rdr2 oneshots

John martson- flirting (male reader)

(requested by my friend )

Although you and the gang were rushed into the new camp, it sure does beat the snowy terrible mountains. How people were freezing their asses off, how davey sadly passed away fom the gunshot and coldness combine,that poor adler lady freaking out, then last but not least john getting attacked . The mountains wasnt a healthy place both mentally and physically. weeks went by since then and youre now into horse shoe overlook.

"mr. (y/l/n)" miss grimsaw called out while speed walking to you. confused, you looked at her while tilting your head. youve just about all of your chores around the camp and went out on little missions for dutch, what could she of wanted?

"miss grimshaw." rasing an eyebrow as you grabbed a cig, offering her one, but she refused.

"I cant keep the others in check while looking after mr. marston, i was wodering if you could do one last clean up on his wounds while making sure he doesnt lift anything too heavy" grimshaw requested, sounded like she really needed it.

accepting the task, she thanked you while walking away to scold mary-beth for reading.

you walked around the camp looking for john, only to find him sitting on his bed in his tent. John looked miserable as he dranked his whiskey.

"mr. martson! I'll be your doctor for today for susan is busy" martson looked scared, like he been through the wolf accident once again.

"no offense (y/n) but i dont trust anyone to touch the wounds, and im perfectly fine cleaning them alone. " John looked at you, grabbing a wet rag and getting it ready for the cleaning. Martson took off his shirt to dab at the wound. which it ended in him dropping the rag, seemingly he applied to much pressure. you stood there with your arms crossed while smirking. John realized that he needed you, looking at you with regret and shame.

"dont get cocky (y/l/n)" He mumbled, giving you the rag as you grabbed medical supplies.

"dont worry, susan said this would be the last cleaning. So in about a week you should be able to run and do missions" you gently applied the rag on his chest, causing him to hiss. you placed your hand on his thigh and mumbled a "sorry" after focusing on johns chest, you moved up to his face scars.

"this should be the last wound martson." John gave a grunt and a nod in reply, letting you put your hand on his cheek, getting close to him to make sure you got any dirt and dried up blood from his cheek. Johns face grew a light tint of pink as he seem to avoid eye contact. smirking, you moved away to clean off the rag.

"Dont get too shy now, its almost like you enjoy men this close to your face" you teased, laughing. John mouth went open with a look of confuse and offended on it.

"Hey now! dont you try that with me, susan made you clean me. youre the one who got that close with me mr (y/n)" john responded, still embarrased. This just made you smirk even more as you walk to him, getting closer to his face while putting one hand on his cheek gently.

"Who wouldnt want to get close to you? I know i do" you chuckled, watching his eye flicker to your eyes and down to your lips a few time.

"(y/n) can you close the flap"