I love your sinners works!! If you have the time could you do a request for how the sinners characters would react to their human loved one being sick or injured?
Remmick
Remmick is a disaster. The second you say, “I don’t feel very well,” he’s already hovering. You wake up to find him sitting beside the bed staring at you.
“…Ye still breathin’?”
“…Yes?”
“Good.”
Five minutes later: “…Still breathin’?”
You sigh. “Remmick.”
He’s genuinely distressed because human illnesses make no sense to him. He can’t fight a cold. He can’t threaten it. He can’t bite it. He spends the entire illness glued to your side, constantly checking your temperature with the back of his hand.
If you cough? He looks personally offended.
“Who did that to ye?”
“It’s a virus.”
“Where is it?”
“Remmick—”
“WHERE?!”
At night he curls around you like a protective blanket and refuses to leave. Our favourite vamp raccoon refuses to leave you.
Stack
Stack becomes a surprisingly competent nurse. He pretends he’s annoyed at first though. “Baby, I leave ya alone for five minutes and yer immune system starts freelancin’.”
Meanwhile he’s already got: water, medicine, blankets, soup and three different thermometers all at the ready for you.
“Drink.”
“I’m not thirsty.”
“Wasn’t a suggestion.” He’s actually worried sick. If you fall asleep against him he’ll immediately stop moving because he’s terrified of waking you. Then he’ll sit there for four hours with his leg asleep because his baby human is sick and needs his affection.
Mary
Mary becomes incredibly gentle and motherly. She’s the type who quietly appears with tea before you’ve even asked.
Need another blanket? She’s already bringing it. Need medicine? Already handled. Need someone to sit with you? She’s there.
The scary thing is how calm she remains. You’d think she wasn’t worried at all. Then she brushes your hair away from your forehead and asks: “Tell me honestly. How bad is it?”
And suddenly you realize she’s been worrying the whole time. She’s just hiding it better than the others.
Bo
Bo acts like you’re being dramatic. For approximately ten minutes. Then he sees you actually look miserable and decides he has to do something about it. “Alright. Move over.”
He takes over the entire situation. No arguments. You’re staying in bed. You’re drinking water. You’re eating something.
The funniest part? He absolutely babies you while pretending he isn’t. “I’m not fussin’ over ya.”
He’s literally adjusting your blankets. “I’m just fixin’ this.”
He’s literally checking your temperature. “Shut up and get better already.”
Bert
You sneeze once and Bert appears from another room like a demon summoned from hell. “WHAT WAS THAT?”
“A sneeze.”
“YOU SURE? SOUNDED LIKE Y’WERE DYIN’!” He spends the first day convinced you’re dying. The second day he’s convinced you’re recovering. The third day he’s worried again. He has no consistency. But he never leaves. He’s constantly making terrible jokes because he hates seeing you miserable.
“Good news.”
“What?”
“If ya turn into a zombie I’ll still love ya.”
You then spend the day cuddling on the couch and him smooching your forehead every 30 seconds because he believes it’s healing you somehow. He will however search for a doctor eventually.
Joan
Joan researches everything. By day two she’s read seventeen medical articles. You mention a symptom once and she remembers it forever. “Your cough sounds better than yesterday.”
“…How do you know that?”
“I made notes.”
“You made notes?!”
She made notes. A whole notebook of notes.
You discover she’s been tracking your temperature, appetite, sleep and symptoms like an actual doctor. She’s basically conducting a scientific study called: how to keep my human alive.
Cornbread
Cornbread is calm. The kind of calm that means he’s already decided he’s not leaving your side until you’re better. You wake up and he’s in the chair. You nap and he’s still in the chair. You wake up again.
Still there.
“Have you moved?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause you’re sick.”
If you try getting out of bed he’ll just point.
“Back.”
“Cornbread—”
“Back.”
Will bear-crush you at night and tell you that he isn’t leaving your side until you get better.
Annie
Annie is the sweetest nurse imaginable. She has it all covered. Soup, tea, fresh blankets, warm compresses and soft kisses on your forehead. She turns your room into the coziest place on Earth. And she talks to you constantly because she knows being sick can feel lonely.
“Need anything, sweetheart?”
