#someone make love to spike spiegel please

[whitneysgang2019]

You Remind Me of Her

Spike Spiegel x Fem Reader SMUT

Watched and finished Cowboy BeBop and thought it was pretty good. Which means it's time to write an angsty, smutty one shot. It's a really, REALLY long one so settle in. Things get a lil spicy in more ways than one but it's all good. Spike is a sweet, broken baby and he deserves all the love. Minor's this is NOT for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, heated conversations/arguments, smoking, talk of past traumas, slight gaslighting, STRONG mentions of past abuse, breakdown, angst to fluff, reconciliation, reassurance, soft foreplay, fingering, oral (m receiving), comfort sex (p in v), praise kink if you squint, all the lovey-dovey stuff, cum on body, cuddles.

It was supposed to be a quiet night, with Jet out looking for info on a bounty, Faye blowing all her money at the casino, and Ed and Ein on some wacky adventure of their own. You figured you'd have the Bebop to yourself and that Spike would tag along with another one of your comrades. But being the stubborn man he is, he stayed back, wanting some time to himself as well. For a good bit of the night, you both kept to yourselves, he took a cat nap, and you cleaned up the Bebop.

While you were cleaning the kitchen you thought you might try and spend some time with Spike rather than avoid him, seeing as it might come off as rude if you ignored him. After you finished cleaning you put on some comfy clothes in place of your work ones and made your way to the living space. You saw Spike was still lightly sleeping on the couch. You gently bumped his leg, jolting him awake from his dream. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to you.

"Was that really necessary?" he grumbled, annoyed that you woke him. You chuckled to yourself as you sat on the floor next to him, now being at eye level with him. Telling him he shouldn't sleep the entire day away in hopes to lighten his mood. That only seemed to make things worse though. He gave an exasperated sigh as he sat up and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He blatantly stated that he didn't want to be woken up and that he would've preferred to keep sleeping. You furrowed your brows,

"Well there's no need to be a jerk about it," you pulled yourself up from the floor. You looked at him and crossed your arms, wanting him to talk about what was bugging him, even though you never outright said it. He looked at you with bitter-cold eyes,

"Well maybe if you left me alone there wouldn't be an issue," he spat as he flicked his lighter and took a few puffs until the end burned a bright orange. You sighed heavily, your fingers gripped the sleeve of your shirt to keep yourself calm and collected,

"Im sorry if I bothered you, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Feels like its been a long time since the two of us spent any time together and just hung out you know ."

You two weren't super close, but close enough to where you'd hang out, talk, and occasionally hook up to pass the time. You both knew it would never lead to anything, but you stupidly developed feelings for the floofy-haired man anyways. You wanted to be the one to support him. But he never really showed interest in having a relationship with you, or anyone for that matter. The only time he showed any interest in anything was when his past was brought up, and especially when a certain someone was mentioned. It was those moments where he would either would open up or close off completely. And at that moment you could tell he was thinking about her and his past as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, clearly irritated with you.

"Yeah, and?" He didn't look at you when he asked. You felt the heat of anger and resentment rise in your cheeks, finding it hard to keep your composure.

"And I thought we could spend a little bit of time together, is that such a heinous request," you spat back at him.

"Whenever you want to 'spend time together' it usually means you wanna sleep with me, and im gonna pass on that." Your arms fell to your sides and clenched into fists. You took an audibly deep sigh,

"Believe it or not I don't always wanna sleep with you, sometimes I do just want to talk," you rebutted. He took another puff, and exhaled heavily, still not making eye contact with you,

"Heh, could've fooled me," he mumbled, the cigarette never leaving his lips as he spoke. You scoffed in disbelief and crossed your arms over your chest once again, scowling at him. Spike had always been a bit snarky, it seemed it was just in his nature, but the comment he made was pure spite.

"For the love of Christ what the hell is your problem?"

He adjusted to a position where he was slouching and one arm rested crossed on his thigh, while the other reached for his half-smoked cigarette,

"I already told you," he said before taking in another long, exasperated drag. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics,

"Don't give me that bullshit Spike, we both know that's not true," you bitterly spat.

You both were getting visibly frustrated at that point. Spike's leg began to lightly bounce up and down and your fingers tapped against your arms.

"Even if something was bothering me it's none of your goddamn business," he said finishing his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray beside him.

"Spike, please, I just wanna-" you were cut off by Spike standing up abruptly, now fuming with anger in his eyes,

"Fine, since you wanna know so fuckin' badly I'll tell you! When I sleep, I'm never at peace with myself, if it's not one thing from my past it's another. Not that you would understand." He said sitting back down, defeated and frustrated. You sat next to him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him,

"I might understand it more than you think," you said as you reached for his hand, only for him to pull away.

"No, you don't understand. You don't understand what it's like to lose the one person who loved you for what you were, even though they knew you were inherently bad. You'll never know what it's like to have to just walk away from the life you knew and the people you loved and cared about. You'll never know what that's like, ever." Angered by his remark you rebutted,

"You have no right to say that whatsoever when you know very little of what my past was like. Not once have ever implied that kind of attitude towards your past and what you experienced. Do not say I don't understand, because, believe it or not I do know what it's like " you said getting up and preparing to leave the room.

"You're the one who just had to push. This is what you wanted to know, and you got what you asked for," he snapped as stepped in front of you, blocking your way to the exit.

"At least I'm not a hypocrite. How you always say that we should let our pasts stay in the past. But as soon as she's brought up that philosophy is out the window and is suddenly the only thing that fucking matters. But when it's one of us it shouldn't be bothered with and we should leave it alone and move on. Just because she keeps popping up in your dreams doesn't mean we get to put everything on hold to chase after you chasing after her," you said as you struggled to push him aside to make your way to the bathroom, but he remained still.

"At least I still care about the people in my past. I didn't just up and leave and abandon the people I loved because I wanted to. That's the difference between you and me, I was loyal to the ones I loved-" Before he could get another word in you slapped him, hard. Tears began to swell and threatened to fall from your eyes as he brought his hand to his face and attempted to rub the sting out of his cheek. But you would never let him see them, not like this.

