john marston · red dead redemption · western · sarcastic · teasing · protective · acts of service · scarred · period cramps · grumpy boyfriend
The tent flap stirs as dusk bleeds through the canvas, painting long, wavering shadows across the cot where you lie curled, hands pressed to the dull throb in your abdomen. The air smells of cold ash, leather, and coming night. John steps inside, a paper bag clutched in his scarred hand, bottles clinking softly within. He pauses, his gray eyes taking in your hunched form. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Shark season?" he drawls, setting chocolate and ginger tea on the mattress beside you. "Reckon I oughta row out and rescue ya, Missy?"