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll ask again in ten minutes.”
And she does. Every ten minutes. At some point you wake up to find she fell asleep sitting beside your bed with her hand still holding yours.
Is there a fic where (Y/n) and Bert cuddle while sleeping but (Y/n) finds out her bf has the most oddest sleeping positions and now tangled up with her bf
Like for me if I wrote that (Y/n) be having so much running through her mind and if she wonders if her and Bert ever gonna get to school 😭
prompt: "You do realise you've been staring for ten minutes already?"
character: bert (mary poppins) x female reader
You couldn't quite believe all that you'd been experiencing lately. The magical woman that was Mary Poppins had quite literally flown into your lives and changed it all for the better. You were quite glad you'd been visiting your sister, her husband and your niece and nephew this week so that you were around for all of the magical chaos.
"Come and see this, Aunt (y/n)!" Jane, your niece, grinned tugging you over to look at one of Bert's chalk creations he'd drawn onto the tiled pavement.
"There's us!" Michael, your nephew, shouted excitedly as he crouched to point at the two small chalk children and the taller, smiling woman who you recognised to be me.
"Oh, Bert's drawn me too." A smile pulled your lips upwards, glancing over your shoulder to smile at the chimney sweep who was smiling back at you. You turned back trying not to let the red from your cheeks be seen by him.
You'd only met Bert this week, met him through the children and Mary Poppins, but my god, he was charming. He was handsome, funny, caring and he just seemed like a good man. You'd developed a little fancy for him. It was silly, you thought, but it wasn't silly, not to Bert.
"You do realise you've been staring at (y/n) for ten minutes?" A voice chimed next to Bert making him snap out of his trance. He'd been watching you with your niece and nephew, watched as you entertained them, watched as you smiled and laughed.
"I 'ave not," he said, red coating his cheeks as Mary Poppins smirked knowingly next to him, "just admiring my work is all."
"Or admiring the children's Aunt."
Bert breathed through his nose, readjusting his grip on the chimney sweeper he held, "She's nice, that's all."
Mary Poppins smiled at him, resting a kind hand on his forearm, "S'quite alright, Bert. She had the same reaction when I caught her staring at you yesterday."
Bert nodded as Mary Poppins walked off before he realised what she'd said, "'Ang on a minute! She what?!"
hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3
of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods.
Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers
miguel:
you and miguel are so close
the age difference does not affect him at all
he is very protective of you before cobra kai
but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈
let’s just say that this kid is bothering you
miguel definitely notices and scares them off
you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that
“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”
you were so excited for him at the all valley
you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything
miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do
karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you
miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads
“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺
you wear his hoodies all the time
they are very big on you, but very comfy
you help him with sam
“i punched her in the face” “what why?”
“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”
when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it
“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy”
johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel
y’all hang out together
his friends are your friends and vice versa
your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”
when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny
“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”
but then you cry into his chest
when miguel wakes up you’re at school
you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up
you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him
“i love you too y/n now get off me”
you can’t keep up with his love life
“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?”
overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother
robby:
you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)
you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)
“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”
when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift
you actually go to school, unlike him
“just skip y/n” “no robby”
it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again
“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him
you go to the skatepark with him
he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)
when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to
he feels so awkward about it
“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”
robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)
i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions
like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something
he also knows how to cheer you up :)))
“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”
when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him
because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that
you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves
“why can’t she just be our mom?”
when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies
but quickly explains that he can’t leave you
daniel tells robby that you can come too
“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”
you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point
“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room
when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him
you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go
“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”
you just understand each other
when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too
you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you
you have many arguments about this
“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”
robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny
the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do
eli/hawk:
okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what
you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once
you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)
you encourage him to do karate
when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him
now the roles are reversed
hawk protects you now
no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him
i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you
“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”
sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉
he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”
you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli
“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*
“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”
“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”
one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch
“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you
hawk has a proud brother moment
anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”
his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you
“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”
“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!”
as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it
as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs
“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”
when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks
you confront him about his new behavior
“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!”
