#john marston heacanons

[jjmbbg]

It's so familiar, and he knows him well

➤ AU!Arthur is alive and lives in Blackwater; He's Jack's favorite uncle obviously.

➨ Jack sat quietly under the evergreen tree to read the book that he just started the night before 'cause of his mother, who sent him to bed early (heck, it was just two in the morning).

The weather was cool, the sun was intense and so the wind, he liked it.

When he was just about to begin chapter fourteen of the book, he heard the gallop in the distance at the entrance to the farm. He raised his head to see who it was, although it would be difficult for him to tell 'cause of the rocks that would get in his field of vision.

He sighed and looked back at the book ready to resume reading. When he was halfway through, he heard Arthur Morgan's characteristic laugh.

ㅡ Whenever I come, you're immersed in a different book ㅡthe adult mocked, taking the cigarette out from between his lips and throwing it on the ground and then stepping on it.ㅡ What do you read?

ㅡ Uhm... ㅡhe whispered sadly.ㅡ Mom bought it for me and it's... uhm...

ㅡ Tell me now.

ㅡ It's "Pride and Prejudice".

ㅡ It's a good book ㅡthe adult murmured.ㅡ Are you liking it?

ㅡ I guess.

ㅡ You wanna come fishing with me?

ㅡ Fishing?

Oh, this conversation felt familiar.

ㅡ Sure, you're... old enough. Come on.

Jack stood up with the book under his arm, agreeing to Morgan's idea. He left his book in his room and returned with the adult, they went to look for the fishing rods that they kept in the barn and began their short trip to the same place where a few years ago Rufus was bitten by that snake, an experience painful for young Marston.

ㅡ And how are you adapting to this? You know... about Ross and the government guys...

ㅡ Pa killed Uncle Dutch?

Arthur didn't really know whether to answer him or not, or whether to tell him the truth.

ㅡ I'm not a child, okay? You can tell me.

ㅡ John killed him, and Bill, and Javier, remember Javier?

ㅡ A little ㅡhe opened up.ㅡ I didn't like him that much, neither did Bill... I liked Uncle Hosea ㅡhe smiled involuntarily, but he erased his smile a few seconds later.ㅡ It doesn't matter though, it's in the past, they're all dead.

ㅡ Your father and I are still here ㅡhe told him, grabbing the fish he had just caught.ㅡ Your mother too, and Uncle... sometimes.

ㅡ We are... the last thing left.

ㅡ We are the last thing left ㅡsaid the blonde looking at the landscape.ㅡ What a view.

ㅡ Yeah... my father chose a good place.

Morgan nodded slowly, looking at who he might consider his nephew.

They spent a few minutes in silence fishing, removing the fish from the rod and throwing them back into the water, although some of them were kept in the bucket that Jack had taken care of carrying. The tranquility of the atmosphere was interrupted by shots fired in the distance.

ㅡ That... ㅡJack stammered nervously.ㅡ That's...

ㅡ Hide ㅡArthur told him, leaving his rod on the ground. He took out his gun from the holster on his belt.ㅡ Now.

Jack didn't know how to react at the moment, he had to be pushed by the blonde behind a rock while he advanced up the hill. He saw him disappear, heard screams and more gunshots, then the horrible silence in the place.

Has he died?

His hands shook and he poked his head over the rock, there was no sign of Arthur.

He came out of hiding scared, wondering if he should call his uncle out loud. He swallowed hard when he heard footsteps on the ground coming his way, he closed his eyes fearing the worst.

ㅡ They left ㅡhe heard. He opened the orbs.ㅡ Are you okay?

ㅡ Y-yes... yes! ㅡhe answered nervously.ㅡ I... I-I wasn't afraid, no, no...

ㅡ It's okay to be afraid sometimes ㅡhe told him, patting his shoulder.ㅡ It was a lot of adrenaline today, don't you think? Come on, I'll take you home.

ㅡ Okay ㅡthe teenager agreed, still nervous.ㅡ Are you... sure they're not going to come back?

Arthur looked at him in silence and nodded, giving him a push to get on the horse which he went to look for, since he had fled due to the gunshots.

The ride back to his house was silent, Jack looked everywhere hoping not to see someone else, someone who might pull the trigger out of nowhere. When they arrived, Abigail was standing on the porch of the house next to John.

Ugh, how weird it was to see them kiss. They never have, or at least not with him nearby or in sight.

ㅡ Yikes, separate now ㅡhe said, climbing the few steps that led to the porch.ㅡ I'm going to cry blood, folks.

ㅡ Oh, close your mouth ㅡhis mother mumbled, John next to her chuckled.ㅡ Are you okay? You look pale.

ㅡ 'm fine ㅡhe answered.ㅡ We brought fish and... uhm... I'll go lie down.

ㅡ Hey, kid ㅡArthur called him. Jack turned to look at him momentarily.ㅡ You're okay, I know you are.

Perhaps Arthur Morgan understood him more than he could understand himself.

[josiah-trelawny]

Can you do John jerking off headcanons please??

