#cornbread x reader

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.”

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.

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."

Cornbread barely reacts at first. You curl into his side, arm draped over his chest, and he just hums lazily.

“Took ya long enough,” he finally murmurs and one arm comes around you. His chin rests on top of your head and he unconsciously smiles. He’s asleep within minutes—but his grip never loosens. If you try to move later, he tightens it unconsciously and pulls you back in.

Like…who told you you could leave?! 😂

“I was just moving,” you whisper, trying not to laugh.

“Mm.” His grip tightens again. “Nah.”

You try once more, carefully this time.

Big mistake.

Cornbread buries his face into your hair, inhales, and pulls you closer with unmistakable finality. And just like that, you are trapped—pinned under a sleeping vampire who decided that you are not allowed to leave. Ever.

Honestly? You better stop trying.

Bert

Bert notices the second you get close. The moment you even think about climbing in, his head snaps toward you, eyes lighting up.

“Oh—oh, are we—?” he starts, already grinning.

You’re curled up against him fast—and within seconds, your breathing evens out.

He freezes. For exactly one second.

Then—

“Oh this is happening,” he whispers, delighted.

Carefully, he shifts and wraps both arms around you. He wiggles a little to get comfortable, nearly jostling you in the process. You nuzzle closer in your sleep. He makes a small, strangled noise of excitement.

His grin goes borderline feral—but soft. One hand pats your back.

“Gentle. Gentle, Bert,” he reminds himself under his breath. You settle deeper against him and he absolutely melts.

“Oh, this is nice,” he breathes and grins happily. He discovered his new favorite thing. “This is really nice…We’re doin’ this every day from now on, by the way.”

You shift slightly, maybe trying to get comfortable. His arms tighten and one leg hooks loosely over yours. He presses his cheek against your head, grinning into your hair. You let out a soft sleepy sigh, completely unbothered.

Bert goes quiet.

“…Yeah,” he murmurs,. “Okay. I get the hype.”

Joan

Joan is sitting upright in bed, reading.

You climb in beside her, settle against her side, and fall asleep like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She goes completely still.

Then—slowly—she sets the book aside.

Her arm slips around you with surprising gentleness. She presses a kiss to your temple, careful not to wake you.

“Goodnight, my love.”

Annie

Annie gasps softly when you climb in.

“Oh—! Sweetheart—” Too late. You’re already asleep, curled up close. She smiles so wide it almost hurts. She tucks the blankets around you, strokes your hair, and presses her cheek to yours.

“Sleep well,” she whispers, over and over, like a blessing.

She doesn’t move all night and reads a book while you nap.

Bo

Bo lets out a quiet laugh when you climb in.

“Well I’ll be,” he drawls. “Didn’t even say goodnight.” You’re already asleep. His arm slides around you automatically, tucking you against his chest like you belong there—which, in his mind, you do. You snore a little. He grins and holds you tighter. You huff softly in your sleep and press closer.

Bo hums low in his chest, pleased, chin settling atop your head. He adjusts the blankets with one hand, tucks them around you both like he’s done this a thousand times. Like he plans to do it a thousand more.

“If anyone asks,” he whispers to the dark, “you forced yourself into my arms.”

Sometime later in the night, you shift, maybe trying to roll away.

Bo doesn’t wake up—but his arm tightens immediately, pulling you back flush against him. One leg hooks over yours, heavy and warm, a silent nope.

“Mmh,” he mutters. “Stay.”

By morning, you wake up trapped—face buried in his chest, his arm draped over you, breath slow and steady against your hair. He stirs when you do, eyes cracking open just enough to look down at you.

“There y’are,” he says with a smirk. “Hey, precious.”

Stack

Stack opens his arms and wordlessly tells you to come closer so he can wrap his arms around you. He knows when it’s nap time and he usually just sits there and takes it.

He first pretended he didn’t want it.

But he ended up being its most fervent supporter. He loves cuddle time.

Stack *smirks and strokes the top of your head* “Sweet dreams, doll. Stack’s here to keep ya company…Atta girl…”

He leans back just enough to get comfortable without disturbing you, adjusting you against him with surprising care. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you tucked in close. He almost chuckles.

Since when had he turned into such a sap?

Mary

Mary looks down at you when you hug her and smile before gently stroking your hair. “Well hello there, lil’ darlin’. Having a good time?”

You don’t answer and she smiles as she realizes you fell asleep.

“Well now…” she murmurs, voice dropping to a hush. “Ain’t you just the sweetest thing.”

She adjusts her hold on you, guiding your head to rest more comfortably against her shoulder. One hand keeps stroking your hair in slow, steady passes, the other settling warm and secure at your back.

For a moment, she just watches you.

Like she’s memorizing the way your face relaxes in your sleep, the tiny shifts in your breathing, the way you instinctively lean closer without even knowing it.

Her thumb brushes lightly along your arm.

She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your hairline, lingering just a second longer than necessary. You stir faintly, shifting against her. Instantly, her arm tightens.

“Easy now,” she murmurs instinctively. “I gotcha.”

STACK

Stack whistles when he sees these beauties on your skin. He’s obsessed, "C’mere, baby. Lemme see ya."

He pulls you into his arms and smirks before playing with your piercings. He then kisses the newly-pierced zones and chuckles.

"I believe we gotta celebrate those beauties, don’t ya think?" You end up in the bedroom.

BO

Bo stares.

He then smirks and whistles. "Hello there, sweetheart. Nice lil’ things ya got there. Mind if I touch? They sensitive?"

He starts experimenting and touching them curiously.

BERT

Bert is stunned before he giggles maniacally and starts clapping his hands excitedly. "Oooh. That looks really nice. Can I touch? Please? Can I touch?!"

He will insist until your give in and let him touch you.

JOAN

Joan is confused. "Why would you do that to your own skin?" It would take her time to get used to it, but she would eventually learn to appreciate them.

CORNBREAD

Cornbread is happy to see you with them. He grins and pulls you flush against his chest. "Look at ya. Love the new look."

MARY

Mary smiles and puts her hands on your waist. She admires the piercings and grins. "Pretty as a picture."

ANNIE