you’re crying and then storm off to your room
that breaks him
is highkey the start of his redemption
when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”
literally motivates him to fix things
you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back
you hug him so tight
“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”
bonus demetri:
he is a nerd, you are a nerd
the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together
“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”
you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic
it gets on your nerves
bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt
“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”
even though you’re a nerd you’re cool
like you have a lot of friends in your grade
“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume
listen to his rants about how eli’s changed
you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out
so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do
“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone”
demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do
if you do join great more sibling bonding
if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties
y’all go to the comic book store together
its sibling bonding time
you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing
“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!”
you sign his cast first
you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand
you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮
“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”
very obvious about your distaste for her
when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary
“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”
eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms
“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”
your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing
bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:
you are older than him by like a year
but you’re still besties for life
you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai
“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”
you always ruffle his hair
cheer for him at the all valley
“yeah bert!”
but also like you can’t watch
when he gets eliminated you cringe
he’s sad about it
“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great”
your opinion matters so much to him
he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺
seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft
“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?”
bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero
y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period
Arena mode characters make the very small part of my brain with a desire to pound or be pounded go brrrrrrrr.
fuck yes !!! ugh, imagine bert having you suck him off under the counter while he works, or dave fucking you silly before takeoff in the helicopter, or skinner strapping you down to an operation table and fucking you 'till you see stars. . .
Ngl I love your Sinners fanfics since they're the only ones that are closer to getting Cornbread content. I do have one request in mind right now: Since you did one on the reader getting jealous how would the vampires react to being jealous themselves?
Cornbread
Cornbread sees it and sighs like you’re giving him extra work. “Oh hell no…don’t make me get up.”
He tries ignoring it for a minute. He wants to avoid the effort. But when the flirting continues? He stands, cracks his neck, and strolls over with the slow confidence of a man who knows everyone should be scared of him.
“Move along,” he says simply.
If they don’t? He steps closer. Too close. “I said: move along. Champ.”
Then he puts an arm around your shoulders and grumbles: “Why people always gotta go after what’s mine…? Should I tattoo my name on your forehead for ‘em to get the fuckin’ point?” Proceeds to kiss said forehead and you both walk away.
Stack
Stack acts amused. That’s how you know he’s jealous. Some guy at the bar buys you a drink? Stack starts grinning like he’s watching a comedy special.
“Oh this is adorable,” he says, leaning back. “Lil’ man thinks he has a chance.”
The stranger gets cocky and touches your arm. Stack’s smile disappears instantly. He stands slowly, walks over, takes your drink from your hand, downs it in one go, then wraps an arm around your waist.
“Lemme help ya out, buddy,” he says pleasantly. “That one’s taken.”
The guy scoffs. Big mistake. Stack leans in close enough for his eyes to flash red. “Now walk away before I stop using manners.”
Afterward he’s all smug—pulling you into his lap, kissing your shoulder, muttering: “People got real bad survival instincts around you, baby.”
Mary
Mary gets real mad real quick. You’ll be chatting happily with someone and suddenly realize Mary’s gone quiet beside you. Very quiet. Then she smiles politely at the person flirting with you.
And somehow that’s worse.
“Oh sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve misunderstood the situation.”
The room suddenly feels ten degrees colder. The flirt nervously laughs. Mary doesn’t. She steps beside you, smooth as silk, and gently fixes your collar like she owns you.
Because she does.
“You’re wasting your time,” she says sweetly. “They’re already spoken for.”
Then she takes your hand and leads you away with perfect elegance while the poor soul behind you reconsiders every life choice they’ve ever made.
Bo
Bo gets OFFENDED. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”
You’re just standing there while some stranger flirts. “Nah, nah, hold on. I leave ya unattended for FIVE minutes and suddenly folks think there’s applications open?”
He marches over, grabs your waist possessively, and points at himself. “Do I look dead to you? ‘Cause I’m standin’ right here.”
The stranger awkwardly apologizes. Bo just laughs humorlessly.
“Damn right.” Then he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “And you. Smilin’ all pretty at people. D’ya enjoy seein’ me suffer or somethin’?”
Meanwhile his hand never leaves your hip the rest of the night. Not once.
Bert
Bert gets jealous in the funniest possible way.“OH this motherfucker’s flirting.”