John Marston Masturbating

(gc: elenafishersps1) i sure can duder

john’s not a teenager with a super high sex drive anymore, so he doesn’t really masturbate much. but ever since you joined the gang? he can’t help himself

he’s almost painfully hard by the end of the week. it’s difficult enough for him to not stare at you, and keeping his mind from wandering is nearly impossible

as soon as he goes into his tent, he’s undoing his belt, tossing his gun holster onto the ground, and hastily pulling his work pants down to his ankles

it’s easy enough for him to imagine that you’re the one pumping your hand over his cock. he’s been thinking about it— dreaming about it— for who knows how long

john’s groans are drawn out, desperate, and muffled. when he was a stupidly horny 16yr old, he got used to quieting himself. it’s been so long since he’s masturbated, and this time he has a specific person to masturbate to, so it’s a hell of a lot more difficult to keep his lips sealed

his hips are twitching at his own neediness and he can’t resist jerking upwards into his grip. he can’t stop thinking about you, thinking about how beautiful you’d look naked, thinking about how good you’d feel touching him, thinking about how good it would feel to touch you

it’s almost pathetic how short of a time it takes for john to reach his orgasm. his cum shoots over his hand in a panicky spurt, thick and heavy

[ttuesday]

uh oh! somehow, reader got beat up. pretty bad. thankfully, though, they made it back to camp alive. how would the VDL boys react? 👀

Arthur

When Arthur saw you stumbling into camp, it felt as though his heart stopped for a second. He immediately blames himself, angry that he wasn’t there for you and that this happened.

He stays with you as some of the others patch you up. Arthur does what he can to help clean your wounds but he focuses on helping you through the pain and trying to distract you.

Arthur’s lost a lot of people in his life and he’s very scared of losing you too. As you drift off to a dreamless sleep, Arthur stays with you. He’s not sure if you’ll make it through the night and that is the scary thought he’s had in years.

Charles

Charles tries to stay calm. He knows that if he panics then that will make everything worse. He leaves Susan and some of the others work of stitching you up. Charles was going to do it but when he went to help, he noticed his hands shaking in fear.

That’s never happened to him before but it confirms to Charles how much he cares about you. While you rest, Charles thinks back to all the incredible memories you’ve made together.

Deep down, Charles is scared you won’t be able to make anymore memories with him. He knows there not much he can do now other than hope you’ll wake up so he can tell you that he loves you.

Dutch

Dutch is in a rage. He’s not mad at you or the bastards that did this, the main person he’s mad at is himself.

How could he let this happen? Out of all people, he’s let you down. You, the one person that’s been there for him and helped him through so much. He stays awake all night, watching you and making sure you get some rest.

Dutch needs a plan and he needs to make people pay for this. He can’t think of the possibility of you not getting through this. As you sleep, he promises you that this will never happen again.

Micah

Micah’s never really felt stressed or worried about other people’s health before so this is all new to him. And so Micah reacts the best way he knows how… argue with everyone.

He snaps at Susan and Mary-Beth to work faster on getting you stitched up, punches whoever teases him for caring and eventually he’s told to take a walk to calm down.

Micah stays with you all night, watching you for any sudden spurt of pain. He’s bad at comforting people but he needs you. Micah’s never realised how much you mean to him until now and he doesn’t want to let go of you.

John

The realization slowly sinks in for John. When he first saw you wearily making your way into camp, limping and clutching your side, he didn’t think it would be this serious.

Everything feels like a fever dream. He knows you’re all objectively bad people but you don’t deserve any this. This is a big reality check for John and helps him evaluate who he truly cares about in his life.

John tries to keep himself distracted as he sits beside your bed. He’s never been much of a reader but he picks up whatever books you have lying around and starts to read them. He can’t think about the worst case scenario, not right now.

Javier

Javier’s scared. He can’t keep still, pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair and then wringing his hand together.

He talks to you throughout everything. When you first got back, he told you how everything was going to be alright and as the others focused on your wounds, he continued to promise you that this won’t be the end for you.

As you sleep, Javier softly sings to you in Spanish. He sings his favourite songs all night and occasionally wipes a stray tear away as he wonders if you’ll recover. 

Bill

Bill panics. He can feel this ball of worry building in his gut as you groan in pain. He knows that technically it was always a possibility you’d get hurt but it’s something he never truly thought about.

He wants to be there for you and he tries to help stitch up one of your wounds but he’s too heavy handed and you hiss in pain. That makes him panic more.

When everything seems to quieten down and you finally get some rest, Bill talks to you. Really he’s just talking to himself but he comes up with different deals, promising to take you to one of those fancy restaurants and buy you a new gun if you get better.

Sean

The instant Sean saw you, he dashed over to help you walk. He makes sure the entire camp knows you need help within seconds of your arrival.

Sean refuses to think of any negative thoughts. They’re not an option. You’re going to get through this and get better, and maybe in a few months time you and him will laugh about this.

He constantly asks the others about if they think you’ll pull through. Sean needs reassurance and for someone else to tell him everything will be ok.

Hosea

Hosea has seen a lot of injuries. Sometimes he’s the one that’s had to patch people up, other times he was the one being patched up. He knows how this works and how to help.

He tries his best to think of this logically and he stays by your side. Hosea overlooks all of your injuries as people hurry around to help. Hosea makes sure everyone does their job perfectly, this isn’t something people can mess up on.

As the night draws in, Hosea holds your hand and gives it a squeeze every few minutes. He knows he should plan for any outcome but gets too distracted by how peaceful you look.