"How dare you? You have no right to bring that up. Because you don't know the whole story of what happened. And I didn't abandon them, if we're going to bring up abandonment, Julia is a perfect example. She abandoned you, Spike, and if she really gave a damn about you she would've showed up that day and ran away with you. But she didn't. So, as you always say, let it go and move on," you said, pushing him as hard as you could, finally getting him to move aside. He stared at you in awe as you made your way to the door,

"She would've never abandoned me," he stated lightly as he reached for another cigarette.

"Could've fooled me," you replied harshly as you exited the room and made your way down the hall to the bathroom.

You slammed the door and locked it behind you, you took a deep breath as you made your way to the tub. You turned the knobs and let the water fill the porcelain vessel. Tears began to fall as the water ran, drowning out the sounds of your stifled cries. The feeling of guilt set in the pit of your stomach as memories began to flood your mind. Particularly the ones that were brought up in the argument.

You sank down in the steaming water, shuddering at the warmth that rushed through your body while pondering on the past. Tears continuing to stain your face as you wondered deeper into your thoughts.

You were part of a family at one point in time, to a home where a couple took in lost, orphaned, or abandoned children. During the early years of being there you never felt the need to run away on or be your own, you always felt incredibly safe and secure. You helped out around the house, did your chores, and got along well enough with your housemates. Until you got a little older, and then things began to change. Your father began acting differently toward you, more aggressive and irritable. And it only got worse after his wife passed away unexpectedly. He would start taking his aggression out on you and some of the of the other girls living in the home. It started off small, whether it was pushing you aside harshly or random flicks on the head to keep you in line. Then it progressed in to hitting, manhandling, and kicking while you were doing chores or playing with the other kids. It was to the point where it was everyday that the abuse took place. You and a few of your housemates were bruised, bloodied and beaten to the point of unconsciousness, while other housemates were used for more sinister acts. Anyone who fought back was either beaten senseless and kicked out, or never seen again. No matter what it was something would set him off and he would go into uncontrollable rages, and you had no choice but to take the beatings. You were young, defenseless, and had nowhere else to go, therefore you had no choice but to endure the constant abuse.

Until one day you found your out.

You were able to save back enough woolongs from odd jobs to get a one way trip off world, but you alone. Woolongs were hard to come by in the household and being able to build up what you had seemed like a miracle in itself. You planned to make your escape late into the night, after everyone was asleep, and taking only what you needed to survive.

When the time came you were quick and quiet about it. Woolongs and suitcase in hand, you quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door. You looked behind you saddened and guilt coursing through your entire bod. You wanted to bring them all with you and give them a better life. but unfortunately it just wasn't possible. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to go forward. But you found the strength deep within you and walked away, never looking back after. The memories of your housemates flooded your mind as you made your way on the ship alone, blocking out all the sounds of the station. You found yourself a seat and watched as the ship began to take off, and you looked down on that planet for the last time.

You submerged yourself under the water, hoping it would help shake off the memories of that dreadful place. As much as you hated to admit it, you and Spike were similar when it came to your pasts, but you both reacted much differently from one another. You would find yourself entranced in fear and guilt, afraid that you made the wrong decision or that you didn't try hard enough to help yourself and those who you left behind. Remembering the abuse you endured, as well as being reminded of emotional and mental scars that were left for you to carry.

Reemerging from the lukewarm water for air, you couldn't handle the thoughts that were running rampant in your head. The quiet tears that had been falling now turned to violent sobs of anguish. You couldn't hold it in, after all the time that had passed, you couldn't find the strength hold it back anymore. It hurt to think about it, to think that you turned your back on them, even though you didn't have any other choice.

After you rode out your breakdown you finished your bath and pulled yourself up and out of the tub. Grabbing a towel you wrapped your body up and went to the sink to wash your face. Looking in the a mirror, a red, swollen, puffy eyed face looked back at you. Sighing heavily you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would help with the redness and swelling.

After drying off and putting your clothes back on you looked at yourself again, still puffy and red. It seemed it was going to be a bit before it went back to normal.

Slipping quietly out of the bathroom you made your way across the ship to your room. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, hoping you'd just crash, and you that's exactly what you did.

...

Weeks passed since the argument between the two of you. Neither one saying much to the other during that time. You both tried your best to not think about what happened, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were courteous when you interacted with him, which hadn't been often. Whether it was during missions or at meal time. You could tell it was bothering him though, he wanted you to say something, anything, to be angry and upset with the way he spoke to you that night. But you felt it was best to move on from it rather than bringing it back up and continue a senseless conversation.

It had been a hard day for you, you lost a bounty and Jet had been harping on you to keep up with the rest of the gang, seeing as you'd been slipping behind lately. During those weeks you spent most of your time in your room laying in bed crying, overthinking, and sleeping, so you didn't get as much training in as you should. You didn't want to cause a fuss with your shipmates thought so you kept to yourself and tried to do your best to get through your fragile state. But Jet being the kind of man he was, he could see right through you,

"I don't know what's going on between you and Spike, but you gotta figure that shit out and get your head back in the game Y/N," he said as you were traveling back to your room after returning from the failed mission. You gave him a sadden expression,

"I know, I'm sorry Jet, I just need to get some things figured out before I talk to him is all. But don't worry about me, I'll be ok, really ," you said giving him sad eyes with a forced smile. He gave you a sympathetic expression and put his metallic hand on your shoulder giving you a pat of reassurance,

"I hope so kid, if you ever need anything I'm here for ya. Just get back to being the Y/N we know and love, ok?"

You pulled him into a quick but loving hug, fighting the urge to cry,

"Thank you Jeb, you're the best." Pulling away you gave him an appreciative smile and made your way to your room, not realizing a certain someone had overheard the interaction.

...

You spent the rest of the day in your room, cleaning up and reorganizing to keep your mind busy, but when you couldn't clean or reorganize anymore you stripped down and crawled into bed. Though it was difficult, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

There was a loud banging on your door that caused you to jolt up from your slumber, groaning in frustration you wrapped yourself in your blanket, pulled yourself out of bed, and walked to the door. A stoic Spike was waiting on the other side when you opened up,

"Hey," you said still half asleep. You looked at him groggily, he was shirtless and in a pair of light grey sweats, but you didn't pay too much attention to his attire considering the circumstances. He grunted lightly and pushed past you into your room, almost knocking you down. Sighing deeply you closed the door behind you and followed him into your room. He sat down at the foot of you bed while you walked to the head and sat, putting some distance between you both.

