Get your filthy hands of my you asshole!" You said. You desperately pried at his fingers, but he only held you tighter.
  John was out of his chair. "Let go of her right now!" he yelled. Everyone on the patio was watching, not daring to even breathe.
  James turned to John with squinted eyes. "Make me." He said through his teeth.
  You had an open chance so you took it. Swiping your hand, you scrached his face and broke the skin. James winced and let go of you to hold the wound. You stepped back.
  "You little bitch!" He hollared. He lunged forward and slapped your left cheek. You turned and place your hand on the burning pink handprint.
  John stepped fast toward to James, who was wiping blood.
  "You abusive piece of shit!" John said before landing a punch on James's jaw. He stumbled back, fazed by the blow. Falling on the ground, his friends surround his body.
  "Let's get out of here." John said running with you to his car. You both got inside.
  Neither of you talked to eachother. John finally broke the silence when you got to his house.
  "Is it okay if you sleep over at my house?" John asked.
  "Yeah." You said looking down. You sent your Dad a text telling him where you were.  Your head was still buzzing from James's sudden appearance.  But that didn't matter anymore; you had John and you knew he wouldn't do what James had done.
  John brought you into his house. It was nicely furnished: you saw a soft looking couch with two small pillows.  You immediatey sat in it and took off your shoes then laying down with your shoes held to your chest.
  "What are you doing?" John asked.
  You opened our eyes and looked at him confused. "I'm sleeping."
  "Not on the couch you're not!" Hes said with a smile. Before you knew it, he picked you up bridal style from the couch and brought you to his room.  He took your shoes and placed them on the floor.  You squealed as he flopped into the bed next to you.
  The light was off, with the faint glow of his digital clock: 9:48 p.m.
  "Was he the man who made that bruise I saw?" John asked, concern lacing his smooth voice.
  "Yeah. He abused me. But I broke up with him and told him I never wanted to see him again. Yet look at tonight." You said.
  John brought his arm around you and huddled him into his chest. "Well I got you away from him. Just go to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed your forehead. "I love you."
  "I love you too."
  With that, you nestled closer to his body and dozed off under his arms.

(A/N): AAAAAHHHHH IM SCREAMING!!!! I apologize a thousand times for not being active and taking such a long time to get this chapter out. Thats why I made it extra long. It's most likely gonna be like that a lot so keep a look out for updates. Comment what your favorite part was of this chaper and don't forget to vote!

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