Stand By Me One Shots/Imagines + Preferences (The Cobras x reader)

Poor Baby (Ace's sister)

"Hey Y/N, wanna–" Ace broke off at the sight of you. "...Why are you still in bed?"

"Tummy hurts."

When you saw how worried he looked you added, "It's fine, 'm just on my period. But no, I don't wanna go anywhere or do anything."

You were laying on your back, your dog on top of you, replacing the hot-water bottle you were too lazy to get.

Your brother's expression changed from worry to sympathy at your explanation, and he came and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"Ah, that time of the month again..." He stroked first your dog's head, then yours. "Poor baby. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"A hot-water bottle would be nice. And some painkillers maybe."

"Coming right up, Princess."

He kissed your head and left to get what you'd asked for.

When he returned he shooed your dog away to place the hot-water bottle on your stomach instead, and handed you a glass of chocolate-milk to down the painkillers with.

"Anything else?"

"Cuddles? Or did you wanna go somewhere?"

"Nope. I'm all yours, Princess. Scoot over."

You made room for him to sit at the top end of your bed, leaning his back against the headboard.

He pulled you into his lap, where you squirmed and twisted until you finally found a position in which the pain wasn't quite as bad. With the hot-water bottle pressed against your tummy you leant your head on Ace's shoulder and contently closed your eyes.

One of your brother's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you to ensure you wouldn't slide off his lap while he reached for something on your bedside table with the other.

"The Call of the Wild again, huh?"

Ah. He'd found the book you were currently reading. It had used to be his until he gave it to you a few years ago, and became one of your favorites right from the start. You couldn't even remember how many times you'd read it already, but it never got old and you picked it up for a re-read every once in a while when you ran out of new reading material.

"Mhm. Wanna read a few chapters to me?"

Ace jolted you a little. "If you want me to read to you just say so."

"I want you to read to me," you grinned. "Please?"

Instead of an answer you heard the rustling of pages, then Ace had found where you'd left off and started to read.

The warmth and the painkillers  soon started to take effect, relieving your pain, and everything was so comfortable you were getting a little drowsy. But just before you could nod off, your brother stopped reading.

"Don't go falling asleep on me, Princess. I ain't reading for the dog."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and saw your dog had hopped into your bed again, curled up at the foot-end, fast asleep.

"I know. 'm not sleeping."

"Not yet, you mean."

You shrugged.

"Feeling a little better?"

"Mh-hm." Much better. "But I'll feel even better if you keep reading."

"Later, Sweetie. Imma make us lunch now, 'kay?"

"I don't want anything."

"Come on, you gotta eat a little at least. If you don't I can't give you any more painkillers later, you know it ain't good for you to take those on an empty stomach."

You sighed and rolled off of him so he could get up and get something to eat.

You knew he was right, and you weren't feeling as nauseous anymore, but the thought of food still didn't sound appealing at all.

When Ace came back he had a plate with sandwiches.

You immediately recognized which one was meant for you, because he'd generously cut away the crust to form a heart. When you were in kindergarten your sandwiches had always looked like that, and you had always proudly told everyone willing to listen that your big brother had made them for you. Sometime in elementary school Ace had stopped with the heart shaped sandwiches—you were too old for it and he was too cool for it—even if he kept cutting off the crusts for you.

Your chest grew warm with affection because he'd made you one like that now. It wasn't the first time he'd reverted to that shape, but he only did so very rarely, when he knew you were feeling like shit and needed a pick-me-up, or on special occasions.

He smiled. "Thought you might be more likely to eat it if I cut it like that."

You gingerly took the sandwich heart from him and pried it apart to see what he'd put on it. Peanut butter on one side, chocolate spread on the other. Perfect.

"I will if you promise to read some more to me."

"That's blackmail."

"I know. I learned that from you. You should be proud."

"I would be if you weren't using it against me."

"Do you want me to eat the sandwich or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll keep reading to you when I'm done eating, okay?"

"Okay. But don't get any crumbs on my bed, or I'll kill you."

With that you took a bite of your own sandwich, thinking that you were gonna blame it on Ace if you found any crumbs later.