"It's late Spike," you said while fiddling with the blanket that clung to your body.

"Yeah, " he replied while flicking his lighter on and off. A bit of silence passed until you spoke up, your breath getting caught in your throat while asking,

"Why are you here?"

"I wanna talk," he stated in a whisper. Spike adjusted so he was now sitting cross legged on the bed and pulled a cigarette out from his pant pocket,

"You mind?" You shook your head in response, knowing it wouldn't matter if you did. Once he lit his lighter and took a puff the room began to fill with smoke, and a stoic expression fell on his face once again.

"What did you wanna talk about," you asked while turning your face the other way as to not inhale the smoke directly. He grumbled at your question, holding back what he wanted to say. It took some time, but after a few more grumbles and mutters to himself he finally spoke,

"About that night, when we argued," your head snapped back in his direction, unsure and anxious of where the conversation was headed.

"I've been thinking a lot about what was said from both of us, but mostly what I said. And even though a lot of the things that were said were true, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I said and how I treated you. It wasn't right of me to do that" he said gritting the cigarette between his teeth. You frowned,

"What do you mean by that?"

"What?"

"What do you mean by a lot of things that were said were true," you pried at him as you clutched the blanket. The smoke in the room was getting heavy and you began to cough, he sighed and put the cigarette out, seeing as it was clearly bothering you.

"What I mean is that some of what you said was true, like how I always run after her when I get even the slightest hint of where she is. And that whenever anything is brought it becomes the only thing that matters. It's one of those things I can't explain," he said falling back on to the bed. Your body relaxed, you looked at him as he laid there, lost in thought and an expression of confliction. You were about to speak, but he beat you to it,

"And I feel bad about what I said to you. It wasn't fair of me to assume what happened, and throwing it back in your face was wrong. I'm sorry," he said in a soft voice. His hand ran through his hair as he shuffled. He wasn't used to being this open or soft with anyone, anyone that wasn't her. Feeling you could open up to him now in this moment, you spoke calmly,

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed as much as I did. I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I just wanted you to be open with me, like you were with Julia. And when I didn't get that, I lashed out at you, at that wasn't fair of me to do. I shouldn't have expected you to be as intimate with me as you were in your past. I'm really, truly sorry Spike," you said wholeheartedly as you pat his shoulder lightly. He jumped slightly in surprise but soon relaxed into your touch. He furrowed his brows as he turned his face towards you,

"You remind me of her, you know. To the point where it hurts," he said as he placed his hand in yours.

"How so?"

"It's the little things you do. The way you handle situations so calmly and treat everyone with compassion. But mostly it's the way you look at me. You have that spark in your eyes that she had, and its like seeing a ghost that continuously lingers. I know you're not her, and I don't expect you to be. And Im not sure how to manage these feelings I have, but I'm trying to be better." He sat up and turned to face you, his hand never leaving yours. His eyes finally meeting up with yours for the first time in weeks. The soft glow from the stars flowing into your room from thewindow illuminated the uniqueness of them. Captivated by his features you found yourself at a loss for words,

"Y/N, I promise that no matter what, I'll never use what happened in your past against you ever again. And I want you to know that when you're ready, I'll be more than willing to listen to all of it," he said as he softly cupped your cheek with his free hand. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks and he gently wiped them away as you spoke,

"Thank you Spike. You don't how much that means to me. And I promise to do the same for you whenever you're ready," you whispered softly to him. The glittering his eyes from the soft light shifted in something in you, what little bit of anger you had left for him melted away. And then a new feeling bubbled up inside you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in quite a while. You felt yourself drawing closer to him, feeling a bit bold, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek,

"Thank you again Spike," you said as you gave him an expression of gratitude. He smiled softly in response, but you could tell he was still holding something back, something strained. His hands moved from your tear stained cheeks down to your bare shoulders, his eyes hazy and a faint dusting of pink in his face. You felt the heat rising all throughout your body, and your self control depleting with each passing second. Lust overcame your better judgement and you closed the space between you with a soft kiss. It was loving, yet needy all the same as your hands slowly ran down his shoulders and to his chest. You expected him to pull back, but instead he deepened the kiss and tightly gripped your shoulders. Pulling away to take a breath, your lips flushed and slightly swollen, you felt a spur of guilt in your chest,

"I'm sorry Spike, I shouldn't have done that," you stated disappointingly as you turned away from him and took your hands off his chest. Only to be met with his hand bringing your gaze back to his,

"Do it again." His eyes dark and glassy with desire as your lips gently crashed on to his once again. You slowly fell back on to the soft mattress. You slowly snaked your arms down his back in attempts to pull him closer, his calloused hands wandering down to your waist to do the same. He gave a slight groan as the kiss got more intense and sloppy, the need for his touch coursing through your veins once his grip tightened on your waist. He pulled away with a gasp for air as he looked at you, your face red as a rose and eyes half lidded with want,

"You're so pretty," he said in a breathy whisper.

He pulled you in close and his head dipped into your neck. His hair tickled your neck as his flushed lips make contact with your sensitive skin. A shiver flowed through your body as he began to sweetly suck on the skin, holding back your moans for the sake of your shipmates. As he left them one by one down to your collarbone he lightly tugged on the blanket still wrapped tightly around you. Pushing him up and off you for just a moment so you could get into a better position, you teasingly peeled the blanket off of you, slowly revealing your flushed skin. The way the stars light fell on your naked form left Spike breathless. Though he'd seen you naked many times before, the way the light fell on you, the expression on your face, and maybe just the reassurance that you understood him in that moment made him see you in an entirely different light. You held out your arms to him, coaxing him to come back to you. His hands caressed the plush skin of your thighs as he continued to leave hickeys down your collarbone and to your chest. Your heavy breathing and stifled moans filled the small space as he began to suck on the soft flesh and slowly moved to the hardened bud. As he took your nipple in his mouth, one of his hands moved to the other and began to roll and pinch it between his nimble fingers. You yelped at the bursting sensation coming from your chest,

"Spike," you quietly moaned out to him. Gripping his hair lightly as a way to keep you grounded from losing yourself. Everytime the two of you did this you found it very easy to lose yourself in the heat of it all and fully surrender yourself to him. But this time you were reluctant to do so. Not because you were afraid, but because of what you knew. The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach knowing were never going to be her, not matter how hard you tried to be. He would always want her, and that hurt you,

"Hey, what's wrong," he said, concern lacing his voice.