You almost choke laughing because he says it with genuine betrayal. The stranger tries to introduce themselves and Bert shakes their hand aggressively.
“Hi. Husband. Existing husband. Current husband. Permanent husband.”
The person leaves almost immediately.
Bert turns to you, offended. “Did you SEE that? Right in front of me! The nerve!”
You’re laughing too hard to answer. He grabs your face dramatically. “Baby. How dare ya?! I’m sensitive. Delicate. Frail. I demand kisses! Now!” Proceeds to kiss you all over your face.
Five minutes later he’s over it and asking if you wanna get fries.
Joan
Joan’s jealousy is terrifying because she remains perfectly composed. Someone flirts with you at a bookstore café and Joan simply watches from across the room.
Calm. Elegant. Deadly.
Then she closes her book, stands, and glides over.
“Darling,” she says to you warmly, completely ignoring the stranger at first. “There you are.”
She kisses your hand. Only then does she acknowledge the other person with a small glance. “…Still here?”
The flirt stammers something awkward.
Joan smiles faintly. “How persistent.”
You can practically hear the person’s survival instincts activating. Joan loops her arm through yours and walks away without another word, entirely confident you’ll follow.
You do. Obviously.
Annie
Annie gets clingy when jealous. Someone compliments you and suddenly Annie is attached to your arm like glue.
“Oh wow,” she says brightly. “That’s so sweet! They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
You can already hear the danger underneath the cheerfulness. The stranger nods nervously. Annie smiles wider. Then she kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your temple.
One after another until you’re laughing.
“Annie—”
“What?” she asks innocently. “I’m just loving my partner.”
The stranger excuses themselves almost immediately.
Annie waits until they’re gone before hugging you tightly. Then she asks for cuddles as compensation for her suffering.
Remmick
Remmick notices immediately.
Doesn’t matter if someone just smiled at you for too long or touched your shoulder in conversation…his head snaps towards it. At first he tries to behave. He stands there with his arms crossed, jaw flexing, eyes narrowed into slits while he watches some idiot laugh at your jokes a little too eagerly.
Then you smile back. Oh, now he’s suffering.
He lets out the most wounded sigh imaginable and mutters to himself:
“…Aye. Fine. Cool. Great. Love that.”
You don’t even realize he’s crossed the room until suddenly he’s behind you, chest against your back, chin dropping heavily onto your shoulder.
“Hi,” he says loudly with a large fanged grin.
The poor soul flirting with you goes pale immediately because Remmick is staring at them like he’s mentally measuring their coffin.
You try not to laugh. “Remmick—”
“No, no, continue,” he says sweetly, smile stretched too wide. “Don’t let me interrupt ye flirtin’ with me beloved.”
The person says. “I wasn’t flirting.”
“Mmhm.” He does not believe them. One arm snakes around your waist possessively.
“…D’ye mind?” he finally asks them. “Yer seconds away from becomin’ dinner.”
They leave QUICK. The second they’re gone, Remmick turns to you with narrowed eyes.“Did ye enjoy that?”
You grin. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?! Oh, that’s cruel. Yer cruel.” He clutches his chest dramatically. “Flirted with another man right in front o’ me beautiful giant eyes.”
“I smiled at him once.” You tried to justify yourself.
“TWICE.” Then he proceeds to drag you away by the hand so he can sulk in private. Except his sulking mostly consists of him wrapped around you like an overgrown bat while grumbling into your neck. “Should bite people who look at ye too long. Would solve a lotta problems.”
You laugh and kiss his cheek.
He immediately softens.
“…Alright,” he mumbles. “Maybe not bite. Maybe just hiss at ‘em. Very loudly.”
Man I love ur Sinners headcannons(closest thing I could get to Cornbread x reader content tbh) I have one cute request...well two where the reader kisses them off guard or the vampire is asleep and the reader comes in and cuddles with them.
Remmick
He'd been reading, or pretending to anyways, sprawled out on the couch. Maybe it was how soft his lips looked in that moment, or the way he'd been muttering to himself in that lilting Irish drawl you loved so much...
You couldn't help yourself.
You leaned down and kissed him. Remmick froze for only a moment. For a heartbeat, he didn't move at all.
