#spike spiegel x y/n

[stargazer-dreamer]

vicinity

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral

content warnings: unhealthy relationship; obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking. sex mention. intentional injuries

summary: he loves you, but he doesn’t quite know how to handle that

✩ he’s down to try just about anything, at least once

✩ you want him to choke you out? he’ll do it. you want to tie him down? go ahead! he has virtually no gag reflex and can hold his breath for an outstanding amount of time, if you’re into that. in public, in private; all you have to do is bring it up, all you have to do is ask

✩ all that he asks of you in return is that you don’t ever leave him

✩ yeah, this guy’s got abandonment issues. you could even say he’s a little bit obsessed with you. or a lot, depending on your reaction to finding this out

✩ the more you push him away, the more the anxiety rises within him. the more the anxiety climbs, the more…problematic he could become

✩ he’d intentionally get too reckless during hunts so that you’ll take care of him afterwards. he needs your shoulder to walk. he needs you to cook for him. he needs you to change his bandages—and now that you can see the full extent of his injuries, you would be just plain heartless if you were to up and leave him, wouldn’t you?

✩ he’d plant a tracking device on you, just to keep an eye on your whereabouts. where do you go when he’s not with you? for how long? do you linger at specific locations? and what are those places?

✩ he’s already lost one love, before. he lost her because he looked away. because he let her out of his line of sight

✩ he won’t ever let you go

✩ he gets jealous very easily. not long after, he gets possessive. don’t get close to anyone else. don’t talk to anyone else. don’t look at anyone else

✩ why would you, if you have him? he’s all you need. he’ll make sure of that

✩ if you’re his, that’s what you would be. nothing else

✩ there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, to keep you by his side. know that if you’re going to pursue him, because it’s going to have to be you if you want more than an occasional hookup

✩ it would be your fault, if things go wrong

[venushasvixens]

Chapter 22. Truth and Trust - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Word Count: 3k 

Warning: angst 

[A/N] so this chapter wasn’t posted onto Tumblr until now (my bad). Enjoy!    

- 

Spike’s side of the bed was empty and cold.

You had recovered pretty well the last couple of weeks, now getting up and walking around on your own. It still ached, but you had managed. Just took some work and determination. Even so, you couldn’t remember one thing during your rest. There was no memory of how you got here. You came back into consciousness in the last few weeks, and it made you wonder.

What did you do during that time besides sleep?

People do crazy stuff when they’re in pain. The situation that pertained you to this thought was Spike. And Jet.

Every morning, you felt a soft kiss on your forehead and the sound of the door closing. Then in the middle of the night, the sound of a door closing, a kiss and the weight of Spike laying beside you. During the day, there was little talk. A communication of tracking bounties and where his location was. But that was it.

Jet was a tad different. He checked on you, asked how you were feeling. But when you asked about your beloved, he would shut the conversation down quickly.

“Out, as usual. Speaking of which, let me do a quick check in with him.” He would reply with a quick smile and a brisk walk out of the living area.

At first, you didn’t mind. In your state, more work had to be put in to keep the Bebop running and the crew alive. But as the days repeated, and the routine continued, you couldn’t help but feel…suspicious.

Of yourself, most of all, but of what you said or did. Spike didn’t take insults to heart that bad, instead having it bounce back with a fist or a witty comeback. Even if you did, you were still going to feel just as bad. If he was angry with you, you would want to know.

“That’s just the way he is, as long as I can remember.” Faye shrugged as you confided in her. “We are busy after all.”

“Yeah. But I can’t help but feel like I did something bad, you know?” You sat in the chair opposite her, watching as she filed her nails meticulously.

“You did get into a fight, that's bad. But not worthy of the silent treatment.” Faye assured you. “I’m sure its all fine and dandy. You’re probably just overthinking the whole thing.”

The footsteps from the kitchen alerted you as you saw Jet ascending the small steps with a mug and donut in hand. “You girls okay this morning?”

“Doing just fine.” Faye mumbled.

“I guess you can say so.” You replied, rubbing your head.

“Everything okay?” Jet questioned. “If you’re hungry, I can grab you a donut, don’t even have to get up-“

“Oh no, I’m okay.” You reluctantly said. “Just a little worried about Spike, that's all. Haven’t seen him at all today. Or much any day for a while.”

“Ah, okay.” Jet nodded slowly, slowly inching away from the living room and up the steps to the hull. “Well! He’s probably just fine. Matter of fact, I’ll call him up as soon as I’m up there, I’d have a moment or two. Scout’s honor, kid.”

You narrowed your eyes. Avoiding the conversation was the last nail in the coffin. “Sounds amazing. Thanks.”

You looked back at Faye, with a questioning glint in your eyes. She shared the same expression, pouting her lips as she delved into the same skeptical energy as you.

The rotating hull was still hard on your legs, giving no mercy. Wincing as you climb from the hull through the entrance to the bridge, your feet planted one by one on the other side. Letting the door shut behind you, you heard the shuffling of Jet’s footsteps as he investigated the noise.

“It’s just me.” You called out, clanking down one step at a time slowly. “Checking in thats all.”

You hissed as the final step put some pain in your leg. Jet turned his head to watch you. “Careful now, can’t be falling apart on me.”

“Too little, too late.” You gave a faint smile as you leaned against the console. Deep in his work, you watched as Jet clinked and snapped in whatever he was doing. Something to keep him busy, always. “How was it out there?”

He took a deep intake of breath. “I'd say the same as usual. Didn’t see any bad guys, sadly.”

“Ah.” You replied. “Give me another week and we won't have to worry about that.”

He nodded his head, still focused on the console board. “Sounds mighty fine.”

As usual, what dissipated your physical pain for the briefest of moments was the burning question at the back of your mind. “You’ve seen Spike today, right?”

“Yeah. Before sunrise.” Jet mumbled out, counting under his breath. You waited until he was finished so as to not interrupt him. In the midst of your suspicions, you still had respect.

“Did he say what he went out for?” You asked.

Jet shrugged. “Beats me.”

In the quietness of the bridge, you took a small stroll to the giant windows. Beaming in was warm light, tingling your exposed arms. A sense of calm before what you were going to ask.

“It's odd.”

“What’s that?” Jet replied nonchalantly, still focused.

“You and Spike are thick as thieves and he didn't tell you where he was going.” You stated, crossing your arms. “It’s suspicious.”

“Well, he does run off now and then. Always does when something is bothering him, or he’s feeling cooped up in this metal cage of ours.”

You nodded. Turning around, you looked down at Jet, who was just staring at the console board. No hand movements, no papers or screens open to work on. Even with his head down, you could see his gaze glaring right back at you.

“Okay.” You finally said. “I won’t keep you from your work. So sorry.”

You walked the opposite side of the console board, taking slow steps. It surely was going to be a pain trying to get out of here.

He nodded. “Be careful getting out- hey!”

The console board powered down, fading into a blank slate. Leaning yourself against the table, you watched a Jet grumbled and cursed under his breath.

“What do you know?”

Jet stood up straight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shook your head. “I’m not happy with that answer.”

You both were at a standoff, watching each other carefully. You could see in Jet’s eyes that he was aware. Very aware of your past. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you initially told them. But now that the whole crew was possibly being tracked down at this moment, this was going to be a problem.

And yet, he still didn’t say anything.

“I lied.” You breathed. “But how was I supposed to know that I was tracked? If I knew any sooner, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You did.” His shoulders dropped. The disappointment that echoed within you stung. This was the last thing you ever wanted to do to a person that gave you shelter when you needed it most. “But syndicate children make great sharpshooters.”

“He’s disappointed in me, isn’t he? That’s why I haven’t seen him at all.” You confirmed. “Doesn’t want to look at my face.”

“Yes he is. I can’t speak for Spike, but he needs…” Jet trailed off, sighing. “I don’t know what he needs.”

Walking right by Jet, you sat in a chair, contemplating your actions. “He told me all about it, the syndicate he was a part of. All of the stuff he did, the things he saw. I did the same.”

“But you didn’t tell him flat out.” Jet replied, raising his eyebrows. “You let it sit there all this time until something happened.”

“I did.”

You completely fucked up. You deserved to be called out on your shit, your deception to those who trusted you most. You didn't have the courage to even say anything back to Jet, and it was going to feel hard to after this. How badly you wanted to disappear. Or start over fresh, tell them flat out so that you could have avoided this situation.

Jet looked at you, and then at the windows of the bridge. “Hey.”

You glanced up at him with teary eyes.

“You see that spot over there?” He pointed to the main window, a bench planted across for a view. “Over there was the first time I had learned anything from him. Of Spike’s past. Before, he never said anything, not a damn word. Then when our life was turning to shit, it just came out.”

You saw as Jet remimence over the memory, his face deep into the thought. “In that moment, (Y/n), I knew. Your past should’ve defined you, but guided you. You are who you are now. You can’t allow yourself to keep living this lie, or it’ll get you killed.”

The shot that hit you sends waves of emotional calm over yourself. It was a different perspective of what you felt just minutes before. “And I think that's what's bothering him too. To see you go through the same thing he did, it's hurting him bad.”

Ah man, another dagger in the heart.

“If I need to go, tell me.”

“I’m not going to kick you out, kid. That’s the last thing I want to do.” Crossing his arms, Jet’s face softened. “Now I knew this conversation was going to happen sooner than later, and yes it does make me upset. But I am not that kind of person to do that. Now what I want you to do is to talk to him, hear him out.”

“You’re right.” You sniffled. “Even with a hit on your head you still want me here?”

He shrugged. “Had worse on me. For all we know, they may have given up on getting back at us.”

Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip. There was no way in heaven or hell that Jo was going to give up so easily on you. When she wanted to finish a job, it was going to get done regardless. This was going to get so much worse.

“Jo doesn’t give up. Without a doubt in my mind she is going to hunt us until the day she dies.” You felt defeated again. Everything that was together not even two weeks ago was now falling apart. Dumb to think that you can have some clarity in your life for once, you thought. “I really don’t know what to do.”

“(Y/n), you know this person inside and out. You’ve looked into her mind, you've done her deeds. So follow that path and get that brain of yours working.” Jet popped on you. In a sense, this is exactly what you needed. A shove back into reality instead of giving up. Your hole of despair had to be put on hold until you were going to figure out what to do. “To find the solution, you have to look at the pattern.”

You nodded. “I needed that, thank you. But what am I looking for?”