"It's nothing," you sighed lightly as you twirled his hair between your fingers. He moved his hands to your face brought your gaze to his,

"Talk to me pretty girl." You tried coming up with a plausible excuse, but he could see right through you,

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" You nodded your head and looked away from him, shame spread across your face. He smirked at you lovingly and his hand moved down in between your thighs and rubbed against your sensitive, slick nether regions. A surprised, pleasure filled moan escaped you as he spoke,

"Don't think about her Y/N, right now the only thing I want you to think about is me. Because what I'm thinking about in this moment, the only thing I care about right now, is you. I want to please you, to touch you, and make you feel loved. Shes in the past, and you're here with me, and I want it to stay that way for as long as possible," he said as his pace became more intense, pleasure surged through your body in blissful spasms. You found a sliver of comfort knowing that he wanted you as much as you wanted him in this moment, and at that point you let yourself go completely. You couldn't hold in your moans and ragged breaths as his pace became almost too much to bare. His slender fingers slowed a bit as he moved down your slit and inserted a digit in to you. You covered your mouth and moaned sinfully into your palm as he went slowly in and out of you,

"Uncover your mouth sweetheart, I wanna hear every sound you make for me" sincerity and need dripping off his tongue as he spoke. You moved your hand, but still tried to keep the volume minimal. He added another digit and his pace quickened once more. Your moans started to become more frequent as you felt your orgasm approaching steadily. He curled his fingers against your walls, earning a squeal from you,

"Spike, if you keep that up," you said pitifully in between gasps. This didn't stop him from slowing his pace though.

"I want you to cum for me pretty girl," he said sinfully as he kept up his pace. As if on cue, you clenched around his fingers and let your orgasm flow through you. The moan you let out was much louder than you would've liked, but you didn't care, you felt amazing. He pulled out of you, his fingers covered in your slick.

He wiped in on his pants before removing them hastily, revealing his painful hard cock. The tip a flushed rosy color and a bead of precum slowly dripping down. You crawled over to him and looked up into his eyes pleadingly. He gave a slight nod, his breathing hitched at the the thought of what you were about to do. You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue it, tasting the salt from his precum. You teased the tip a little more, earning light groans and ragged breaths from Spike before taking him fully into your mouth. He let out a whimper as you began to take I'm entirely into your mouth and down your throat. His noises like music to your as you want painfully slow,

"Fuck, it feels so good," he groaned as he ran a hand through your hair, wanting to take control, but not giving in to his primal desires. He wanted to be gentle with you and made sure that you were as comfortable as possible. His fingers ran through your hair as you began to quicken your pace, feeling the tip of his cock lightly hitting the back of your throat. It wasn't enough to hurt you, but you definitely knew it would be something you'd feel the next day. You could feel him pulsating against your hollowed cheeks, knowing he would last too much longer if you kept this up. You found yourself in a rhythm that made him quiver and whimper everytime you took him fully, hoping you'd get him to finish as soon as you could. But, despite Spike wanting nothing more than to cum down your throat, he gently stopped you. His cock sliding out of your mouth with a pop,

"Not yet pretty girl," he said wiping away the little bit of saliva that dipped from the corner of you mouth.

He lifted you up to him and kissed you with heated passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pushed you back on to the bed. His hand roamed down to your thighs and proceeded to spread them,

"You ready," he asked in a hot, breathy whisper against your ear.

"Yes Spike, please," you pleaded, your skin on flushed and sensitive as ever and your pussy aching. He slowly thrusted into you, you clenched around him as a reflex to the slight relief you felt. Both of you moaning at the initial thrust,

"Fuck," he cried out. He brought you in close and began to slowly thrust in to you once you were fully adjusted. His fingers traced circled on your shoulder blades and he placed butterfly kisses down your forehead and cheeks. Feeling him pick up the pace, your moans became more prominent and carried throughout the room. You found yourself submitting to him once more as your moans got louder and louder with each thrust, not caring who heard the two of you.

"I love the sounds you make Y/N," he groaned out. You gave an incoherent gasp in response. He brought his gaze to yours,

"You're so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. You're doing amazing sweetheart," he said losing himself to your gaze. The look of pure love and lust in your eyes was nearly too much to bear for him. He always thought you were an attractive person, even before you two started doing this. But as he got to know you, he thought you were one of the prettiest people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. And when he first saw you writhing under him, he thought he'd met an angel. The way you shivered under his touch, the way you looked at him with your starstruck eyes, eveything about you when you two were together made him admire you even more.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he said to himself. Lost in the thought of you being with him like this. You gripped at his lower back harshly as he began to bottom you out, losing control of his rhythm. His whimpers and your moans filled the room like a symphony, he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved being with you. You felt his cock pulsing once again against your slick walls, he was close, as were you. Your moans turned into pure, sinful squealing once again and you felt another orgasm threatening to wash over you,

"Spike, I-" He cut you off before you could finish.

"I know sweetheart. Just a little longer, please" he said said kissing your forehead sweetly. He lost complete control at that point and was fixated on making you cum with him. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, and his cock harder than ever as he continued to fuck senseless. His whimpers were now rhythmatic as he finally moaned out,

"Cum for me pretty girl." You gave out a pleasure filled moan as you came all over his still thrusting cock. The clench from your swollen pussy and the now dripping slick was more than enough to push him over the edge,

"Fuucckk," he drew out in an absolute sinful whimper as he pulled out of you and let out thick spurts of hot cum all over your inner thighs and pussy.