And then he smiled.
Before you could pull away, his hand shot up, cupping the back of your neck and bringing you right back down to deepen the kiss.
"Oh no, darlin’. Ye don't get to just kiss me once and run off. That's not real polite, s'it now? No no...Me thinks you best gimme another piece of sugar. Me thinks I deserve it." He then kissed you again. His thumb brushed over your jaw, coaxing you closer, savoring every second of his little special moment with his special person.
When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, and he was grinning widely.
"And now...me thinks we should get rid of all yer clothes and get to the bedroom before I lose my patience and just take ye on the couch instead."
You laughed softly, still dazed. "Well...okay then. Guess we have to move."
He smirked, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before effortlessly carrying you. "Oh, we definitely do, mo chroi."
Remmick adores you. There’s nothing more to say. He loves the kisses and treats each one of them like a treasure.
Stack
Stack had been leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, talking your ear off about another ridiculous plan of his. He was throwing you that lopsided grin that always meant trouble and kept making you laugh.
You didn’t plan to kiss him. You just…did.
You leaned in while he was mid-sentence. The words died on his tongue the instant your lips touched his. For half a second, he froze, blinking like he wasn’t sure what just happened. Then his hand shot out, catching you by the hip before you could retreat.
“Well, damn,” he breathed against your mouth, his grin curling back in place, showing you that golden tooth. "Didn’t know it was that kinda conversation."
You tried to step back, but he wasn’t having it. He tugged you closer until you stumbled into his lap. "Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Y'don’t get to drop a bomb like that and just walk away."
He kissed you again and is thumb brushed along your jaw, tilting your face just enough so he could catch the little sound you made when he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, still smiling.
"Thanks, baby. Been wantin' to do that all damn day."
You laughed breathlessly and he squeezed your waist before letting you go.
"Now," he added, eyes glinting, "or you can either pretend that didn’t just happen…or you can stay right here for round two. Your call, baby."
No need to say, you ended up having one hell of a make out session after that.
Mary
Mary was sitting cross-legged on the couch, painting her nails cherry red while humming under her breath. You’d been watching her for a while and before you even realized what you were doing, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers.
She gasped, the brush slipping and leaving a streak of red across her thumb.
You pulled back, mortified. "Mary, I—"
But before you could finish apologising, she caught your chin between her fingers and tilted your face back toward hers. The corner of her mouth curled into a slow, knowing smile.
"Well, sugar plum," she murmured, "if that’s your way of sayin’ hello, I’ve been greetin’ people wrong my whole life."
She leaned in and kissed you. She tasted like cherries. "You tryin’ to kill me again, sweet thing? My poor heart can’t take surprises like that."
You smiled shyly. "I didn’t mean to—"
"Oh, hush," she interrupted with a laugh, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. "You meant it. And I loved it. End of story."
You smiled and kissed her again. At least, you knew now that kissing Mary would never be a problem.
Bo Chow
Bo was leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands stained faintly with motor oil and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was talking about something, some repair job of some kind. You’d been trying real hard to focus on what he was saying, but you kept getting lost in the curve of his mouth, the rough rasp in his tone, the glint of sweat on his throat from working under the sun.
And then you just…did it.
You stepped close, plucked the cigarette from his lips, and kissed him.
The world stopped for a heartbeat.
Bo didn’t move. Then, as the shock melted into a grin, his hand came up fast to cup your cheek and he hummed into the kiss.
When he pulled away, that grin of his turned into a smirk. "Well, hell. If I knew ya were gonna do that, I’d’ve stopped talkin’ sooner."
You laughed, a little flustered, trying to step back, but he tugged you right back against him. His thumb brushed over your lip, his gaze dark and warm all at once.
"Hey hey now…none o’ that," he tutted playfully. "Not done yet. Ya don’t just light a fire and walk away, baby. That’s not how it works."
He kissed you again with his arms around your body and chuckled before finally letting you go. He wiped his thumb along your jaw where a little smear of oil had rubbed off. "Now look what ya made me do. Got grease all over ya. Guess I’ll have to clean ya up later, huh?"
