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.
Summary: You accidentally get enrolled into Clone High, even though you are not a clone. Instead of kicking you out, Principal Scudworth decided to keep you to see how the clones react to a real human- Not a clone.
Pairings: Various x Reader
You groaned, rubbing your head. You didn't remember what happened or where you were. This- Caused a panic to stir in you. You quickly sat up and looked around what looked like an office. Well- more like a science lab with all the flasks and mysterious liquids.
You frown, rubbing your head, before sitting up. You yawn, walking towards the door, but you are grabbed and pushed back into the chair. You looked around confused only to see a crazy-looking man in a lab coat. He had yellow rubber clothes, which were clasped together. A banner of his name 'Scudworth' was engraved into it. This was the moment you were going to die.
There's a moment of silence before he speaks. "You may be wondering why you're here."
'No shit,' You thought, trying hard to contain your eye roll.
"It seems the administration made a mistake when enrolling you."
"So, you can unenroll me, right?" You asked hopefully, your eyes nearly shining with glee and hope.
The man smirks, as if you had just told him a funny joke. "Unenroll you? Now why would I do that? This is fate."
"Fate?"
"Yes!" he stands up, his chair spinning as he walks over to your side, "The first Natural-born human amongst clones of historical figures of the world. This is what was meant to happen."
"What was?"
He turns away from you and looks over at his many degrees on the wall. You hear him chuckle, causing you to worry. "Why you coming here. You were meant to be here. To see how the clones would react with you. It is the perfect science experiment. It will determine how they will react to the..." He turns back to you, "Natural World."
"And I have to be an unwilling participant?"
"Well, it's not like you have a choice. Just imagine the possibilities."
You frowned, "Possibilities?"
"Yes," He turns back to you, and pats your shoulder. "A new year has begun and things will be... incredible."
'Oh my god, this man has lost his mind,' You thought, shaking your head. "You can't do this to me- I have rights-"
"Do you? Besides, this is a regular school, so there is no reason for you to go to another school. It will be in your best interest to stay in this school."
'Is he threatening me?'
A smile over takes his face and he claps his hands, "Alright. Go, go. You will definitely be popular."
---
You sat in a room full of strangers- Well, they weren't really strangers. You recognized a few of them as historical figures such as Joan of Arc, Abraham Lincoln, and Ghandi?
"The first day of school is always awkward. I just want you to know I can relate. You see, I'm not just your kindly history teacher. I'm also the first mostly-human clone."
You have to hold in a gag when seeing the creature. God, this had to be some type of crime against humanity.
"Spliced in a little sheep DNA." He pats his arm with his cane. Which is fine with me."
"You can't even tell, Mr. Sheepman."
'Ah, yes you can,' You thought to yourself, but you'd never say that aloud.
"Thank you! Before you leave, we have an announcement from Miss of Arc."
"Now, I know I don't have to tell you how committed I am to community service."
You frowned, before tilting your head. 'What the fuck is she talking about? She's nothing like THE Joan of Arc.'
"That's why I'm starting a teen crisis hotline and I'm looking for volunteers."
'Nevermind. Maybe she is.' You quickly raise your hand, but immediately put it down when seeing the look of disappointment cross her face. 'Bitch.' Though you were the only person left in the classroom, so she had to go with you.
"I've never seen you before, are you new?"
"Something like that." You pick up your bag, before putting out your hand, "Y/n L/n."
She looks at you confused, "That doesn't sound like any historical figure I know."
"Yeah, because I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm not a clone."
You can see the look of confusion appear on her face as her eyebrows cross, "What? But this is Clone High? Why would you not be a clone in clone high?"
"That's a good question. So, when do you need my help?"
---
You walk through the halls, gawking at the many historical figures, impressed by the many you could see. Though, you should have paid attention to where you were walking, because you ran into a taller man.
The man turns around, but makes no move to help you. Instead, he gestures at you as a whole, "Aye- You're new?"
You turn towards the voice. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you saw him, "Oh god, you're John F Kennedy!"