He stroked himself a few times to get all his cum out while taking a few deep, draw out sighs of relief. He must of been holding it in for a while because it was quite a load he let out, not that you cared, you were just happy you were able to be with him. You sighed in relief as he grabbed some tissues off your nightstand and cleaned you up then in turn cleaning himself. When he finished he threw the dirty tissues away and crawled into bed with you, covering you both in the blanket and pulling you in close for a sweet, loving cuddle. You began to drift off to sleep from exhaustion when you heard him say,

"I'm happy to have someone like you Y/N, " he whispered. You turned to him and kissed his cheek as he began to drift off,

"Same here," you said as you pulled him into the crook of your neck and the two of you fell asleep soundly in one another's embrace.

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[mitsukiwa]

A/N: This has been in my drafts for the longest time. Just thought i should post it. Not-proofread

about. Vicious kicked you out you have nowhere else to go, but you find a green haired man who's willing to help you. Spike spiegel

It was evident to you that you weren't his first, not in anything. He loved someone else first and had his intimate moments with someone else. While he was your first in everything. In love, lovemaking, these warm sensations he had you feeling. He made you feel treasured and made you feel as if you were the one for him. 

Though you nonetheless couldn't get over the reality that he already had his first. And you were simply his second. Spike had told you continuous times that Julia was dead to him, quite literally. It was already hard for him that he'd carried on and found love again. You knew that every second of the day he thought about her or maybe saw her in you at times. And you knew when he'd look at you with eyes saddened as he thought of what you already knew.

Julia

She was his first, they ran off together so that they'd be able to be together but she never met up with him as he initially planned with her. Though vicious still slaughtered her for her betrayal. Since then, he hated women. Women with an attitude to be exact, women like Julia.

A modest soft-spoken woman who knew what she had

But you, you couldn't help but compare yourself, over and over, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

You had lived with Vicious before meeting Spike, Vicious took you under his wing and trained you making sure you were well-trained to be his bodyguard.

Ultimately he no longer needed you and threw you out with no remorse. You had nowhere to go, and with a bounty on your head, you were safe to say you were scared and afraid.

Until he found you

In TJ, Tijuana, you were in a bar-only place you were sure you'd be able to stay the night as long as you ordered some drinks.

He came in and ordered a whiskey.

Giving you a side glance, and back at the bartender. Downed his drink and left, or so you thought. 

As you exited the bar, you felt a hand abruptly grab you and slap their hand with a white cloth over your mouth.

Muffling your screams, you inhaled and felt a burning sensation up your nostril, eye fluttering closed, with a sudden urge to feel drowsy.

Then blacked out

You awoke in what you assumed was a ship. You rubbed your eyes slowly, taking in your surroundings. You saw a man with a beard and what seemed to be a scar on his left eye.

He puffed out smoke, turning his head over to you.

'she's awake!' he called out.

A figure walked out from the door.

A dark green-haired man with brown eyes, tall and lean began walking over to me.

It was the exact man you had seen in the bar.

'look at you waking up this late.' he jested

'you? why am I here.'

He smirked as he nonchalantly sat next to you on the couch, spreading his arms on the headrest.

'Well, you're a bounty I happen to run across, didn't I?'

Your breath hitched, he knew.

But how?

Oh, you were no longer in vicious's protection.

'you're going to turn me in?' you squeak out helplessly.

'what else should I do with you, sweetheart?'

You knew you'd eventually run across a bounty hunter especially here in TJ, and could have gone anywhere instead, but you chose here.

 You were no longer needed, your purpose was to serve vicious, and he no longer wanted you. 

So why were you here even?

turn me in, do as you please' you say remotely.

Spike's eyes widened the moment those words came out of your mouth.

None of the bounties he's captured had willingly turned themselves in let alone let themselves be turned in.

He couldn't help but find suspicion in your words.

He eyed you for a minute.

'some depressing shit, sweetie don't you think?'

His eyes widened as he thought of an idea.

'hm... how bout this, you can help out here in the bebop ship.'

Why wasn't he just going to turn you in a minute ago, now he's decided to recruit you.

This can't be right, right?

'why would I.'

'Because you don't care about your life if you willingly let me turn you in. So I decided you'd be of use in the bebop spacecraft.'

 Are you of use?

After what vicious had told you, you no longer thought you were of use at all.

Nonetheless, the spike was here recruiting you into his crew.

You nodded your head, not giving a verbal response to the man next to you.

His smiled widely

'I guess if you have a bounty, must mean you are good with guns?'

'I'm not as good with guns as I am with swords,' you say meekly

Vicious taught you how to use guns, although he mainly had you practicing with swords that were his style, so it was yours and you got accustomed to it.

'as long as you have good aim.'

You nodded

Spike stood up from the couch. He then waved his hand indicating you follow him.

Hesitantly you got up from the couch and followed him As you both entered, you noticed it was a bedroom.

'you get some sleep.'

''here?''

''Yeah, I don't mind sleeping on the couch.''

You shook your head no, you were fine with sleeping on the couch. it was no problem for you.  

''It's fine, I'll sleep on the couch, This is your bed,'' you say

''It's alright, I don't sleep on it anyway, I usually sleep on the couch.''

You reluctantly obliged, although you weren't comfortable.

You stared blankly at the metal walls of the spacecraft. You couldn't sleep. Not after what your head had been spiraling about.

The same events of today playing over on repeat in your mind, vicious has always been cold. But never has he directed it to you, let alone in that form of way.

You were well aware your relationship with him wasn't at all normal. You don't think anything involving him is even considered ''normal''. He always had hate towards Spiegel, especially involving their history together, This might sound unbelievable, but they once were friends maybe even considered partners in crime, before a single woman shattered their companionship.

Inevitably falling for her, they both fell for her.

And that was the beginning of it all, although she chose to be with Spike, and it ticked vicious off. He took her for himself he married that woman, and she did so only to ensure her safety from the bounty hunters and his father. After the fall of the elders and vicious, Julia is on the verge of betraying him by asking Spike to rule the Syndicate with her, but he refuses. So she begrudgingly makes sure vicious doesn't die, She gives him treatment when he awakes he does so restained in a basement. Julia is there as well. When Vicious screams that his people will kill her, Julia reminds him that he is an Elder now, and no one is supposed to see him. She rules by his name.