And he scrubbed you squeaky clean…
Cornbread
Cornbread was half-asleep on the couch when you did it. He’d been sprawled there like a cat, one arm draped over his eyes, the other dangling off the side of the couch holding a half-empty glass. You’d been watching him for a while. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t even think before leaning in.
Your lips brushed his, soft as a breath.
He froze for half a second, then his lips curved into that lazy, lopsided grin you knew too well.
"Well, I’ll be damned," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. "Didn’t know I was dreamin’ yet."
You started to pull away, embarrassed, but his hand came up slow and steady, catching you by the back of the neck. His thumb traced your jaw, calloused and gentle all at once.
"Uh-uh," he said, his eyes opened now. "Ain’t no way you’re kissin’ me like that and walkin’ off. No ma’am/sir."
He tugged you closer, just enough for your lips to meet his again. His free hand came to rest at your waist, keeping you there while he deepened the kiss. When he eventually let you go, his grin had gone soft around the edges. "You got a funny way of wakin’ a man up," he teased. "But I like it."
You rolled your eyes, but he chuckled and tipped his head back against the couch. "Don’t stop on my account," he added, patting his chest with a wink. "Reckon I could get used to that kinda alarm clock."
Annie
You found her at her worktable, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy braid, muttering to herself as she pressed dried herbs into little glass jars.
She didn’t even notice you coming up behind her.
"Annie?" you whispered her name softly, and she turned just as you leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t long. Just a quick, impulsive press of lips. But it was enough to stop her completely.
Her eyes went wide with her lips parting slightly in awe. "Oh—oh my stars," she breathed out, voice trembling with surprise and delight.
You started to step back, suddenly shy, but Annie’s l hands caught your shirt. "Wait—" she said quickly with a happy smile. "Now, where are you runnin’ off to?"
You blinked, amused, but before you could answer, she was already tugging you back in.
This time she kissed you. Her hands lingered against your chest, feeling your heartbeat, grounding herself in it. When she pulled back, she chuckled, her eyes crinkling with happiness. "Now how am I supposed to focus on work?"
You smiled, brushing your thumb against her cheek. "Guess you’ll just have to take a break."
She looked at you, then at the herbs on the table, then back at you and laughed again, bright and gentle. "Yeah. Maybe I will."
And when she leaned in for another kiss, it tasted faintly of honey and sunshine.
Bert
It wasn’t planned. You just… did it.
Bert froze. Eyes wide. Lips still parted from whatever snarky comment he’d been about to make. For one glorious second, you saw his entire brain stop processing…then his eyebrows shot up.
"…Did—did you just—" He blinked. "—kiss me?"
You smirked. "Mhm."
Before you could pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck and laughed, low and breathless. "Oh, hell yeah. Come here, darlin’."
The next kiss was hungry and messy, his hands cupping your face, pulling you closer until your breath hitched. He smiled against your mouth and licked inside your mouth…chasing your taste like a starving dog. You broke away and his grin was downright wicked. "Thanks for the gift, baby."
You started to say something, but he cut you off by kissing you again. "Mm-mm. Not done yet. Daddy needs his sugar. Give it here."
You shoved at his shoulder and laughed. And when you kissed him again, he hummed against your lips, smiling so hard you felt it.
Joan
Joan was arranging a stack of papers at the dining table. You watched her for a moment, the way the lamplight caught her silhouette and highlighted the sharp elegance of her features.
You leaned in and kissed her.
She froze immediately, paper trembling in her hands. Her eyes went wide, shock flickering across her otherwise composed face.
Before you could step back, Joan’s hand lifted, brushing your cheek with the gentlest touch. Her fingers lingered there as she leaned into you, meeting your lips with a slow, deliberate kiss. When she pulled away, her eyes softened, glimmering with something she rarely let anyone see.
Her hand remained against your cheek as she leaned back just slightly, her gaze lingering, soft but intense. "A rather sweet kiss. I suppose…I’ll allow it. And I suppose you have another one for me? It would be rude to not kiss me again."
You grinned, leaning in for another quick peck, and she let out a small laugh before hugging you tightly.
Hey Charlie! Not sure if when you cleared out your inbox a week or two ago that included my request so I’m resending it if that’s okay. And if it wasn’t then just ignore this lol. But still thank you again for all the wonderful ideas of others you bring to life.