“What you seek. What you've always been looking for.” Jet turned the console back on and refreshed the holo computer. “Use this, it's faster than what I’m using.”

Taking this new opportunity in your hands, you sat in the chair and began searching away. You opened the file that contained everything that Jet had accumulated over the time you were knocked out.

“What did you think of my shades?” You pulled up a picture of yourself.

“Think they look rather cool, real cool.” Jet flashed you a smile, reassuring you of your place on the Bebop, and a bonafide hunter in the system.

- 

Spike set the Swordfish on cruise, debating on if he should bring himself back to the Bebop or not. His fingers hung loosely around the handlebars, and flexed them lightly. He still hadn’t made up his mind. He did forgive you, silently. And in his mind, not out loud or to your face.

Why was this so hard?

He wasn’t good at apologies or sentimental thoughts that were spoken. It was a “sorry” or “my bad”, and they just accepted it as it was. That was the most people could get out of him. But when it comes to forgiveness? It was an easy option to move on and forget it all happened. This was different.

You both weren’t that different, either. You were both songs of the same tune. Was it because he thought he knew everything about you, and now he didn’t, or that you lied until it was too late..? Christ, he didn’t know.

He sighed in frustration as he circled the airspace once again. As usual when he went missing, an occasional transmission from Jet would come every so often. Even if he was mad at Spike, he still had to make sure the angry bastard was still okay. Common courtesy, no matter what.

The last transmission was in the afternoon, a little after two o’clock. But the sky had dimmed well into evening, and there was the faintest bit of light. Nothing from Jet. Or from you.

No transmission from you.

That puts a greater stress on the situation. Did you know that he knows? If he were to return to the Bebop, what would he be coming back to, he thought. Hoping for a calm approach was out of the question had it involved Faye, so this could be different. Tense, but speaking bluntly and calmly. He just want reassurance, quiet, peaceful-

Transmission incoming. The tag read from you.

Spike’s stomach leaped. The beeps grew loud as he contemplated accepting the message. His hand hovered over, quietly debating. Finally, he pressed the button to accept.

“Yo.” It was all he could say.

You cleared your throat. “Hi.” It wasn't hard to hear the emotion you tried to hide in your voice. “Where are you?”

“Umm, I’m out. Somewhere close, though.”

The pause was great.

“Can we talk when you get back?”

“Yes.” Spike answered immediately.  

“Yes?” You replied to Spike, in a way relieved that he was wanting to talk to you. It had gnawed at you for the entire day, and you were so ready to get it over with.

“Uh-huh.” He hummed, hearing the roar of his engine as it accelerated back to the ship. “See you soon.”

You cut the transmission before you could say “I love you.” Didn’t seem appropriate right now, even though you wanted to say it so bad. It hurt to not say it to Spike.

After your confession to Jet, you had been on and off crying thinking of all that had transpired. Your fears came back to one hurtful possibility, and that was separating yourself from Spike.

The tears that poured from your eyes could’ve made oceans and lakes. As best he could, Jet passed you tissues any time a sniffle or hiccup of sadness came from your direction. How long that Spike had known, and was letting it fester inside. Reminding yourself of being responsible for it, it only made you cry even more. But it was your mind that was made up that hurt the most. The many plans you had made when Jet wasn’t looking.

What made this all worse was the research you did make.

Locations, names. All were at your fingertips. Something had to be done about it. But in your busy head, there wasn’t a clear answer as to what to do.

He was going to see you soon. He was going to be here. In front of you, to talk about it. Now it was time to wait a bit more, until the judgment was to come.

- 

As Spike closed the door to the rotating hull, Jet was waiting opposite.

“I have someone waiting on me.” Spike said as he walked off.  

“Sure, but I need to tell you something before you do.” Jet replied, still planted where he was. Stopping, Spike listened.

“I had never seen a girl so in love with someone before until I talked to (Y/N) today. Never experienced it, and probably never will. There’s a lot to lose. Remember that.”

Spike couldn’t walk off fast enough. Even when he was lied to, how fast he wanted to be in your arms and melted into you. But he couldn’t. There was a truth that needed to be shared.

Grabbing the handle of the door to the bridge, he pushed it to the side and stepped in. The illumination from the console lit the bridge, with no other light source. Walking slowly, he gazed longingly at the outline of you looking out into the city. Your soft hair, the curve of your shoulders and hips. He could see you.

His heel clicked against the metal as he took another step. You turned quickly, worried eyes resting on the source of the noise. Finally, he stopped in front of you, hands in pockets.

“I..I need to explain myself.”  

Spike eyes honed in on your down appearance. It wasn’t hard to notice your puffy eyes or red nose. “Okay.”

“I wasn’t honest with you. I lied about who I really was, and my life.” You began. “There shouldn’t be an excuse at all. And..and I think I did it to get away from it all, that way of living. Had I known it would’ve gotten to this point, I would have never..”

You threw your arms around, gesturing to the ship as a whole.

“Every second I spent there was a what if. What if I was going to die today, what if I lost my place with Jo. It was going to kill me if I didn’t leave.” You muttered, wincing at the memory. “Before she could do anything, I left.”

The image of your daring escape from the clutches of Red Jack’s flooded back into your mind. Early morning, with a small wallet full of credits and the clothes on your back. The breeze on your face as your feet carried you to the nearest transport station. An alias given, and finally, out of Yun and away from Mars.

While floating with many other souls in space, you remembered your tears of relief. Absolutely free. You could breathe again without question of loyalty or argument.

Just when you were out, you were pulled right back in.

“Dammit, I should’ve told you. I should’ve told you sooner.” You repeat yourself, holding your body closely. “I’m so sorry, Spike. I truly am.”

At this point, you couldn’t hold in your tears at all. How pathetic you looked, blubbering mess begging for forgiveness. You were beyond terrified of losing his love, losing him. You didn’t want the one good thing that has ever happened to you in your life to leave you.

Through dim lights, you could feel his eyes gaze into you. “S-say something, please.” You begged. Please, I can’t stand this silence.

“You’re right. You should’ve told me from the beginning.” Spike began. “But its…understandable.”

You nodded softly.

“You’re the only person I ever really told about who I was before this.” He said lowly. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?”

“A-at the time, I was living low. Or so I thought.” You mumbled. “I really thought they had forgotten all about me. Who they were looking for didn’t exist anymore. She was just a thing of the past.”

“And they still found her.”

You sat defeated in the double seat at the head of the bridge. “I didn’t try hard enough to disappear.”

Spike sat next to you, keeping a short distance. “You didn’t. But how else was I supposed to see you?”

You huffed softly. It surprised you. In a moment where you thought you were about to lose everything, how simple a sentence could wipe that feeling away.

“If I put a different spotlight on, it would be easier.” You replied back. “Could’ve revealed who I really was sooner.”

“But this is you.”

You glanced at Spike, shaking your head. “No. Its not.”

How you looked in the mirror at yourself after a “situation” that had to be dealt with with Red Jack’s. Many times this would happen. Blood splattered on your face, gun still hot in your holster. Eyes blank as you stared at yourself. The face of an enforcer, a killer. Judge and executioner.

That who you felt you really were.

You felt two soft hands gently nudge your body. Turning you to face him, Spike’s hold on you was still. You didn’t know what was about to happen. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It was going to hurt either way.

“Whoever you think is the real you, it isn’t. People change, (Y/N). Sometimes for the better. You took the bigger step to leave the life you thought you knew. It’s hard to do. Most can’t come to terms with the thought.” He stated, voice low. “But you did.”

You nodded.

“I wasn’t honest either with Jet. I wanted to keep what I was a secret, out of sight and mind.” He confessed. “I think that’s why I’m not as upset. It's because I’ve been down the road and I did the same thing. Hypocritical of me to judge.”

“Its going to be hard to forgive me.”

Spike shook his head. “I already have forgiven you. But I need you to listen to me.” His hands trailed from your arms to the frame of your face, allowing you to see him. “I need to trust you. You need to trust me. If we are going to make this work, it has to be that way. No more secrets or lies.”

“No more secrets or lies.” You repeated back, taking Spike’s words to your head, cementing it deep to never forget. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You never will.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly. His lips lingered, sending another bout of relief throughout your body. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” You sighed, placing your hand over his.

You both sat on the bridge for an eternity. Silent, except the deep thumps of your hearts beating and a shuffle as you made yourself comfortable in Spike’s arms. There was nothing spoken, but it wasn’t awkward. Nothing needed to be said. Spike held on as tightly as you did.

Your head rested on Spike’s chest. The future brought uncertainty. It still plagued your mind. In the moment where you should’ve felt safe, a pang of dread was in your side. You had to protect your new home somehow. Your home was Spike, but it wasn’t only him.

It was Jet.

It was Faye.

It was Ein and Ed.

You looked up at Spike, not surprised to see the man you loved deep in thought. Was he thinking the same thing as you? Your plan that you put on the backburner was set aflame once more. This home you have, the one you prayed and begged for, was going to be fought until the end. Seeing it, you would give anything to keep it safe.

“Spike?”

“Hmm?”

“If something happens, are you with me? By my side?”

You felt the intake of breath from Spike.

“Until the very end. I’ll always be with you.”

[inkpot909]

I loved your one shot with Spike! He was soo pure with his feelings 😭Do you have any HC’s for when Spike realizes got a crush and he’s fallen in love with them?

A/n: Thank you so much for the lovely message; I’m glad you liked the one-shot! Spike Spiegel is one of my absolute favorite characters of all time, so I was more than happy to write this request for you. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing.

Falling in love overall brings out the best in Spike Spiegel. 

Having a special someone in his life gives him the extra kick in the ass he often needs to keep motivated. Not long after realizing his feelings, many aspects of his life become something done ‘for you.’

He works hard as a bounty hunter, earning money in order to have the ability to support the both of you and show off his successes (you’re just about the only member on the Bebop he willingly financially assists). Taking a more active role in caring for Ein was born purely from wanting to share the weight with you.

Now, don’t be mistaken, he’s still your lazy yet loveable Spike. But there’s added pride in what he does that wouldn’t be quite the same without you in the picture.

Spike does not shy away from flirting. It comes to him naturally, meaning he’ll flirt with you a good amount even before learning the extent of his feelings. He’s confident, has his fair share of romantic experiences, and is aware he’s the type to turn heads.