Eventually, when the van's men were found vicious they betrayed the van and freed Vicious, and she went into hiding, fully knowing what'd he do if he found her.

After, he became ruler of the Red Dragon Syndicate once again. He began this unspoken mission to end Spike.

He found you not long after 'you were nothing when i found you' he'd say. In all honesty, you weren't, he found you, and he saved you from crude people who only wanted to harm you.

That's why it hurt a hell lot when he threw you out. His Alibi was that you only slowed him down. Or maybe he was just telling himself that. It felt unreal though, you cared for him. And these past few years of knowing him didn't lessen the ache.

He didn't once look back after turning his back on you and it hurt it did. Some part inside you that you almost always choose to ignore adored him. Like really really cared for him. 

You were well aware of the whispers they had, mutterings about comparing you to the very woman who broke him, left him scars of untrusting issues. And you sure as hell didn't blame him what she did was fucked up in more ways than one. You never once met her and yet you hate her. Or maybe it's what vicious always told you his enemies were yours, That you'd carry many of his burdens. You promised to leave as many of them off his shoulders, a promise you solely made to yourself the day he took you in, saved you, and trained you. Made you in every form of way possible.

You were in love maybe?

You shook your head, snorting at the ridiculous thought.

What are you bluffing 

He turned his back on you quite literally, it's best to forget

forget him

He'd despise you if he ever found out you were with his rival enemy. He would hate you more than he currently did if that was even possible.

That's it right he left you because he hated you, nothing more. Just that he despised you, he thought you weren't at all enough to protect. Watch his back be his guardian angel. That's exactly it, it had to be. 

You tugged frustratingly at your hair strands. You wanted to show him that you are not at all weak.

'Take him down.' you thought.

'yes that's it.'

You sat upright on spikes bed. Whipping your head around the dark room.

Some part inside of you strongly disagreed, but your hurt was larger than anything, you wanted to hurt him as he did you, make him beg. Make him feel what he had made you feel.

That is exactly something he'd say

You laid back down.

You nuzzled your head deeper into the pillow.

Soon your eyelids became heavy as leather, and before you knew it, you blacked out.

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She quickly sat up, breathing ragged and labored as she stared wide-eyed in front of her. Her chest heaved, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her body shuddered, and she took a shaky inhale, an attempt to calm herself down.

The same images of her, before vicious, had found her, Those people. Tied helplessly as they did whatever they wanted to her body, she thrashed and screamed for them to stop. She sobbed brokenly as they broke her. Her soul was far from her body. She could almost feel their hands on her as they did that day. Her hands scratched onto her skin, nails digging into her skin.

Dragging blood from it. Her hands found their way to her hair pulling on the strands, and sliding over her face. 

She silently screamed into her palms.

I want to die

she thought

She always thought it, every time she was awake from that nightmare, that thought always crossed her mind.

Like a promising deal, just waiting to be shaken hands on. 

She didn't sleep the rest of the night and sat in a seated position on the bed staring into the nothingness of the dark room a stray of light began to peak through the spacecraft's small window. She was tired her body begged for rest but her mind wanted the exact opposite, She wanted to stay awake she didn't want to relive the memory.

A faint knock on the door took her out of her current train of thoughts that flooded her ruptured brain.

The door slowly creaked out revealing a slight crack of light and a dark green-haired man.

'Mornin' He flashed you a blinding smile.

You looked up, greeted by his light brown colored irises.

His eyes widened.

'wow, you look like shit.' He stated, his eyebrows drawing up.

You looked back down at your palms somehow they seemed more interesting at the moment. Tracing the abuse you've given yourself all last night. The cool air stung the scratches.

'hey,' He called out softly. His footsteps got closer to the bed. He reached his hand out gently lifting your head to look at him. 

'did you sleep?' Concern laced his every syllable.

She swallowed, he seemed genuinely worried for her, or was this some type of trick?

'did you?' He asked once again.

She shook her head against his hold, his face contorted to worrisome and surprise something between those two.

'What is it? Was my bed really that uncomfortable?'' He joked about the last part.

'no, I just couldn't sleep thats all.'

His bed was much comfier than anything else, you appreciate he had lent his bed for you tonight.

'then what is it.' He asked gently

She glanced away from him, unbeknownst to her she was frowning, lips heavily pulled down her eyebrows drawn down together.

'I ' she paused taking a long inhale of air 'get these bad dreams'

She heard him hum as if contemplating something.

'bad dreams?' She glanced over at him, he was already staring down at her with a small smile. She nodded.

He laid down on the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl in. ''C'mere, I'll let you have some rest since your bad dreams didn't let you.'

She just stared at him, Slowly she crawled over to him, and her head faced his chest. He brought the blanket up to her shoulders, warming her up from the morning's coldness.

He began to thread his fingers through her locks.

She hummed in appreciation. He lowly chuckled.

'jus' close your eyes and relax' He whispered lowly.

Her eyes fluttered close.

She let out even puffs of air, her chest raised and fell.

'I used to get really bad dreams like you'' He whispered lowly, he knew you were asleep but that's all he could give to comfort her even just a little.

                      ╭────»»❀❀❀««────╮

Strong arms held you close, pressed securely next to them. Your eyes fluttered open, slightly looking upwards. Observing his face as he rests. Light lines of a smile, no crease nor frown.

His dark green strands curtained over his eyes, giving you a sudden urge to brush them away. 

You nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a calm sigh.

She heard a low groan from above her, and her eyes widened.

oh no did I wake him?

She stared wide-eyed as he stirred awake from his slumber. He let out an audible yawn.

''mornin'' his eyes flickered to the tiny window ''or evenin''

His arms retracted from around you, arms raising as he stretched. He let out a groan.

'Good morning' you mumbled, You wanted his arms around you again. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that.

Wait why would you even think that, you must be touched starved. You scold yourself.

You lifted yourself to the bed, swinging your feet over to the edge. You winced at the coldness of the floor. You looked back at him over your shoulder, only to find him also staring back at you. He wore a small smile.