I was thinking of slashers just in general or of your choice, but especially Remmick (and his vampires), and Father Paul, with a new face/patient to St. Louis who’s like a shifter from Twilight (yes twilight 💀). Same wolf shifter abilities, etc.
Perhaps their file reads “commonly described as “coyote-like” in demeanor”
Reason for Admission: Disassociation, Chronic insomnia, Hypervigilance, Nonverbal episodes, Suspected PTSD, History of emotional trauma, Mistrust of authority; resistant to treatment.
Initial Observations:, Patient presents as aloof, alert, and hyper-aware of surroundings. Displays a quiet, emotionally repressed demeanor, but reacts to perceived threats with sharp sarcasm or sudden withdrawal. Physical signs of past injury (scars, bruising) observed. Patient refused to disclose origins. Exhibits high-functioning independence, despite obvious exhaustion and erratic sleep cycles. Often communicates nonverbally—shrugs, eye flicks, brief nods—but can speak fluently when comfortable.
Stack
At first? Stack watched you like a cat watches thunder. Cautious, but curious. You had that bite to you—the snappy, dry one-liners when someone got too close. You could shut down a conversation with a single raised brow or dismissive flick of your eyes.
And Stack? He loved it.
“You always this prickly, pup?” he muttered one day, grinning while leaning on a cracked vending machine. “Or am I special?”
You looked at him. Cold. Then smirked—a fleeting flash of teeth. “Only around mosquitoes.”
He laughed. Deep, easy, amused.
“Good. Keep that spark. Makes the blood sweeter.”
When you stalked the halls barefoot at 3AM, head low, eyes sharp, he’d fall into step behind you with a lazy grin and a cigarette hanging from his lips (even if he couldn’t light it).
“You shiftin’ tonight, or just itchin’ to rip someone’s throat out?”
“Depends who talks to me next.”
He loved that answer.
Mary
From the moment you stepped into the courtyard, barefoot and sleepless with that haunted, hungry look in your eyes—Mary noticed. She was lounging in the shade with one leg draped over the side of the bench, lazily swirling a lollipop in her mouth like she didn’t have a care in the world. But her gaze followed you.
Watched you. Sized you up.
She didn’t say anything for a few days. Just watched. But she started popping up in the same places as you more often. Cafeteria. Courtyard. Therapy rec room. Always casually—like it was coincidence.
Then one day, after you brushed past her in the hallway—no eye contact, just tension coiled tight beneath your skin—Mary gave a crooked grin and said:
“Ya walk like you’re always ready to bolt. What are ya so afraid of, sugar?”
You froze mid-step. Turned slowly to look at her. She tilted her head, that cherry red lipstick catching the light. Mary hovered just a touch to your side, a soft spring in her posture even in concern. Her Southern drawl folded around her words like honey:
“Ya okay, darlin’?”
She didn’t rush, but she didn’t wait either—placing a comfort charm in view: a small jar of salted water rimmed with lavender.
“My friend Annie made it. It helps with nightmares,” she murmured quietly, as if already prescribing peaceful sleep. Her gaze was searching, but gentle; she saw not just your wounds, but your heart.
Annie
At first, Annie didn’t quite know what to make of you. You were so quiet. So still. Like an animal too used to being hunted.
And Annie? Annie could relate to that.
She noticed how you didn’t sit near others in group therapy. How your shoulders never dropped. How you only ever looked people in the eye when you were judging their threat level.
But what she noticed most? You didn’t flinch when you saw her fangs. You looked at her with tired, familiar eyes. Like you’d already seen worse than monsters. Annie stood apart, clutching her bouquet oak sage, rosemary, lavender bound with string. Without a word, she set the herbs on the table and stroke a candle.
The flame danced—gold and steady. She glanced at your hands, then to the wounds, and, finally, to your face. Her eyes softened. She nodded, not in pity, but in solidarity.
She would be there if you needed to talk.
Remmick
You weren’t what he expected. St. Louis had its fair share of blood-dripping, cryptic creepers—Remmick included—but you?
You were something else entirely.
