| Early Morning
Summary: You hate waking up early, but you don't mind being up to pack a lunch for your clingy blue-collar boyfriend. | modern/blue collar!John Marston x gn!Reader, age gap implied, fluff, clingyness, established relationship
A/N: i was gonna write a pathetic, young, needy john but i just love dilf him too much. i also never see fics like this abt john??? (its always arthur ToT) and i think we need more of them. hes so divorced dad. so old rock. so blue collar. enjoy (images from pintrest) (dividers from here)
You wished you were a morning person. You really did.
When the sun was down, you couldn't help but get automatically sleepy. Your bed was too comfy. Too warm. Too safe. But ever since John Marston had started consistently staying the night, you found yourself setting your alarm for around 4 am.
You sometimes hated it.
Feeling the vibration of your alarm go off, you were pulled from the depths of sleep as you rushed to turn it off so it wouldn't wake John. Planting your face in the pillow, you let out a silent groan. Every part of you wanted to stay in bed. But you pushed yourself up anyway.
Yawning and stretching, you carefully climbed out of bed. Your feet hesitated against the cold floor. Starting toward the door, you glanced back at the sleeping man. He looked peaceful—which was a rarity. You wished you could let him sleep all day (mainly because you wanted to stay in bed with him all day). You flicked on a small lamp as you crept to the kitchen. The overhead light was absolutely horrible, and it was much too early to be blinded by what you knew would feel like staring directly at the sun. After retrieving leftovers from the fridge, you began to heat them up before dishing them into a thermos. The hum of the microwave filled the room as you pulled out a pan to start frying up eggs and bacon.
The routine, though quite different from what you were used to, was becoming wonderfully normal. Packing John's lunch, making him breakfast, seeing him off every morning—it made you fall more and more in love with him each time you did it. And it really wasn't too bad, your own job didn't start till nine so you always had plenty of time to go back to sleep. Kissing him goodbye was much better than waking up to an empty bed.
As you finished packing the lunch, careful footsteps creaked against the wooden floors. "Ya know I can do that," John yawned, his voice low and rougher than normal from sleep. A smile tugged at your lips as you plated the eggs and bacon. Hands wrapped around your waist and a face was buried into the back of your neck, making it slitghtly difficult for you to work. But you really didn't mind.
"I wanted to," you said simply.
Pulling away to grab him a cup of coffee, you didn't make it very far before he was pulling you back. Turning you around he gave a sleepy smile and bent down, kissing your lips slowly. You knew this could quickly turn into him being late for work, but you couldn't resist kissing him back. Your hands snaked under his jacket and around his torso and his held tightly to your waist. The kiss was almost lonely. You both knew it couldn't last very long. Early mornings, long shifts, late nights... John's work was demanding. But you were willing to wait up all night if you had to. When he pulled back, he lingered in a hug, his head hung and buried deep into the base of your neck.
"What did I do to deserve you?" he mumbled, his nose rubbing against your skin.
Giggling, you pulled back to pepper kisses all over his face. "Don't go acting like that, cowboy," you teased. "You deserve me alright. My incessant talking and my messy room and my dramatic outburst-" John silenced you with another kiss. This one shorter, but just as needy as the first.
"Alright," he chuckled. "I get it."
He ate quickly before grabbing his boots and keys. You stood by the door, still in pajamas with messy hair and bad breath, as you drilled him about his things. "Lunch?"
"Got it."
"Keys?"
He jingled them.
"Wallet?"
Pausing, John patted his pockets before feeling the bump of his wallet in his front left pocket (where it always was). "Yep."
You nodded, satisfied. "Good. That should be everything."
Shaking his head, John leaned down again, stealing another kiss. "There. Now I've got everything."
Smiling, you pecked his lips again, then frowned. "Do you have to go?" You whined, glancing up at him with the best sad puppy eyes you could muster.
John gave another laugh, but his eyes shone in agreement with your dispair. "I know, baby," he hummed, rubbing your arm. "But after today it's the weekend. And you'll have me all day tomorrow."
"But I want you todayyyy."
John rolled his eyes. "That's tempting, hun. But you know I can't." He placed a kiss on your hair. "I want to, if that's any consolation." You still pouted up at him, just to be a little dramatic. He laughed. "Okay, I get the message. I'll let you know when I get there safe."
You knew that was a lie. He always forgot and hardly ever called, let alone texted, but you knew he'd be back home to you soon. Giving one last kiss, you waved as he made his wau out the door. When you returned to bed, it was still comfortable, but no longer as warm. It was always nicer with John in it. Closing your eyes, you tried to fall back asleep, but today, you particularly missed him.
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That night, you had been waiting eagerly on the couch for John to come home. He had texted that he would be late, but didn't specify how late. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen, but after missing him all day you wished he would hurry up. Dinner was on the stove, waiting to be warmed up. You had piled blankets onto the couch as you watched tv and scrolled mindless on your phone, hoping it would make the minutes pass faster.
They didn't.
It was close to 11:00 pm when you got a short text.
'On my way.'
Jumping up, you turned the stove burner on to heat up the stew. You always like to wait to eat with him. Though, that night had been particularly hard so you had been munching on chips for the past three hours. It was closer to 11:30 when John pulled in. You were at the door before he could open it. As it swung open, he stood there with some semi-wilted looking flowers and cheap wine. You grinned as he stepped in, eyes down and tanned cheeks flushed red.
"I know it ain't fancy, but this week has been hard... so I figured-"
Standing on your toes, you placed a loving kiss on his scared cheek. "You figured right, Mr. Marston," you hummed, taking the flowers to put them in water before they died. It wasn't often that he did things like this, so you learned to enjoy the moments when he did. Returning to him, he embraced you tightly, inhaling your scent in a long and deep breath.
"Missed you," he muttered as you pulled away to dish out dinner.
You smiled. "I missed you more."
Scoffing as he grabbed the wine to open it, John rolled his eyes. "I ain't sure that's possible."
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The next morning wasn't so early. It was still dark when you woke, but it didn't matter. Rolling over, you stared at a sleeping John Marston. Peaceful and sweet and snoring slightly. You smiled. These were the moments that made all those early mornings worth it.
As you moved closer, John shifted, his arm finding your waist with a heavy laziness. "It's too early to be up," he gruffed. You pressed your cold nose to his chest.
"Sorry. You look peaceful when you sleep."
A small smile tugged at his lips. "Well, I ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin' when you're here with me." He pressed a kiss to your hair before letting out a long breath. Within minutes, he was asleep again. Smiling, you placed a kiss on his cheek and snuggled back against his chest, wishing that you could spend every early morning just like this.
