John x Abigail (or others lol) oneshots

Braiding Gun Slingin' Hair

Ouch. John winced as Abigail pulled tightly on a slightly knotted lock of hair, "Calm it, woman," He grumbled, "You're pullin' too hard." Normally, she'd probably lightly punch his shoulder, but Abigail's hands were occupied by his hair, divided into three sections, which were currently being braided. "You said I could braid 'yer hair," Abigail reminded, tugging at his hair, which earned a half-grumble half-squeak, which Abigail chuckled at. "Can't believe that you were a gunslinger. Gettin' shot at don't bother you none, but your hair gets pulled on and suddenly it's just the most tremendous pain." John blushed, though she couldn't see it. He huffed, pulling his knees up and resting his arms on them. Abigail scooted closer to him, which he knew being on her knees was probably gonna ruin her dress, but, she wanted to do this. Why, he didn't know. Braiding a mans hair felt strange to him, but, something about seeing her smile... He supposed, he aimed to please her, though only God knew why.

John shuffled slightly, leaning back a little, almost hoping to feel her. "John, I need your head up," John did as told, lifting his head up. "Thank you."

"So, why'd you want to do this anyway? I mean-" He bit his lip slightly, "Ain't it a little strange, doin' a mans hair?" Abigail shrugged slightly, still focused on Johns hair, "I guess,  but how's that 'mah problem?" John gave a wheezy giggle, "S'pouse it ain't." His hair almost had a straighter feel as it was being pulled. It was tight, but not tugging in all directions like it had been before.

"Aaaand, almost," She drawled out, focusing on the task at hand, "Done!" She exclaimed, pleased with herself. John could only imagine how dumb he looked. He'd perish the thought if he could, because it wasn't pretty.

The thought was gone, however, when he felt arms looping around him, and Abigail leaning herself up against him. She rested her head on top of his, which was an entirely new feeling. He'd never had a woman do that to him, but, in all honesty, he liked it. "Someone's happy." He grinned up at her as best he could. "I think your hair's cute like that." She said, before nuzzling his head ever so slightly. John couldn't help but make the quietest of, "M'hms!" in reaction.

There was a silence, but it wasn't a tense nor awkward one. However, there was something Abigail wanted to say. John could hear her tensing slightly, ready to speak, but she'd shut her mouth soon after. Slowly, John began to lean back more into her. Her fingers trailed down his chest, and he couldn't help but shiver ever so slightly.

"I--" Abigail stopped herself. John finally pulled away, but only to shift around so that they were facing each other. He gently cupped one of her hands into his own. "Yes?" Softly, he began rubbing his thumb across the top of her hand. But she pulled it away, smiling almost wickedly at him, but there was a bashfulness to it, too, "I-- 'ah was just gonna say... Liked it that way." Suddenly, before he could really register what was happening, she leaned forward and began kissing him. John was surprised, but it wasn't unwelcome. He wrapped his arms around her, but was taken aback when she pushed him against the ground. John sucked in a sharp breath when his back hit the grass, but Abigail leaned in again, giving him a rough kiss that left him gasping when she pulled away.

"Wow." He gave a wheezy laugh as she raised herself over him slightly. It was strange, being pinned down by a woman... but also very sexy. He didn't know if he'd ever felt so attracted to someone in all his life.

Abigail sat up, and oh boah did John had to force himself to look away because it was hot seeing her sitting up on his waist like that. He coughed nervously, earning a gentle laugh from Abigail. "We should," She smiled, looking away fondly, "We should head back. Don't want anyone gettin' the wrong idea of what we were up to." Abigail pushed herself up, and John began to sit up. He followed suit, walking behind, then next, to Abigail.

He didn't know how he felt about himself now. God, if anybody else at camp knew what he was thinkin' they'd hold it over him for years.

Abigail looked over at him, and the smile she had left him with a light stomach and thoughts that made him feel even more guilty than the last.

I love-

Stop.

Okay, maybe just a little.

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Abrupt end, I know, but I didn't have anywhere better to end it, and tbh it was fun writing at first but I'm done with this one lol, anywayyyyys, im chill with John x Abigail requests or suggestions

but uh, thanks for readin padna