There you sat, in the courtyard under the half-dead willow, back to the brick wall, arms loosely crossed. Barely moving. Sharp eyes tracking everything. The staff, the birds, the way the wind cut sideways between trees. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t smile. You didn’t blink unless you had to.
He saw it the moment he passed—your nostrils flared. You knew what he was. You didn’t react.
You just looked him in the eye. Eyes like amber glass, dulled with fatigue but burning underneath. Something closer to a stray animal that’d been cornered too many times and now bit on instinct. You didn’t talk much, but neither did he unless it was worth saying. You didn’t feed on blood, but he started bringing you raw cuts of meat from the kitchen anyway. Just in case. He never pushed, never hovered. Just sat near you. Shared the silence.
He liked the way you tilted your head when listening. The way your whole body flinched like a whip crack at loud sounds, but then hardened into stone. You reminded him of war veterans. Of wolves that limped home alone.
Eventually, he started calling you things like:
“Trouble.”
“Sharp ears.”
“Me lil’ beast.”
When you didn’t correct him, he kept doing it.
Bo
Bo wasn’t like the others. He knew pain when he saw it. You wore yours like a second skin: insomnia bleeding out your eyes, shoulders hunched like you were waiting for the next hit. You didn’t flinch when people raised their voice—you froze. That’s what caught him.
He didn’t ask for details. He didn’t push. Just met your stare when you got twitchy and offered a slow blink—a silent, steady recognition.
“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on? Can’t read your mind.”
When you explained your situation to him, he understood and made sure to help you through the transition if you needed help. He did have a few broken ribs the next day from your coyote-side, but he was glad he could see something so cool. He then warned the others in the pack, so they could act accordingly.
Cornbread
Have you seen Cornbread? He’s a big man. The first time he saw you shift—he was speechless. But then he had the biggest grin on his face and opened his arms wide.
“Come to daddy!”
He wrestled you with his bare hands and had a blast at it. For once, someone who he could have fun with without risking injury. He wasn’t about to pass that up.
“Tired already, puppy?! C’mon! We just gettin’ started!”
It was a way to satisfy your coyote instincts and also to make sure you wouldn’t tear up anyone else to bits. Also, Cornbread enjoyed it. He wasn’t bloody and sore in many places, but that felt GOOD. To get those instincts run wild and fight.
Bert and Joan
“Who dya think you’re growlin’ at, young lady/man?” Joan asked—her eyes turning into slits as she heard that sound of disapproval from you when her and Bert had to put you to sleep in shackles because of the full moon.
“Listen to her, baby. This for your own good. We don’t want ya to get lost or kill someone by accident.” Bert tried to gently coax you to bed and close the handcuffs. “These are the best cuffs around. With soft padding and everythin’. Might expensive stuff. Not gonna hurt yar paws at all.”
He kissed your hand and Joan kissed your forehead before they both left the room. If the handcuffs didn’t work, they would have to send Cornbread in. They just hoped you would get used to being surrounded by vampires soon.
They would be the first to check on you in the morning though. Bert would be there with a prime T-bone steak and call you a good girl/bly while you ate. Joan would hug you and tell you that she is proud of you for not leaving your bedroom all night.
Yeah. Hum…So…You got adopted? I think?
Father Paul
Father Paul was happy to get a cell mate. He saw you as the chance to be a father again. What he didn’t know however was that werewolves had a natural dislike for vampires. Your displeasure was quite evident when he gave you a cup of water and said cup was thrown against a wall. But…he didn’t give up.
He showed patience. He waited calmly for you to make the first move. He kept smiling and gained inch by inch until he could be close enough to attempt becoming friends. He talked to you. You were a person of a few words and rather wordless communication.
You were distrustful. He understood.
He started reading to you—sharing things about himself. He didn’t want you to see him as a vampire. He wanted you to see him as Father Paul—your cell companion. He talked to you about the island he had grown to love and the people who used to live there. He wanted you to share things about yourself as well. But he didn’t rush you. He offered you reassurance and a listening ear.
He also took care of you after the transformations.
“Good morning. Slept well? I brought you breakfast. I hope you will eat. Your metabolism needs it. And I would be extremely disappointed if I was to lose my roommate. Starvation is not fun. I can assure you from experience.”