What mainly separates his treatment of you and his short-term relationships/hookups, is that he’s very reactionary. Spike deeply cares about you, so he’s going to take his time in studying your body language and responses to his flirts. He’s patient enough to put in the time, and persistent enough to put in the work.

He’ll adjust his actions according to your responses, especially if you’re shy and don’t favor getting teased in front of other people. His usual approach is quite forward, regardless of location or the people around. But if that makes you nervous, he’ll start off much more discrete. Discomforts such as those matter a lot to him, as what’s important to you is important to him. And ultimately, he hopes that you’ll return his interest. 

Not only that, but he’s a total showoff. From smoothly beating up a group of assholes, to lying about the amount of times he wins at card games with Jet. Even if you merely blush or smile, that’s good enough incentive for him. Jet once even felt the need to inform you it’s best to take what Spike tells you about his own skills with a grain of salt.

However, humor him and play along with the joke- he thinks it’s adorable. It boosts his ego, sure, but deep down he longs to know your opinion of him. Even if it’s tongue and cheek, it warms his heart to believe that you think so highly of him.

Before long, it’ll turn into a common conversation shared only between the two of you; especially when alone. It’s one of many inside jokes he’ll be sure to form with you.

Spike is also very protective. He wouldn’t ever describe himself as possessive, but he certainly likes keeping you within arms reach.

If you’re not a bounty hunter, he’s going to want to know where you are and how you’re doing quite often. Partially, he loves being your knight in shining armor, but it goes a bit deeper than that. The thought of not being able to keep you safe from his past or present… it eats away at his brain. 

But if you're a bounty hunter as well, or generally engage in a dangerous lifestyle like him, he’ll hold back just a bit. He knows you can hold your own in tough situations (undoubtedly a huge reason as to why he fell for you in the first place). He does have his moments, though, where letting you run off towards peril is done begrudgingly. It’s hypocritical of him, but he cannot stand whenever you leave the Bebop without telling him beforehand. Spike could care less if Faye or Jet know about where you rush off to; just be sure to let him know. He’ll grow sick with worry if you’re gone for days on end, and isn’t above lecturing you on your recklessness.  

Initially, it will admittedly take some time for him to realize how he feels about you. Especially if you meet after Julia’s unfortunate end, he’ll be closed off from his own emotions.

Regardless of that, he’s going to need a bit of a push. The life of a bounty hunter isn’t exactly a glamorous one, and he finds it difficult to deny his own hesitance over long-term relationships.

Luckily, the step he needs to take isn’t a large one. Just a moment of clarity; a skip of his heart beat. Full understanding of the warmth that builds within his chest every time you’re together practically comes at him with a steel chair. It was on an average afternoon, after having caught a decently-sized bounty:

With his chin held up, a cheeky whistle plays on Spike’s lips. Passers by give him a variety of strange looks, turned off by the tied-up man he’s practically dragging behind him. John Pilgrim was the name; a rowdy criminal with a shiny price tag attached to his person.

He tugs at his binds, letting out an obnoxious curse towards the bounty hunter. A mother walking by gives both him and Spike a disgusted look, covering her small child’s ears. Smiling casually, Spike gives her a nod and a pleasant “Howdy.”

Turning a corner, the Bebop is sitting just yards away. Ein’s excited barks quickly reach his ears; running circles around the ship's landing site. Ed is dancing around the chipper dog, cartwheeling and mimicking Ein’s yips. Jet is tinkering with Faye’s personal ship, a large frown on his face. You’re standing beside him, holding a bright red toolbox and observing his work in silent awe. 

Glancing at Ein, Jet raises a brow. Searching for the source of the dog’s glee, Jet is the first to notice Spike’s return. “Oi, Spike!” Jet calls out, immediately removing himself from Faye’s trashed ship. Ed stops cartwheeling, and your head perks up. 

“Spike!” you squeak. Your hands both clasp over your heart, dropping the toolbox on top of Jet’s foot.

“Yowch! Fuck!” the older man shouts, inhaling a sharp breath. His knee bends upward, hopping on one foot as he mumbles more curses and profanities underneath his breath. Ed erupts in laughter, pointing at Jet. As always, any mocking tone in Ed’s voice is totally unintentional. “Jet Black! Jet Black! Give him some slack!”

Spike stops walking towards the Bebop, sighing. Home sweet home. 

“Spike!” you call again. His eyes search for you, having lost track of you on top of the Bebop. He’s taken aback upon spotting you running towards him on ground-level. “You’re okay!” you pant, slowing to a stop in front of him before long. You clutch your stomach, having rushed yourself off the Bebop in mere seconds. 

“Whoa, whoa, of course I’m alright,” he chuckled, nodding towards his annoyed captive. “Got the job all done and everything.” 

“Well-...” you pause in order to take a breath, “You’d stopped responding to us. I figure that’s also why you don’t have your racer?” 

He nods, “Yeah; I’m sure Jet will be happy to repair it when he’s done cleaning up Faye’s mess.” 

You giggle, covering a hand over your mouth. Tilting your head to the side, you tell him earnestly, “I’m really so glad you’re safe… I was damn near ready to head out and look for you myself. Next time, tell us you’re abandoning your vehicle. Don’t get me so concerned! I worry about you, you know.” 

Spike’s eyebrows rise in unison, and both his hands release any tension. Now… that’s real interesting. ‘I worry about you…’ your words echo in his mind. Briefly, he recalls past missions. You always are the first to greet him whenever he returns. A bright smile is spread on your lips regardless of whether or not the bounty was caught. Even if the others are annoyed, it never halts your expressed happiness. You’ve even engulfed him in tight hugs before, so thankful that in your joy, you’ve damn near thrown yourself at him.

‘I worry about you…’ 

Heat rushes to Spike’s cheeks. In slow motion, he watches you race back towards the Bebop. You’re going off about how you’re going to “tell Faye you’re back safe and sound!” but the majority of what you say flies over his head. Your arms spread wide and chin tilts upwards. Inspecting your body language, Spike swallows a gulp of spit.

Why hadn’t you hugged him this time if you were so concerned? He wouldn’t oppose it. No, he wouldn’t. In fact, his heart pounds desperately against his ribcage just imagining you taking the opportunity. Your arms wrapped around him, head buried in the crook of his neck, and the both of you sharing each others’ warmth. Even if it lasts for a moment…

Turning back to him, your smile falls. “Spike!” you exclaim, frantically tripping over your own feet as you stumble into another run.

Chuckling, Spike closes his eyes. In dramatic fashion, he opens his arms for you to rush into. He ignores his flushing cheeks, and pushing through the possibility of Jet or Ed watching him act like some romantic gush. Instead, he braces himself for impact.

Running footsteps blitz right past him, leaving his arms empty, and a tiny gust of wind fanning his face. “Huh?” Spike blurts, turning. 

You’re running after John Pilgrim, wiggling away as discreetly as he can muster. He’s still bound up, but while Spike got lost in his thoughts, he’d slipped from the bounty hunter’s grasp with ease. You barely manage to keep up but with a single lunge forward, you tackle the man to the ground. He struggles against your grip, but you keep him pinned down, a feat made easier due to his restraints. “Spike!” you yell, “Why the hell did you let him go!?” 

“Shit!” Spike exclaims, jerking his body forward and chasing after you. 

After that day, Spike Spiegel no longer can define his feelings for you as anything other than affectionate and loving. It’s so clear to him at that point he’s nearly ashamed to have not understood before.

But being in such a state of mind allows hope to flood his heart, so he doesn’t get hung up on the fact. Instead, he immediately starts making up for lost time.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Omg spike and [  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall from the writing prompts? 👀

A/n: I apologize for this taking forever.

It’s not like he lent to pin you to the wall, but some assholes were getting to close he thinking quickly he thought of the best solution, which involved him pinning you to a wall in a nearby alleyway. His lips pressed against yours.

Since you were considerably short than he was the man had to bend down. Though you seemed just as eager to kiss him back since your fingers were clutching his shirt tightly.

Breaking the kiss, Spike nuzzled his nose into your neck as a small laugh escaped your lips. Smiling you gave his hair a harsh tug then gently pushed him ma way.

“Never knew you were one to run away from a bunch of thugs Spike.”

Huffing, Spike crossed his arms over his chest watching you as you slipped out of that alleyway. His hands clutching your wrist pulling you to his chest. “Can’t I kiss you.”

Rolling your eyes you placed a small kiss to his lips then wove your fingers through his as you steered to make your way back go the ship. “Then since you feel that way so much we can kiss all you want back on the ship.” You teased.

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I'm into 2D man...

And dead ones...

Plz help

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[elysianavenue]

Not Alone

Spike Spiegel x Reader (no pronouns)

Warnings: injury, lots of mentions of blood, reader has trouble asking for help.

Summary: Before you met Spike, you had gotten used to dealing with things on your own. When you get hurt, Spike tries to get you to realize that you're not alone anymore.

Word Count: 1008

Maybe he just didn't know you as well as he thought he did. It was funny, almost. After 3 whole years of being with you, he still couldn't tell when you were hurt. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe you were just too damn good at hiding it, after years and years of being alone.

To you, it had just become a habit. To deal with injuries on your own, constantly feeling as if you'd be a burden to anyone who'd be so kind as to offer the tiniest amount of help. That just wasn't you. You couldn't do that to people when you were fully capable of patching yourself up.

So when a target worth quite the amount of woolongs manages to get the better of you, you didn't give the burning pain on the left side of your waist a second thought. There were more important things going on, after all.

Luckily, you had your partner in crime with you. Spike had taken down the guy, and the two of you were very eager to retrieve your reward, the injury on your side already being forgotten. That is until you and Spike made it back to the Bebop.

The pain, which started off as a burning pain, then a throbbing pain, was now both of those and before you knew it, you were limping from the pain.

The thought of burdening Spike made you uneasy, so as best you could, you pushed through the pain and walked towards your room, ignoring the comments from Spike and Jet, both of which were asking where you were going.

"I'm tired, I'm going to lie down for a bit." Was all you said before disappearing.

Spike lied back on his yellow couch, arms resting under his head as he tried to push back the nagging thoughts that were telling him something was wrong with you. You'd tell him if something was wrong...Wouldn't you?

"Something happen?" Jet asked, his attention back to the tall man on the couch.

"We had a little bit of trouble with the guy, but I don't think anything more than that happened," Spike shrugged, lighting the cigarette he put between his teeth.

