Spinel x Reader Oneshots

Christmas? (Spinel X Reader Fluff)

Okay. This is my Christmas special! Also, if it matters what species you are, I'll put it up top in the title. For this one, it doesn't matter. You could be gem, human, neko, hybrid, whatever your oc originally is. In this, its hinted you're human, but you can be anything except full gem. Basically, anything with bones, you can be.
You just finished decorating the tree. Now, all you had to do was out the angel on the tree and you were done. Spinel watched you tediously try to get up but you were too short. She chuckled and picked you up and was about to drop you on the tree when you yelled
"Spinel what are you doing?"
"Putting the angel in the tree. Duh!"
"This one! Please put me down after I put this on top, 'kay?"
"Fine."
You carefully placed her in the tree and Spinel lowered you to the ground. Now, she was behind you. You backed up accidentally and hit her chest. You turned and looked up at her.
"Yes?"
"What's this for?"
"Christmas is basically-"

Imma skip the explanation because you guys can look it up yourself if you don't know what Christmas is. To pass the time, how are you guys? You guys pumped for Christmas?

"That's Christmas? A day for presented celebrating a dead guy people worship's birthday?"
"Pretty much."
"Ah. I think I get it now. Thanks, dollface."
She books you nose an lays back down on the couch. Steven, Connie, and the Gems were going to come over for Christmas so you wanted the house to look presentable. You knew that Spinel would be tired out afterwards and crash as soon as everyone leaves so you knew you have to clean up after. You sighed tiredly.

After the party because I'm fucking lazy and I didn't wanna work on this on Christmas. So, yeah.

Your prediction was right. Spinel, as soon as you closed the door after the last gem left, had a sugar crash and passed out on the floor. You heard her collapse and you turned around, shook you head, and picked her up. After all, it'd be rude to leave her there, knowing her. So, you dragged her upstairs and put her in bed, after getting yourself situated and comfy. You felt Spinel's arms slink around you and her burying her head in your neck. You nuzzled into her chest and fell a sleep.
The next day, she sprang up. Literally. It sent you flying and you hit the floor by the foot of the bed.
"Oops. Sorry, dolly."
"Its fine."
You stood up and rubbed your eyes, then stretched. You felt you bones crack like rice krispies and Spinel, being the anxious baby she is, slinked over to you
like when she yeeted herself off the injector "over and over again." Thaaaaat. Picture that.
And hugged you.
"Are your okay?! Are you hurt?! Its my fault, I'm sorry!"
"No, I do that multiple tines a day. Its normal."

She doesn't know because she doesn't have bones.

"Oh. Hehe. I knew that, doll."
"Sure."
"I did! I was seein' if ya'd tell the truth!"
"Ok Boomer. Imma go call up Joe."
"Uh, Doll?"
"'Sup?"
"Who's Joe?"