He laughs, shaking his head, "Yes, Yes I am. And who are you?"
"Y/n."
He hums, "I don't remember that name-"
"It's complicated."
He laughs, "Haha! Complicated. I like you. I'm having a party Friday, you should come."
"Party? Like highschool party?"
"Aye, you are so funny!" He clasp a hand on your shoulder before letting out a hardy laugh. He wipes a tear from his eye and takes off.
"Oh, wow, your first party. Maybe this year will be different."
Hope your still up for Clone High requests cuz honestly I love Joan and I want her to end up with someone good for her - sorry JFK I’m just not totally sold on you for her dude though it’s cute 😅
I’ve been toying for quite some time with my own Clone High OC so how about Joan finding a kindred spirit in a Clone of Vlad the Impaler?
Honestly, I was thinking a dude because there’s this running gag idea I have that involves just how ridiculously quick his facial hair grows back and it’s frustrating for him, but I’m not going to ramble about it 😆
Anyway, so this clone is typically avoided by a lot of their peers because they just look intimidating AS ALL HELL and of course their clone father’s legendary viciousness, which unfortunately this clone has been assumed to possess as well. Even JFK avoids him, although he won’t admit to being intimidated - he just doesn’t want to be turned into a Werewolf… Yeah… JFK thinks the Vlad Clone is a Werewolf…
Though as intimidating and seemingly “mysterious” as they may seem, the clone is actually a big old reserved softie underneath the looks and surprising deep yet gentle voice.
Anyway, have fun with it 😉 and can’t wait to see what you cook up
everyone be sold on jfk x Joan but I’m honestly a cleo x Joan enjoyer . Joan had bisexual vibes to the max bro
Anyways generally speaking Joan doesn’t judge people based on appearances too much or based on what people think so I honestly think the two of you would become friends one way or another, despite abe and gandhis bs. I think she might be slightly intimidated but would quickly be charmed by your soft personality. And yknow, deep voices are pretty hot so that’s a plus.
jfk, joan and cleo with a giblincore/crowcore s/o??👀👀
Ah yes, my brethren has spoken.
Jfk With A Crowcore Reader
Before you date he acts like your style is weird but he secretly likes it a lot.
Probably would ask you out after Ponces death, becoming more humble with himself and his feelings towards others (for the most part)
Asked you in private to dress him up in your style, he wants to know what he would look like. Honestly it kinda fit him, so he slowly started to just integrate tiny things that he liked. Such as changing up the colors and patters he wears every so often.
Gets you little trinkets to add into your collection, even if some of them are not exactly what you are looking for/have no clue how he got them.
Gets very defensive when people make comments about your style and would throw hands if provoked.
Will put his jacket on you when your cold and joke about how it “doesn’t even look like you!”
Joan With A Crowcore Reader
She completely understands your vibe and absolutely appreciates your style. I personally think she is in the Punk community so she digs it.
Swapping clothes with each other happens quite frequently, even before you guys where dating it was a common occurrence.
It’s gotten to the point where there is clothes that you don’t know who originally bought.
Joan absolutely not putting up with shit that other people say to you guys, and gets very defensive. Girl has heard to much of that bullshit already and will not be taking anything.
If/when you guys move in together, decorating would be such a fun project. Little pieces of your aesthetics mixing in and creating a really sick looking home!
Cleo With A Crowcore Reader
“Oh well your style is... exotic”
She absolutely is weirded out by you at first and is kinda passive towards you. It would take a while for Cleo to get used to your style and over all vibe. She is the type to say “I just don’t think it’s normal”
After awhile, she kinda comes to appreciate your style and openness on how you dress. Not many people do, so she starts being more genuine.
Once you guys are dating, she wants to do sleep overs when she can dress you up in her style and you can dress her in yours (if you pester her about it enough). She doesn’t think it fits her, but will let you dress her up nonetheless.
Becomes very defensive for you and if anyone says something about your style she makes sure to make their life a living hell for being an asshole.
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.