"You don't think?" Jet deadpanned.

Spike sighed and sat up, now wondering if maybe something more had happened. The guy was holding a knife...No, you would've said something. Or would you?

Deciding enough was enough, Spike stood up, dropping his cigarette and ignoring Jet's remarks that the ship wasn't his personal ash tray. He didn't care. He had to make sure you were okay.

Meanwhile, you stood in front of your mirror with your shirt off, blinking back the tears from the pain. It was a nasty wound. It was a deep cut and the amount of blood made you sick to your stomach.

Your shaky hands were busy cleaning the cut while your teeth were sunk into your bottom lip, trying to hold back the cries that so desperately wanted to escape.

A knock on your door made you yelp and before you could get a single word out, none other than Spike Spiegel let himself in.

"I just wanted to know if you were...," He trailed off, his eyes widening at your current state. Not to mention, the amount of blood.

"Shit, Y/n." He ran over to you. You turned away from him, almost as if that could stop him. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"I'm fine, Spike. It's just a scratch," You said frantically. Definitely not fine, and most definitely not just a scratch.

"A scratch? Are we looking at the same thing?" He replied, possibly just as frantic. It was odd to see him react in such a way. Normally Spike didn't lose his cool over situations like this.

"Okay, yeah, it's bad. But I can handle it, trust me, I've dealt with worse," You kept trying to push him away.

At those words, I've dealt with worse, Spike realized he didn't know you as well as he thought. What could you have possibly gone through alone?

"I have no doubt you can handle this, but you're not alone, so please let me help you with this," He held onto your shoulders while he crouched down to your height so he could look in your eyes.

You were at a loss for words as he spoke. You're not alone. It's true, you weren't alone, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were burdening him.

"I don't want you to go out of your way for something like this," You gave one last futile attempt to deal with it alone.

He gave you a look. One that said "are you kidding me?" It made you want to hide in the corner like a little kid.

"Let me tell you something, Y/n. I'd go out of my way to help you with a goddamn paper cut, cause guess what, sweetheart? I kinda love you or something, all right? The last thing I want is for you to feel like you have to hide things like this from me because you're worried I'm going out of my way," He didn't look away from your eyes the entire time.

He loves you. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your cheeks as you repeated his words in your head.

"So how 'bout it? Will you let me take care of you?" He asked, flashing you a comforting smirk. You sighed, unable to turn him down, even showing a small smile. "I suppose."

So he took care of your wound, apologizing every time you winced in pain, cleaned up the blood, and handed you a clean shirt to change into. Once you were fixed up, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and ushered you to the bed.

It was foreign to you, being taken care of like this. But you told yourself that if you were able to get used to dealing with things alone, then you could manage to get used to Spike helping you out once in a while.

A/n: just a lil something i thought was cute since ive been multitasking with anime and rewatching cowboy bebop at the same time im watching one piece and black clover teehee. very overstimulated. anywaysssss.

[manias-wordcount]

ok so

Spike treated y/n bad because he didnt know how to confess to them and they were so nice to him and the group but when the reader gets badly injured(like near death but no) by protecting Spike he confess his feelings to them, but like telling them to stay amybe crying,calling himself stupid for not telling them sooner

the reader survives and they get togheter in the end and maybe a kiss? (edited)

tahnks in advance

Deserving (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗟𝗢𝗟 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When he pushes open the door to your bedroom on the Bebop, he knows deep down he shouldn’t be here. That he doesn’t  deserve  to be here. But that doesn’t stop him from giving into his bottomless feelings of guilt and regret. That won’t stop him from trying to right a wrong he should have corrected a long, long, long time ago. Before it got this bad. Before it even started.

Before you got hurt.

  He sighs. For a while, it’s the only sound in the room. But he can’t help it. You look so pretty when you’re asleep. You’re pretty all the time too.

But he knows you’d be even prettier if you were up on your feet- doing all the things you’ve proved to him that you could do. Countless times. Over and over again. Spike lets out another sigh. You’re so pretty when you’re asleep. But he hates seeing you like this. 

In the darkness of your room, it’s hard for him to see clearly. Hard for him to think clearly too. But he can still make out the shape, the figure, and the details of your body as you lay in your bed, resting to your heart's content. You look peaceful like this. Hair spread across the pillow instead of being tucked out of your way. Lips barely parted as the tiniest snores pass through them so easily. Eyelids closed softly instead of being squeezed shut with some type of emotion he doesn’t want to see your face hold. Chest rising and falling with every breath. No matter how deep. No matter how shallow. No matter how many bandages peak out from beneath the covers and hide away the horrible ways some stupid  fucking  bounty succeeded in hurting you. 

You look peaceful like this despite all that’s happened. But he’s glad about that. He’s glad you’ve been able to find your peace. You deserve it. You deserve it as much as he doesn’t deserve you. And by god,  he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve an inch of your time. A fraction of your mile. None of it.

But he wants it. He wants it so bad it’s scary. He wants it so bad that it hurts him. It hurts him hard.  And the things that hurt him always have their way of coming back around and finding their way onto you. 

He sighs again. And then he walks forward.

Now, Spike’s always been a runner. Always have been. Always will. He ran for the syndicate. Then he ran from them. Now he runs toward freedom. But it’s hard. He finds himself doing the chasing almost as much as he does the running. When he’s looking up at the ceiling- all lazy-like and perfect with his hands behind his head and TV on low- he wants to imagine his world without a single care in the world. But he can’t. He can’t because he still finds himself running in his daydreams. Something a little better. Something a little nicer. Something he can be proud of. Something worth all that running for.

But for you? He doesn’t run. Not this time. For you, it’s a slow walk to the side of your bed. Nice and easy. Easy and slow. He owes a lot to you, but he can start by doing this much for you. He can do so much. And you’d deserve it. You’d deserve it.

His footsteps echo around the room as he makes his approach. He silences them the best he can, but he isn’t perfect. He wants you to get your rest. He wants you to recover. To feel better sooner. To sit up and tug all the bandages off like they never belonged there, to begin with. He wants a lot of things. He is a lot of things. He owes a lot of things. It’s not one bit fair to you. Not one bit at all. 

But when he makes his way to the side of your bed, and he looks down, he’s reminded that life isn’t fair. Not to him. Not to you. Because if life were fair, he’d been lying in bed resting and hoping for the chance that you would come to visit him. Would you? He doesn’t know. He was never fair to you. He was never fair to himself either, but he was never fair to you.

He racks his hand through his hair after a moment of silence. And despite everything, he lets out another sigh before crouching down by your bed. He’s closer to your level now. Close enough to make out some more of the bumps and bruises that decorate your skin. Dotted here. Speckled there. Just a little something-  everywhere.  He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He doesn’t let it become a sigh. But it does force him to become something more. Thoughts unlocked. Memories unblocked. Something more. Something he hates. But he can’t help it. 

He leans forward and kisses your skin. It’s still warm. You’re still alive. But that changes very little. Because he remembers. 

He remembers every second of the day you were shot. Over a week ago and he can’t force it out of his mind. Not yet. 

  He remember what you wore. He remembers the sound of your voice. He remember digging in on you the first second he saw you that morning. Starting a fight he had no business stating all because you smiled at him with that kind and soft smile of yours, and you started to make his heart hurt. The type of fights he starts often. The type of fights he starts hating himself for afterward. 

And He remembers the cash prize showcased on Big Shots the unarmed captured on the newest and baddest bandit in town before making a big deal about having to team with you and how that started another fight. He doesn’t let you rest. But if you keep smiling so prettily like that to everyone you meet, he’ll think you’re better off restless anyways. He remembers what little rations you had that morning before going out. And how he stole a more than hefty bite out of your meager little breakfast and made excuses to himself that he deserved to have that bite because liking you made him worthy. 

Worthy of jackshit, anyhow. 

But most of all, he remembers the expressions on your face. The very second you pulled out your own gun. The very second you were shot first. The very second it began to hurt. And the look on your face the very second Spike shot the man who tried to kill you in complete and utter anger.

He remembers how scared you looked. Like you thought he was going to shoot you next. Like you thought you didn’t know him. Like you thought you were going to die. He remembers every second of it.

And he remembers how it made him feel.

“Stupid,”  he whispers into the silence. Gritted teeth and eyes screwed shut. Balled-up fists and a tight throat. He never did a single thing to deserve you. He never did a single thing to remedy it either. All he did was love you so hard that he pushed you away. All you did was be so sweet that he kept you from getting too close. But now you’re laying here after being dragged inches away from your death while he begs pathetically for your forgiveness in your sleep. And only in your sleep. He’s not brave enough to face you. He’s not deserving to face you. Not at all. Not one bit. “I’m so  fucking  stupid.”

So why does he feel like the hand suddenly running through his curls should stay? 

Despite the red-hot guilt of your skin against his body burning himself. Despite that the horrible way it causes his heart to squeeze and scream out in pain. In anguish. In regret. Despite the fact that he knows he owes you a world that is at least half as kind and half as beautiful, and half as perfect as you are to him. 

“It’s okay Spike…”

Despite everything you know. 

  “...I forgive you.”

Despite everything you know and so much more. 

[pix3lplays]

ooooo Spike Spiegel! Don’t mind if I do >:)

okay…Spike with a jealous reader! Like she doesn’t like hearing about Julia or any of his other exes. Hates it and gets huffy when other girls fawn over Spike, etc…

How do you think he’d handle that…as I feel he’s kinda a free spirit and wouldn’t take too kindly to this

-The one and only 🎪anon

Sounds cute, let’s do it >:) My first Spike request aaaAAAA!! Thank you, 🎪anon, you Rock!

Cw! Jealous behavior, lots of pining, reader is Nosy, Spike calls you Sweetheart, Kabedon lol, toxicity from both parties, Passionate kissing, argument

-Spike Spiegel x Jealous!Reader-

He doesn’t mention Julia often. In fact, you’re typically the one who brings her up after you heard about her a single time and found out Spike may have feelings for this woman… He’s not really a Fan of you digging around his past. But once he realizes the problem is that you’re just Jealous… Well. He takes your nosiness a little less personally. In fact he might even play it up a bit, just to get under your skin. “Oh, Julia? Yeah, we have three kids together, why do you ask about her?” he said once when you pried. The way your face contorted was Very. Entertaining. If someone begins hitting on him while you’re nearby, there’s a decent chance he’ll flirt back, just to get a reaction out of you. He kinda likes the way you wriggle your way into the conversation, explaining he was a member of your crew and you were Actually on an important mission right now, even if you weren’t-

He teases you for it. Right in front of them. “What important mission, y/n?” he asks, and you just wanna smack that smug grin off his face.

“That was really lame, Spike,” you growl. He’s sleeping on the couch in the Bebop. Well. Trying to sleep. Your yelling at him was making that kind of difficult. His hands are behind his head, and he doesn’t even open his eyes at your sudden outburst. “What did I do this time?” “In the bar. When you Embarrassed me. I didn’t like that.” He yawns, readjusts on the couch, when suddenly you’re hovering over him, arms crossed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do. I don’t get it, Spike, why are you LIKE this?” He lazily opens one eye. “Like what?” “Completely stubborn, emotionally unavailable. You know you can TALK to me, right? You don’t have to try and get me jealous for my attention-” This strikes a nerve. He stands up suddenly, surprising you, and he really does Tower over you with his height… “And who said I wanted your attention?” You huff, stare at the floor for a second before meeting his gaze again. “Well you’ve SURE BEEN ACTING LIKE IT-the way you FLIRT AROUND and-” He cuts you off. “We’re not DATING, y/n, so what do you care?!” he leans a little closer to you and you feel yourself flush with embarrassment and anger and excitement at being this close to the man you’ve been pining after for so long. “What do I CARE?! We’re FRIENDS, Spike-I’m just looking out for you-“ “Friends? Is that really what you think, Sweetheart?” You hadn’t even realized where you were standing until he slams his hand on the wall of the Bebop behind you. “SPIKE.” “C’mon, SAY IT. I know you think about me. I know you want us to be more than friends-that’s why you HATE Julia, and anyone else who shows me attention, isn’t that RIGHT, y/n?!” “Shut up!” “Make me-” He’s leaning so, so close to you, and you were staring at his lips when he said it, and suddenly you aren’t thinking and your lips meet his in a passionate, angry kiss. He doesn’t pull away from you. He wraps his arms around your lower back, pulling you into his taller frame as he kissed you back. He tastes like cigarettes. You love it. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, helping you deepen the kiss even further. You pull away for a second, both of you breathing heavily and then you find each other’s lips again for what feels like a small eternity. “I knew it…” he says when you both have finally had enough. His forehead is pressed against yours. He’s smirking like the jerk he was. “Just stop it,” you reply, knowing if you let him speak he’d ruin the moment. He shrugs, pulls you against himself in a deep hug, and you wrap your arms around his neck in turn. This was Not how you were expecting your first kiss with Spike Spiegel to go…if you ever got it. But you knew you shouldn’t be surprised. After all…you kinda liked how unpredictable he was.

[idlestxrs]

Western Nights (Part 1) | Spike Spiegel x Reader

Genre : Angst, Romance, Runaway

Warning(s) : Swearing, Violence, Stalking, Blood, Kidnapping.

Summary : You’re on the run from your small town. Freeing yourself of your religious cult, or so you thought as you caught news they were hunting after you. As you’re on your escape, you run into Spike Spiegel, and once push led to shove you knew you’d never be the same.

Note : This is somewhat inspired by Ethel Cain’s album, Preacher’s Daughter. However it won’t follow that story, just the religious aspects of it. I suggest giving it a listen! It’s a masterpiece.

You had been on the run for what seemed like forever. Long enough to have made it from Nebraska to Texas. Gas stations were your best friend. Only the ones with showers for travelers. You had been saving up money for over a year now to make this bold move, and paying for a stay in a hotel would’ve zapped it all in 3 days.

You found a train station that had tickets straight to California. That’s where you always wanted to go, but the ticket would cost half of your money. Being left with $100 to survive on after getting there didn’t sound very…appealing or manageable. Then again after phoning your friend Nathanial and finding out that people from that cult were hunting you down and planned on hanging you upon bringing you back there, sounded a lot less appealing.

You bit the bullet. “One ticket to California please.” You asked the lady in the booth. You coughed up the money. “The next train won’t be here until 10:30 tonight toots.” The lady spoke, her voice was raspy probably due to all the cigarettes she smoked.

You looked up at the clock…it was only 12:00 in the afternoon. You groaned as you sat down in the lobby with the few belongings you brought with you. You sat back on the wooden bench seating, staring at the grey, cracked ceiling. The place had dim florescent lighting, in reality the sun beaming through the windows did more than the lights themselves.

You couldn’t help but find a strange sense of serenity in it, and sighed. The feeling of being alone was scary yet satisfying at the same time. Nobody to tell you who you should be, but nobody to tell you everything is going to be ok either. Except yourself. You learned a lot about yourself on this journey so far. After everything you’d been through, finally felt content with yourself despite being totally alone. Sure there were people hunting you down, but they always thought you wanted to go to Florida. If anything they’d just lead themselves on the complete opposite end of the country and give up. You realized you could be a lot smarter than what you gave yourself credit for.

Your thoughts eventually blurred together leading you to feel drowsy, passing out on your bag next to you. You weren’t sure how much time went by before getting woken up by a poke on the shoulder. A man with messy black, green tinted hair stood in front of you. As you looked around, you noticed the place had suddenly filled up. Your eyes got a glimpse of the clock…2:00, dammit. You sat up and grabbed your bag, yawning. “Good nap?” The man asked with a slight smile on his face. “Decent.” You responded through another yawn. The man chuckled and spoke once again. “Mind if I take this seat next to you?” You sat your bag on the floor beside you, allowing him to sit. “Not like you had any other options.” You replied, giggling a bit yourself. He shrugged and sat down next to you. “There were some other options, but you seemed like the most pleasant person to sit next to.” He smiled and looked over at you. “So where are you headed?” He inquired. “Somewhere.” You responded dully. You weren’t sure why he’d come be so friendly with you, but your paranoia spiked in this moment. You didn’t want to risk anything at all.

He raised an eyebrow at your response. “Well…I’m headed to California. On my journey to the west! My name’s Spike, by the way. Spike Spiegel.” He shot you a big smile. You smiled back at him. “Y/N. I’m headed to California too.” You weren’t sure why you told him that. Your paranoid mind told you no, but something in your gut spoke for you. He seemed trustworthy. He’d find out you were going to the same place when you boarded the train anyway, so it really didn’t matter if you’d told him or not. Might as well be friendly.

“You know…our train doesn’t get here for another 7 hours.” He said with the hint of an idea in his voice. You hadn’t even realized you both had been talking for an hour straight. “Why don’t we go to the café downtown? It’s only about a 10 minute walk there.” Spike suggested. “Why not. It’s better than sitting and staring at the wall.” You sighed and stood up. As you both walked for the door, Spike sped up and opened it for you. “After you.” He said with cheesy grin on his face. “What a gentleman.” You weren’t as amused as he was, and all he did was laugh. “So, what set your sights on California?” Spike asked you as you both were walking down the brick sidewalk of the small down. Small business to window shop in littered the path to the Cafe, and it was times like these you wish you had more money. “To get away from my small town back in Nebraska.” Spike raised his eyebrow at your response. “Too small of a town for your liking or what?” He inquired. “To get away from the religion I was brought up in. It was cultish and there really wasn’t any other way out then to get shunned out of town, or get murdered before you got shunned. I’d been planning this for years.” You take a deep breath before letting out a deep sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this. I just met you.” You stared at the ground, a feeling of guilt washing over you for suddenly dumping all this on the stranger who was starting to feel like less of one. A look of concern washed over Spike’s face. “Don’t apologize, really! If everyone in your town is like that I doubt you’ve really had the chance to get any of this off your chest to anyone without the fear of it coming back to bite you in the ass later.” He paused for a second, then suddenly his concern turned into shock. “Okay so wait. You ran all the way here to Texas from Nebraska?” All you did was nod, gesturing towards your backpack. “Wow...you’re a really strong willed person. I admire that.” He grinned. For the first time in your life, you felt like someone actually meant what they said about you. For you, and not some fake persona you put up to survive. “I really appreciate that.” Your voice seeped of a deep feeling of gratitude. You smiled back at him, and right after that you were walking up a small set of steps. You had made it to the Cafe. “After you.” Spike held the door open for you again. “Thanks.” You smiled at him again as you walked in. “Spike! It’s great to see you again!” The girl standing in front of the cash register shouted. It made you feel a lot more at ease about Spike considering people in the community liked him. Normally that would be a bad thing. Preacher’s usually were held to high esteem back in your town but were the most evil people in the town, but Spike was obviously a free spirited person. Free spirits that are well-liked are typically amazing people, or whatever that book you read back at home said. “Tabitha!” Spike called out. “Always a pleasure to see you too.” He smiled. “I’ll just get my usual. And whatever my new friend here wants.” He motioned to you and pointed at the menu. “I’ll just get the plain black coffee. It’s cheaper.” You spoke to the bubbly girl taking your order. “Don’t worry about the price, it’s on me.” Spike spoke up. “No. I appreciate it but I’ll pay for my own.” You attempted to convince him, but it really wasn’t any use. “You worked so hard to get here. At the very least you deserve whatever coffee you want. I’ve got plenty of money right now. I insist” He wasn’t going to give this up. “Fine I’ll get the cinnamon latte.” You quietly spoke. “Now that’s more like it.” He gave his signature cheesy grin and a thumbs up. You’d known him for what...4 hours now? Yet you already were familiar with one of his expressions. You’ve always loved cinnamon. It was a flavor that brought a strange sense of comfort to you, and you really needed comfort more than ever. As you both sat down at a table to wait on your coffee, your paranoia was rising for some reason at this moment, and it was written all over your face. “Everything okay?” Spike questioned. He read you like a book. “One thing I didn’t mention is I got word that people from my town were looking for me. I’m just nervous they’ll somehow follow my trail and find me. Apparently they want me dead.” You whispered. He nodded in understanding, and nothing could’ve prepared you for his next words. “Even if they do find you, I won’t let them take you. Trust me.” He looked serious about this. “I might not know you that well yet, but I’ll be damned if I miss the chance to get to know you better. Not only that, but I won’t allow you to go back there to die when you’ve only just started living.” You felt a weird sense of relief somewhat wash over you. You were still on alert, but his words made you feel safe. “I...wow. Thank you, if you really do mean that I’ll make sure I pay you back for this someday.” He chuckled at your response. “You wanna know how you can pay me back, yeah? Live and enjoy your life once you’re free from all this. That’s the only payment I need.”  As Tabitha brought your coffee and you sipped on it, the mixture of the taste of cinnamon and Spike’s words made your eyes sting with tears. Your parents always warned you about strangers, claiming anyone not in the religion was trouble. If Spike was trouble, then trouble you’d get yourself into. The bell ringing from the door of the cafe interrupted your thoughts. A woman in all white, wearing a golden cross necklace walked in. Standing next to a man in a white suit, wearing the same necklace. You felt yourself get nauseous. You stared into Spike’s eyes with panic. “What’s u-” You cut him off by shushing him. “They’re looking for me. I know them.” You whispered in a panic. Luckily where you were both sat, you weren’t immediately visible upon walking in. “What do we do?” You were clearly shaken up, not really able to think. “Do you trust me?“ Spike whispered. You didn’t totally trust him yet, but it was either trust him or risk using your own thinking, which wasn’t really rational right now. “Yes.” You responded, and he nodded. He stood up, throwing his coat over him and motioning you to stand in next to him. He untied a string and it dropped the rest of the jacket. Was this guy a spy or something? It covered your legs, and he pulled you in close to him. You were hidden by just a piece of fabric in a dream. You prayed this would go well, but quickly realized how ironic that thought was. “Hey Tabitha! I’m ready for my shift. Where should I hang my coat up?“ You saw Spike wink, and Tabitha got the hint. “Just take it in the back!” She responded, as she then greeted the two people you desperately were trying to avoid. Spike walked into the back and left you back there as he put an apron on, making sure he blended into the role until they left. He gave you a brief hug and whispered, “It’ll be okay,” before walking back up into the front. You awkwardly sat in the back as you eavesdropped. “Have either of you seen this person on the side of this milk carton? This is my cousin.” The posh lady spoke up. You knew she was talking about you. “I haven’t. I’m so sorry.” Tabitha spoke up. “Well, someone saw them come in here today...” The posh man spoke up. “We asked someone, and they swore up and down...” He was gritting his teeth. “Well I hate to break it to you, but even if this person was here today, they’re gone by now.” Spike had a stern tone in his voice. “And you won’t speak to us like that.” You heard the two looking for you gasp. “Who are you to speak to us in such a fashion?” The woman spoke. “The same person who’s kicking you out of this cafe for talking to us the same way. Scram.” Spike demanded. You heard Tabitha gasp. You hated not being able to see what was going on up there. “You’ll learn not to speak to us like that again boy.” The man spat. “Go ahead and pull the trigger. We’ll see what God thinks of that.” Spike retorted. You felt sick to your stomach hearing a gun got pulled. “Let’s see who meets him first.” You peeked and saw Spike holding a gun to the man now. It was a stand off. “What’s the sour face for?” Spike taunted. “Do it. I fucking dare you.” Right before the man fired his gun, Spike ducked and popped back up, putting a bullet between the man’s eyes. The woman with him screamed. Luckily for them, nobody else was in the cafe. She bolted out of the cafe and a car screeched down the road. “The coast is clear.” Spike called out to you. Tabitha was locking up the cafe doors. “We’ll need to clean this up somehow.” Her breathing was all over the place. It was as intriguing to you as it was odd that Spike was calm. Blood was all over the floor. After what felt like hours of cleaning, there was no sight blood had even been here. Tabitha said she “knew a guy” who could take care of the body for them, and so you and Spike made your way back to the train station. “How were you so calm during all of that?” You blurted out. “Inside I was a nervous wreck, I just know how to not show it.” Spike sighed. “In reality I’m still shaken up too, but hey. Better him than you, right?” He patted you on the back. One hour was left until the train would be arriving. You had fallen asleep again, Spike allowing you to use his shoulder as a pillow. The nap was short-lived however, Spike was waking you up. “Hey, it’s time to board the train. Sit next to me, yeah?” He smiled. You weren’t going to leave his side now. He just killed for you. It would be downright cruel to tell him no. He let you sit on the inside next to the window. It was dark out, but you still stared out of the window at all the dimly lit sights. “Hey...I’ve got a question for you.” Spike broke the silence. “What is it?” You turned around and looked at him. “Wanna go see the west with me?” He smiled at you as he asked. “I’m not exactly sure what you mean.” You responded awkwardly. “What I mean is why not come travel with me? Stick by each other’s side, you know? After everything that happened today, something doesn’t feel right making this train ride the last time we see each other.” He looked down at the floor for a minute before looking back up at you, staring into your eyes. Your shaken up mind was screaming no, but your heart and gut were telling you to accept his offer. After a life of listening to your mind, it was time to start listening to your gut and your heart. Those were the things that gave you the nerve to run away in the first place. If you listened to your mind, you’d still be in Nebraska. You nodded as you spoke, not breaking eye contact with the man who had proven himself to you as someone you could trust. I mean, come on. He did just kill someone for you. “I agree. I can’t imagine this just being some one off moment with a stranger after everything that just...happened.” He smiled, not one of his cheesy ones, but a soft one. “I’m glad to hear that. I’m looking forward to getting to know you even more.” You both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds longer before chuckling awkwardly, turning to look back out of the window. You felt yourself getting sleepy, and as your head fell back to your seat, Spike caught you with his arm, gently moving you to lean against his shoulder instead. Eventually he let out a yawn, his head resting on top of yours as you both fell asleep on the train ride to California. After two days of travel, Spike was once again waking you up. You’d finally arrived in California. You sprung awake in excitement and held onto Spike’s arm. You didn’t really seem to realize you’d been doing it, and he didn’t really seem to mind, so you both walked off the train like this. “We’re actually here I can’t believe it!” You squealed. Spike led you both to a place to rent a car, then soon after pulled up to a hotel. After checking in, you both went up to your room. Two queen sized beds and finally some good air conditioning. You hadn’t slept on a bed in weeks, but you were too excited to sleep right now. “Can we go and explore?” You asked him. He happily nodded and you both ran out into the town, admiring all the city lights. However the part of you that explored back home kicked in and managed to find a quiet spot on a trail. You sat down, and Spike sat next to you. Staring up at the stars. “Look at those starts, it’s like they make a rose.” You were in awe at how pretty the sky was here too, just like back at home. “That one looks like a lion.” Spike chuckled. You both sat and admired the stars for hours, talking about whatever came to mind. Neither of you knew when it happened, but Spike’s arm was around you and you were leaning into him. “I finally feel like I’m living.” You sighed out in a relived and content way. “That’s what I like to hear.” He pulled you into him a little closer and you both kept soaking in the beautiful night sky above you.

[lil-tokyo-42]

Assassin of jazz Spike spiegel x Y/N

why am i writing and posting at 1 in the morning? Bc i cant sleep! yayyy anyways- WARNING: Cursing ig th

-"Hi Laura, it's been a long time hasn't it? She was so happy to see you even though you guys have been together in the dojo for YEARS. "OMG DELTA HIII!!" She jumps to bear hug you. Even though she looks weak she is strong! "Whoa! Don't fucking hit me with your damn sword! Jeez..." She let go then took a long look at your color that the dojo master gave you. You had green for your color because you look like you could kill but can be kind and generous. Wouldn't be afraid to commit as many murders as you desired. Laura is yellow as for her being an energetic, lovely person. She still wouldn't be afraid to do her job though. "Wait why did i feel something on your back? Like, something long?"

-"Because I have swords." You said pressing a button on your back revealing the invisible swords that were behind your back the entire time. "Wow! Who gave you those? I kinda want some shit like that.." You giggled a little "Friend of sensei, she does this kind of tech." Vividly remembering the 'gift' received for your birthday, She had meant for it to be sent before it so you could test it on your birthday. "Oooo I just might need her number! I couldn't even see a speck of the sheath!" (it's the cover for a sword) "Yeah, it makes it really easy to stab someone in an alleyway without them getting suspicions!" You agreed. You suddenly went stiff, so did Laura. Starting to pull your weapons out, the person behind you starts to speak.

-"Whoa now! I know i said i wasn't coming, but I considered it!" Vicky came from the alleyway on the other side of the street. "Vicky!!" Laura said putting her sword back and running to her sneaky friend. "Hey Sunny but seriously you look like the sun gave you a makeover." She said bluntly "Oh yeah?! Well you look like a fruit roll up thrown up on you!" She spat. "YOU FUCKING BI-" Before she could finish her vulgar sentence, another voice came from the diner door. "VICTORIA MAYDAY" Vicky heard her full name by Lou.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR CALLING MAYDAY!?" "AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO WITH THAT MOUTH" The vulgar conversation went on until you had to break it up while Laura, not doing anything about it standing there with the 'Oh no she did NOT' face. "STOP BOTH OF YOU OR IM SLICING YOUR HEADS OFF"

-Both of the women look at you. Vicky knew you were the stronger one so she gave up while Lou just went back to the diner with Laura following her for the pancakes. "Ya'll still got beef Vic?" you asking with laughter soon following. "Shut up...It's her fault I almost got my arm cut off by sensei." She said, remembering the time. "Yeah well Lou is the reason your a assassin" Saying while going into the diner with the other two."Yeah yeah..." Walking in with you.

I AM TIRED BRO I FELL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT AND NOW I HAVE TO WRITE AGAIN FOR LOKI UGHHHH.

anyways byeeee!

[tboywriter]

I don't post often but I do write often -- all my in-progress works are written here and I'll update with a link when I post :D

all art/pics r not mine -- they're all from Pinterest LOL

last updated : 1/31/2024

* __ means I haven’t decided on the gender of the reader yet :/ <it'll be either gender neutral or male reader> also if things are listed under book/movie/tv/etc -- that's the adaptation I'm using !!

posted:

m o v i e s 

The Holdovers | Angus Tully x gn!reader

t v

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel x gn!reader

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel Headcanons

o t h e r  h e a d c a n o n s

( non - x r e a d e r )

modern!Harry Potter World Headcanons

under construction:

m o v i e s 

Marvel | Pietro Maximoff x male!reader

HP | George Weasely x male!reader

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

Big Hero 6 | Tadashi Hamada x __!reader

Hells Angels | Mario x __!reader

t v

AHS | Michael Langdon x __!reader

AHS | Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Community | Abed Nadir x male!reader

Only Murders in the Building | Tim Kono x __!reader

Fairy Tail | Gray Fullbuster x male!reader

b o o k s

Maze Runner | Newt x male!reader

HP | tutor!Remus Lupin x __!reader

g a m e s

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey x gn!reader

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey Headcanons 

The Arcana | Asra Alnazar x __!reader

As We Know It | Jude x male!reader

c e l e b r i t i e s 

TXT | Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

TXT | mafia!Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

Actor | guidance counselor!Austin Butler x __!reader

p l a y s  a n d  m u s i c a l s 

Cursed Child | Scorpius Malfoy x male!reader

[stargazer-dreamer]

cowboy caregiver

character: spike spiegel reader: gender neutral summary: spike is sick. you realize the two of you have very different methods of dealing with that

★ spike spiegel does not get sick

★ that’s what he tells you as he wraps a blanket around himself and sniffles on the couch

★ he didn’t even bother getting dressed. couldn’t. not when he got up to do his morning workout and couldn’t make it past the bedroom door, already out of breath and muscles weak from the strain

★ he made it to the common room, but only just barely

★ despite his protests, you made him lemon tea. he preferred coffee, you knew, but this would work wonders for his throat

★ he sipped at it with a pout

★ the fridge needed restocking, so breakfast was instant ramen. you chose a kimchi flavored one to help with his sinuses—never mind the fact that he couldn’t handle even an ounce of heat

★ it was for his own good. he got out of bed when you told him not to

★ after his meal—after he gulped down the broth like his life depended on it and gasped for air a moment after—you sent him back to bed. whatever the future equivalent of vicks vaporub is was applied to his chest and upper lip, and he resisted the urge to immediately wipe it away

★ he was a bit of a brat, when he was sick. he whined and sought out comfort, all while stubbornly holding on to the claim that he wasn’t sick at all; a box of tissues down already and your hand forced into his hair, silently demanding you run your fingers through it

★ he reached for a box under his bed, one you’ve never seen before, but you confiscated the whole thing and forced into his hands a dose of store-bought medicine instead

★ “no,” he said. “i want my stuff. i don’t do well with drugs”

★ “this isn’t a drug,” you insisted. “spike, i’m giving you medicine”

★ he looked at you with all the sobriety someone with a fever could possibly muster. “all medicine are drugs”

★ eventually, you got him to down the dose and within minutes, he was snoring away

★ he didn’t wake up for the next twelve hours. you couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad about it

★ when you asked how he was feeling, he squinted and mumbled that he, admittedly, felt a little bit better, but not by much

★ he didn’t have much of an appetite, but after a bit of prodding, he managed to eat half a bowl of porridge

★ after that, you helped him into the shower

★ after about half an hour—about twenty minutes past his usual shower time—you came to check up on him

★ he was laying in the tub, water raining down on him, and he was positioned in such a way that you couldn’t quite tell if he was alive or not. the mumbled protest he gave after you shut off the faucet clued you in to the fact that he was trying to cool off

★ despite that, getting him back to bed was easy enough, the promise of a back rub sent him straight to his room, on his stomach, back presented to you

★ in the middle of it, he fell sleep but woke up immediately after you got up to leave

★ he didn’t want you to go. he agreed to another (lower) dose of medicine only if you read to him the book he had been slowly working through

★ he was asleep within seconds, but you couldn’t help but stay by his side for a little while longer. a kiss to his temple had him stirring, but he remained asleep

★ you smiled at him fondly. taking care of him was a full time job

[venushasvixens]

Okay, so I finally watched the final two episodes of Cowboy Bebop.

Yeah, Spike is definitely not alive. And I am truly heartbroken BUT…

The newest chapter of Life is but a Dream is almost finished! (And by finished I mean it’s probably going to release tonight or tomorrow) Emotions a plenty, so grab some tissues.

I’ll see you soon, space cowboys

[inkpot909]

Can I get a Spike x raeder

The reader was kind with Spike and all but he didn't need a kid adult like in his team so he was always treating them like..idk "whatever" "ok." "Just leave me alone" and so on

But one day the reader gets in the way of a criminal taking the bullet for Spike and they say "thanks goodness you're ok" while bleeding out and Spike regrets it,he doesn't want them to go away,so he apologizes,saying that he needed them taht he would stop teasing them or treating them bad

They get together in the end :)

U can add as much angst as u want

A/n: Thank you thank you so much for the fun request! I feel awful for not being able to finish it for a while; getting caught up in personal matters. I appreciate the support and truly hope it was worth the wait. Have a lovely day; as well as all others reading. <3

Warning(s): Swearing; brief mentions of blood/canon-typical violence; light angst.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

It’s a dreadful thought lingering in the back of Spike Spiegel’s mind. Instead of pulling him away from them, fully in the present where he should be, a ricocheting gunshot nearly grazing across his shoulder only hammers the point home. 

It seems that’s the route most bounties have gone down as of late. Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t even pretend to be surprised anymore. And usually, high-stakes entice him. But tonight was supposed to- no, it had to be different for safety’s sake. That much so was made very apparent.

What was originally meant to be a sneaky, difficult yet rewarding job, has mutated into a public gunfight taking place within a famously high-class bar. Having tracked the bounty to this location, things quickly went array upon the realization that most of the security in the building is in the palm of their hand. The bounty himself has presumably slipped away in the commotion, letting others take care of the dirty work for him.

The messiness of the situation has forced Spike and you both into a corner, desperately having to duck for cover. If it weren’t so tense- bullets flying in the air seemingly at every turn -Spike would almost laugh. It’s delightful (if not, a tad bit macabre) to see the place be wrecked to hell in a contextless vaccum. A handful of bodies are scattered across marble flooring along with broken tables and seats. By now, most innocent bystanders are either in hiding or found a way to flee the scene. Blood pouring onto the floor from bodies or light droplets from those still standing contrast heavily with a monochrome color scheme. It’s the kind of joint Spiegel usually wouldn’t ever think to step foot in; mingling with rich types isn’t exactly his cup of tea. On the flip side, maybe the owner at least has hope of being able to repair the mess themselves (a vain hope; as both him and you will most likely have to pay for property damage regardless of the owners funds).

Finding an opening to do so, Spike whirls his body around while swiftly reloading his revolver. Sticking his head up from behind the bar, he barely has enough time to understand the positions of those firing.

Just a few yards away from him on his left, you keep yourself hidden behind a table turned onto its side. Spike ducks below the bar once more, cursing underneath his breath. Blood is trickling down your right leg, clear signs of an injury. From what, exactly, eludes him for the time being.

The dark look on your face is unwavering, however. In fact, you’ve maintained a serious exterior for almost the entire night. It’s enough to put a hindrance on Spike’s breathing, albeit briefly. Such an intense presence doesn’t suit you at all. 

You momentarily pull your attention from the action across the room, sensing someone’s eyes on you. Sure enough, you meet Spike’s gaze immediately. Nodding to one another, a beat comes and goes before the two of you move in tandem. Raising your guns, you both rise up quick enough to fire a shot or two. 

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

Crouching down, Spike stares at his feet. Despite holding his head low, his eyes give the impression that he’s looking at something far away. His lips press together in a thin line, letting out a long sigh. Jet’s going to have our heads for this, he expects.

Despite your cool front, you’d been as reckless and clumsy as ever (Spike’s words not yours). He had half a mind to blame you for the shootout, but even he has to admit he knows better than that. Although you fired the first shot, he might as well have done so himself via his own thick headedness. Just as Spike predicted would happen earlier the same day, you ended up hurt. However, he’d done just about everything his older companion told him not to, and here you are suffering the consequences along with him.

...

“Isn’t the whole point of this bounty to be discreet?” Spike muses, arms crossed. His expression is soured, and shoulders stiffened in defense. Sprawled out against the Bebop’s couch, he’s sat himself opposite of Jet. Well aware of how uncomfortably upright the yellow furniture is, his vegged out form is working to drive home a point more than anything else. 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jet replies, voice gruff and short. 

The younger man scoffs, raising his arms and gesturing to his right wildly. “Then why the hell-...” Spike pauses, rubbing his temple, “Then why… do you think I need to bring along Y/n? Surely it’d be better if I-”

“Because they work swiftly and are the most likely to keep you from inflicting your usual brand of collateral damage. I’d say they’ll do well to keep you from messing this up well enough.” Jet cuts him off casually. 

“What? So they’re my babysitter? You know how they are- they’ll just get in the way.”

Jet bites back, “Spike, I swear this’ll go smoothly if you just accept their help. Don’t you dare think of going off on your own. The bounty’s got connections and has reportedly been on high alert since the price on his head increased. We don’t have all the details, but there’s enough to know it could get ugly. You’ll be kicking the bucket if you don’t get your head screwed on straight.”

“We both know the chance of that happening,” Spike huffs.

“Yeah, right… less likely than you admitting to yourself the real reason you get so high-strung about Y/n.” 

The fluffy-haired man raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because you like them, but saying so must not be in vogue nowadays, so you tell yourself it’s just because they’re childish- or whatever made up reason it is this week.”

“They are childish.” 

“And you aren’t?” Jet questions, “I’d think refusing to follow a well-informed decision just to avoid who you’re going to be working with is pretty immature.” 

Silence follows, the moment thick with thought. 

Making a face, Spike abruptly kicks his leg forward and smacks his foot against the side of Jet’s cute coffee table. He doesn’t even open his eyes at the booming, metallic sound. “As if a bright green racer with a goddamn flower plastered on the side of it won’t make us stick out everywhere we go!” Spike exclaims, clearly still hung up on Jet’s previous statement or sending him an implicit warning to shut his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but how many repairs have you needed on that obnoxiously red racer of yours in the past month!?” Jet snapped, finally looking his crewmate in the eye. “Y/n and you are the best choice for this sort of job. You’re going with them; end of story. The sooner you get the bounty the sooner you can come home sulking about it.”

Not twenty minutes later, Spike found himself begrudgingly walking next to you heading towards the Bebop’s garage. You maintain a youthful spring to your step, while he practically drags his feet on the floor following you. 

“Hurry up, slow poke!” you jest, stopping in front of the garage door. Turning towards him, you tap your foot repeatedly as if you’re being forced to wait for him. 

“Maybe you should start practicing blending into the shadows for when we land,” he suggests, moving past you, “You know… being unnoticeable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you giggle, “You’d miss out on what you like the most about me!” 

Sneering, he responds non-committedly, “Yeah… sure.”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Spiegel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff, a playful edge to your tone, “C’mon… at least admit I’m more fun than Faye; that can’t possibly be difficult to voice out loud.”

“I’m not admitting shit,” he suddenly snaps, “I just want to get this done; I could really use that reward- so let’s go.”

Frowning, your gaze hesitates on his person as he turns on his heel and shuffles away. He moves with hasty steps towards his precious racer for extra measure.

Your shoulders fall, but his back is turned to you. And even if it wasn't, you are certain by now that it wouldn’t make a difference. The wall he’s built between the two of you is sturdy and unmoving, but hell if you haven’t tried your hand time and time again at tearing it down.

But unknown to you, his thoughts haven’t moved his attention away.

Select bounty missions notwithstanding, nothing ever seemed to truly wipe the smile from your face. Even then, most times you can keep a playful edge to your actions and attitude. Spike Spiegel hates that. It’s hypocritical, considering his own behavior at times, but logic is (apparently) irrelevant. Nothing ever seems to get to you either, and that’s the most frustrating. Nothing he ever says or does gets to you. From the tiniest comment to the very reasons behind Jet's latest stream of lectures- he hardly has witnessed you bat an eyelid at it all.

It’s not that he necessarily dislikes you as a whole, but something angry inside him bubbles over around you. Still fresh in the bounty hunter world, your attitude just appears… too naïve. The feeling you fill him with is foreign, and why someone ‘so simple’ can get his mind racing is beyond him. Within the dim lighting the Bebop offers, barely reaching the inside of his racer, Spike has long been so sure you’d never find common footing he doesn’t even consider it an assumption anymore. 

...

Amidst his thoughts, the two of you manage to shave the number of shooters down by a considerable amount. 

Still eager to be done with the case (even if it means coming back empty handed at this rate), Spike takes the opportunity to fully rush away from behind the bar completely. Taking a dive, he shoots another individual just before tumbling to the floor. As he rolls himself over to find complete cover once more, he loudly lets out a curse after a loud gunshot fires in the air. 

“Spike!?” you squeak, whipping around to see the man on the floor cradling his foot. Both his hands are clasped around his shoe, knuckles turning ghost white from applied pressure. Your eyes widen, dropping your adopted expression. “Are you alright!?” you shout. 

“Less worry; more shooting!” he barks, wincing at a shot of pain trailing violently up his leg. 

Not needing to be told twice, you focus your efforts back on the task at hand. He hears three distinct gunshots from your side of the room. Two thuds come from the far end his back is facing, a sound he recognizes as clothed bodies hitting the floor. To Spike’s relief, deafening sounds of guns firing comes to a complete halt. 

You drop to the floor as well, buttocks making harsh contact with marble. Turning just your head this time, you meet Spike’s gaze once more. Not a second passes before the two of you share an exhausted laugh. Your tone is light and thankful, his is booming and pushing through fierceness beginning to fade. 

“As best as we can… we’re keeping this from getting back to Jet or Faye,” Spike mumbles, leaning his head back after calming himself down. 

Smiling warmly, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and move your attention. Your eyes scan the back of the bar, squinting slightly. The walls are littered with bullet holes, and you’ve no doubt the amount of which are near impossible for one person to count alone. A shady figure lingers in a bathrooms door frame, and at least two tables in the back are snapped in half-

Wait… 

Realistically, the figure in the distance moves fast. To you, the gut reaction is so quick hindsight allows you to fool yourself into believing you had even a moment to think about your actions. To understand what exactly it was you’re doing. To process all that transpires within the next couple of seconds. 

But that isn’t really the case. You merely registered the shadowed individual’s frame, and the reflective light bouncing off the pistol in their hand. It was all you needed to act, diving to the side so quickly that ‘desperate’ wouldn’t be enough to describe the action. 

A shout erupts from behind you, frantic and unfathomably angry. More sounds of gunshots fill the air; curse words and other profanities fill any available space. You can distinctly make out Spike’s voice, and one more that’s unknown to you. It’s very deep and masculine, though, from what you can understand.

You attempt to roll your body over, but a sharp pain just below your collarbone and near your shoulder keeps you from doing so. Vision blurs at random, and you can scarcely make out your companion (roommate?) standing in front of you. When exactly did he get there? 

Your eyes flutter open and shut. 

You feel someone kneeing you in the side, and your eyes snap open to observe Spike bending down beside you. Slowly but surely, your vision stabilizes. When did he…? Is the mysterious shooter still around? You attempt to move again, but this time the pain you feel is so prominent you cry out and screw your eyelids shut. 

“Oi oi oi…” you hear Spike’s voice call. “Don’t strain yourself, dummy,” he tells you, having absolutely no bite behind his words. At least, none you could make out. Still, you're inclined to wonder if it’s still just your own shock over getting shot making you misunderstand. 

“Bounty got away…” he huffed, gently sitting you up against a fallen table. Giving you an apologetic look, he rips the side of your top open. You put up no fight, watching him wrap your bullet wound with whatever makeshift materials he’s found lying around. 

“Was that who was standing in the back?” you ask, voice kept low. 

“Yeah,” he replies, “ I thought the coward hightailed it and ran… but I guess he wanted the last laugh. Erm- tried to at least. He ended up running anyway.” 

“Him and this ‘team’ if his will probably persue us, then,” you sigh, “Now we have to hunt him down before he gets us…” Pausing, you take a minute to mull over your words. “I’m really sorry. This is all my-“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off calmly, gesturing to your injuries. “Not when you’re like this.”

Smiling despite yourself, he stops his movements at the display. Ignoring the shock on his face, you ask, “What? You worried about me?” 

Spike hesitates, physically moving his chest away from you. “Don’t be absurd,” he scoffs, speaking unconvincingly. He continues, wrapping around the wound once more before stopping himself yet again. His frown deepens, adding, “And stop smiling like that.” 

“Why?”

“Because you were just shot!” he snaps, “And nearly slipped out of consciousness!” 

“Ah…” heat rushes to your face, “So you were worried…” 

“I-… yes, fine, okay?” his head falls, giving in.

You snort, “That sounded painful.” 

“Tonight’s been stressful; you haven't been acting like yourself all night. Even on a job… it’s not like you to get so serious. What was with you?”

You shrug sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. “Thought you’d like it better that way.”

“It freaked me out, why would-“

Spike halted his words. He knew exactly why, but the night has been a long string of his own mistakes so it’s been tough keeping up. And here’s the biggest one yet, coming straight towards him holding a steel chair: How he treats you. More specifically, how he spoke to you earlier. How indifferent, borderline annoyed, he always acts. It’s true, he’s long been trying to figure out how to press your buttons. But all at once it’s clear that it does get to you. Now that it’s showing, even just a small bit, his wall between you two starts to crumble.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to you either…” you mumble when he doesn’t continue, “Jet was telling me how easily the job could be slipped up. I was a bit intimidated… and when you spoke to me earlier I guess I just accepted that it would be a little out of my league. This was my first real ‘big gig’ after all… and I couldn’t accept the idea of disappointing you.”

Nodding, he finished up the last of tending to the wound for the time being. Regardless, his hand lingers on your shoulder supportively. “I’m… sorry I’ve been hard on you. This lifestyle’s really roughened me out; guess I should be glad it hasn’t gotten to you yet,” he mutters, adding a quick, “You did good.”

The moment it slips from his mouth, he is taken aback. He means that too, but that’s the part that surprises him. Then again, you’d surprised him yourself.

A grin flashes across your face. Sweet and genuine, without a sting of pain. Spike’s heart feels heavy with just a simple glance. It’s like the first time he ever saw you, back when he was keen to notice a glowing aura you possessed. He’d describe it as a pure beauty, if he could have swallowed his pride. However, it’s the added context of knowing who you really are that keeps his attention on you this time around.

“You think I have hope of becoming a ‘real’ bounty hunter like you someday?” you ask, referencing a conversation you’ve shared once before. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart,” he replies, a tiny smile appearing on his face. 

Sharing a breathily laugh, the two of you soon sit and stare at one another in silence. Outside, people are shouting and police sirens are flaring. Yet his diligent ogling isn’t hindered in the slightest. 

“What about respect…?” you test the waters, voice quiet and careful, “You think I’ve at least earned that?”

Smirking, Spike’s head slowly moves from your shoulder to the back of your head. His own leaning down crookedly in correlation, speaking now in a low whisper, “Don’t be modest… you’ve earned more than that.” 

In one swift motion, his lips press against yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even as people began to pile into the building, police enforcements leading the way, the two of you stayed glued to one another. A news crew even caught a glimpse of the display of affection, only adding to outside confusion. 

Breaking away from the kiss, you giggle against his lips, “We’re on TV.”

“Give ‘em a show, then, yeah?” he smirks, leaning closer and planting another kiss on your lips. 

At home, within the Bebop’s common area, Jet plops down in his favorite seat with Ein at his side. The man nearly falls out of his chair upon turning on his television.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection for Spike?

A/n: Spike my beloved!!!

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Prompt used:

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

How romantic are they?:

Spike isn’t / wasn’t the most romantic guy when your first meet him. It’s not like he was ever give the chance to even be romantic given the life he has /leads. But it does not mean that he can’t. It is the little things that Spike does where you know that he loves you. He does try his best to remind you that he loves you. You mean the world to him and Spike is positive that his world / his life would mean nothing if he were ever to lose you.

How do they show affection?

Spike is 100% a physical type of man when he shows is affection.He’s not going to buy you all these gifts or do anything fancy. The man is a bounty hunter after all. What he will do is to make sure you are always safe. He may hold your hand out in public but he will keep his arm wrapped around your waist just so he know that you are safe. Spike will teach you self defense and teach you how to handle a gun so be prepared for that. Pretty sure this man is touched starved so he’s going to he clinging to you the entire time on the ship and great ready for a lot of kisses and sex. Once you know that this man loves you he’s not gonna wanna stop.

He will melt if you run your fingers through his hair.

[mytheoristavenue]

Please tell/show me Slave for you =D

Slave for you is a scrapped idea for Kinktober 22 that involves Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop) x reader, where (Y/N) is the co owner of a night club and her husband has been running drugs out of the back, which caused him to gain a bounty. The story revolves around Spike and Jet coming to the club to arrest him, and (Y/N) giving them a discount on a VIP room, where she 'entertains' Spike.