'' I'm not trying to pressure you or anything but I'm here if you wanna talk about it''

You would love to talk about it and have him see what you've been through. Have him understand you. But you couldn't, the cause of everything was rooted in his nemesis. So you averted your gaze too afraid to continue staring back at those brown eyes of his, they wore sincerity. 

'' I'', you shut your mouth again, not exactly sure how to respond, your mind currently debating on opening up. You did want to, you did. It was difficult to.

So you were stuck with shaking your head, not trusting in using your words, and afraid that your voice would crack.

''All right'' You heard him mutter from behind you.

You both stayed like that for a cool minute, silent. Not a kind of uncomfortable silence but one where you could tell the other was thinking something. Debating something. Waiting for the other one to muster up the courage to speak. Specifically, open up. He knew she had something to talk about, and he also knew that her keeping it bottled up only made shit worse for her.

Some part inside him wanted to help her, get her through whatever was keeping her up. Haunting her in even her dreams. Clear her from that burden. Clear her from all burdens possible.

He heard her let out a loud sigh through her nose.

''Have you ever loved a person'' He heard her say.

''Like really love them, I'm talking about giving up your own life for them'' She wasn't facing him but he could tell she was on the verge of crying judging by her voice, the crack between her sentences.

''yeah, I have'' He whispered.

'' Yet she was the same person to kill me''

She turned to him fully now. A questioning looks on her face, curious as to what he meant by that.

Could he mean Julia?

'' What happened?''

You watched him swallow before opening his mouth to speak, ''vicious happened,''

She stilled upon hearing that name. It did something to her, more when others said it.

Spike noticed her tension and change of behavior. He wasn't sure if he should implore her about it.

''She was more than upset I didn't come looking for her after all those years.''

All those years, what did he mean by that?

She tilted her head, a questioning expression on her features.

Spike didn't wanna open up, especially involving the women he used to love with all his might.

But he wanted you to open up, and the only way he found that you would, is if he did so first.

'' We were planning on running from the syndicate, to do so, I had to fake my death''

You heard about this from Vicious, How he wanted his revenge on Spike. He ordered Julia to go to the location where Spike was and she was to meet and kill Spike herself. Or they'd both be killed by the syndicate assassins. Julia didn't go through, instead, she ran away.

And for years, she was on the run.

'' We had agreed on meeting in a cemetery, running away to live our life together, Away from the organization.''

The room went silent once again, none of the parties opening their mouth to say more.

'' She never came.'' He said after a long silence.

You looked at the pained expression he wore, as he stared down at his lap. You crawled over to him, opening your arms for him to go into. And he did hesitantly but he did. He laid his head against your chest, his arms shakily wrapping themselves on your lower stomach.

You threaded your fingers threw his dark greenish locks.

Hoping to soothe him, wanting to soothe him from his pain. Because in some way you know exactly the ache he was going through. 

His body would shake, and you knew he was crying. With the way, he clutched onto your shirt. Regardless of you continued, whispering 'everything was fine'.

When you thought his cries subsided, you placed both hands on his cheeks and pushed him back slightly, so you'd be eye to eye.

You wiped a stray tear making its way down his cheek.

It pained you, his vulnerability giving you a sense of guilt.

Should you clear it out with him? Tell him you once worked for his nemesis.

You were scared he'd hate you and turn his back on you just as vicious did.

'' Spike'' you whimpered out.

God, why was your voice already breaking? I'm so pathetic. 

You thought.

His head shot up after hearing you call his name, concern painted on his features.

'' There's something I need to tell you.''

His brows furrowed, his brown eyes red and puffy.

'' I used to work under vicious.''

Pain shot through his eyes.

You worked for... vicious.

'' I wasn't in the syndicate, but he saved me and took me under his wing'' You couldn't help but cry.

He pushed himself away from you, getting off the bed. Backing away from you, all while wearing widened eyes.

You sobbed even more, seeing him alerted by your presence all of a sudden. You clutched at your shoulder, breathing heavily into the sheets as you pressed your head further into the mattress.

And it was like this for a while until your cries subsided a bit, he opened his mouth to say something.

''What happened?''

'' I was no longer of use to him'' you said words sounded muffled because your mouth pressed onto the bed.

You pushed your head up only to see Spike stepping closer to you once again. He reached his hand out to cup your left cheek. And you leaned further into his hold.

'' He saved you?'' He asked.

You nodded against his hand, '' I was being manhandled by some imbeciles and he saved me.''

He smiled down at you although it didn't reach his eyes.

''But he threw you out?''

'' He trained me for 3 years, and I followed his every command. He never once allowed me to join the syndicates.''

'' He said I was slowing him down, so he turned his back on me. Left me to fend for me.''

''why'd you come to TJ?''

''I had nowhere else to go.''

He scoffed, ''and so you went to the very place that crawled with bounty hunters, not to mention filled to the brim with tons of em'.''

'' I wasn't thinking, I just needed to clear my head at the time.''

''Vicious'' he said the name with distaste, the syllables gave him some bitterness.

''he saved you, he saved someone, without thinking a second about it?'' He has to admit it was surprising, that man wasn't known for anything like that, just for the cruel and gruesome actions he's done over the past years.

So, excuse him if it's something he's most. 

caught off guard by.

'' It doesn't matter anyway; he threw me out.'' You said, voice daring to break again.

''Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

''Why does he hate you, I know it isn't just mainly based on that woman.''

He let out a sigh through his nose, he didn't want to answer your question, but you seemed eager to know.

'' I subdued him.''

'' what?'' You questioned; your brows drew up.

''They wanted me to succeed as leader of the red dragon, a position that vicious coveted,'' He corrected.

It made sense now why vicious hated Spike, but deep down you felt bad for him. And you know you shouldn't vicious doesn't deserve your lament.

''I'm just happy he saved you'' 

That comment brought you back.

'' If he wouldn't have, you, i'' He let out a deep breath, ''would have never met you.''

You felt heat behind your eyes, as you stared at the man before you, pure sincerity etched on his beautiful features, and one would have never thought he'd be capable of ever loving a person as he did Julia.

You winced this could only end in two things.

And you didn't want the two things it'd end up hurting you both.

© Mitsukiwa 2023-Do not copy,post or translate my work anywhere.

#spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #spike x reader #spike spiegel x reader

[morganlefaye79]

⭐️ OCs as other characters ⭐️

Thank you for the tag @ghostoffuturespast it was very interesting to do the quiz and think about how it sometimes fits so well.

Rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100

A confession about myself first:

I don't watch TV frequently, I don't go to the movies, I have Netflix and Prime Video, but it is my better half that watches. So, this means that those peeps are probably either from movies/shows that are already old or from a movie someone (mildly) forced me to watch. 😅

Edit: As it turned out, Lucifer and Mr. Robot were two shows I really enjoyed watching, that aren't that old.

1. Valaire

Simon Tam (Firefly + Serenity): 86% (I don't know who that is but I added him because it was the best match.

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith): 84%

Dr. John Watson (Sherlock): 83%

Dr. Eric Foreman (House, M.D.): 82%

Morpheus (The Matrix): 81%

2. Joris

Jack Hodgins (Bones): 86%

Elliot Alderson (Mr. Robot): 79%

L (Death Note): 79%

John Connor (Terminator 2: Judgement Day): 78%

Neo (The Matrix): 76%

3. Vicco

Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop): 89%

Faye Valentine (Cowboy Bebop): 88%

Mazikeen (Lucifer): 87%

Johnny Castle (Dirty Dancing): 86%

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer): 85%

4. Myself

Because of the fun (you don't have to do it yourself)

Fox Mulder (The X-Files): 80% (it was the best match, although only 80%)

David Levinson (Independence Day): 80%

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood): 75%

Will Hunting (Good Will Hunting): 74%

Neo (The Matrix): 72%

What did I find out about my ocs? Not much new things actually.

Valaire was supposed to be a guide or leader type of person, smart and always knowing what to do. And just maybe he got some treats from Johnny that he adopted.

Joris is the smart tech guy that will find solutions for every problem, even if he has to go some unconventional ways.

Vicco is my chaos child as I call him sometimes, he is charming and someone you would like being around. But only as long as you don't make him mad, because then he can turn into a demon.

As for myself I laughed hard at the first 2 entries because it gave me the "I told you so" vibe. Which happens often when I give advise to others. Unfortunately I am not a good advisor for myself.

I'm tagging with no pressure as always:

@genocidalfetus | @neonbutchery | @wanderingaldecaldo | @cinnamon-mey | @jaymber | @gloryride | @honourandsteel | @vox-monstera

If I didn't tag you and you want to do this, please feel tagged.

Always feel free to tag me on such things, I love to do tagging games.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc tag game #ocs as other characters

[bookgirlfan]

Dear Yuletide Author 2022

Dear Yuletide author,

Hello! Thank you so much for writing a story for me! Whatever you write, I’m sure that as long as you enjoy it, I’ll enjoy it, and it will be excellent! So please don’t stress too much about it.

I am BookGirlFan on AO3, just as I am here. 

A few general guidelines:

Found Family is one of my, if not my absolute, favourite trope. If you include this, I’m practically guaranteed to love whatever you write.

Never be afraid of going too long. I read fast, so I’ll read everything you write, even if it’s a million word epic. (Not that I’m actually asking for a million word epic, just saying if that’s what you ended up writing, I would read it.)

I don’t really like shipping. As a background component, sure, but please don’t write me something with shipping as a core component.

Do Not Wants:

Sex/Romance.

Unhappy endings.

Gore.

Famous Five - Enid Blyton

I have requested Julian and Anne, because they’ve always been my favourites. Growing up, I always wanted an older brother like Julian, and related to Anne as being the girly-girl of the family. You don’t have to include both of them, and you are also welcome to also include Dick, or George, or both!

Prompts:

An adventure is more dangerous than anticipated. Would be an excellent opportunity for hurt/comfort

Anne’s ‘girlyness’ is what saves the day. Maybe they need to use her sewing skills to get out of danger, or she cooks the bad guy a meal laced with knock-out drugs, or more disconnectedly, keeping track of food and expenses every holiday means she has an excellent head for numbers and accounting, so she’s the one who notices something’s up with their mysterious visitor’s books.

The boys at school. We’ve seen a little bit of the Anne and George at school, but what’s it like over at the boys’ school? Does their propensity for adventures follow them there?

What were the Kirrin siblings’ holidays like before they met George?

I also head canon Anne as gay, so if you’d like to do something with that, go ahead, though please don’t make her brothers be unaccepting. If you’d like to write that and include it in the Queering the Tide mini-challenge, go ahead!

Sorrowful Mysteries of Brother Athelstan - Paul Doherty

I only discovered this series this year, but I love it! I love the mysteries, the setting, and the relationships. I am happy for a story featuring any of these characters, combined or separately! Really, I’m just desperate for more stories about these characters, so anything you write I’m sure to love! 

One of the things I love about it is how integral Athelstan’s faith is to his character. I’m not necessarily asking for a story about that (though I wouldn’t be opposed!), but anything that has Athelstan abandoning his faith is a Do Not Want. 

Prompts: 

Benedicta is clearly more than she appears, so what other roles does she play in their little community? How involved is she with the Upright Men? 

Someone decides the best way to get away with murder is to commit another one, and tries to secretly murder Athelstan. Include as much whump as you like!

Sir John’s family life! I love the glimpses of it we get, I’d love to see more of it, especially how Athelstan fits into it. Maybe an outsider perspective from Lady Maude? 

Cowboy Bebop (Live Action TV)

I had never seen the anime before watching the live action, so I was not at all prepared for what an absolute zany ride it was. I love Spike Spiegel, and I want all the stories about the adventures he and Jet get up to. 

My general DNW for Sex/Romance doesn’t apply here, although I’d still prefer a story that doesn’t have that as the focus. For unhappy endings, bittersweet or dark with a spark of hope are okay, but not straight hopelessness. 

Prompts: 

A bounty hunt. Just a regular one, or maybe something goes terribly wrong, but give me more of Jet and Spike working as partners. 

Post-finale. The finale broke my heart, so any kind of fix it fic, or just what they do next, would be amazing!

AUs! I’m not always into AUs, but for this one, I think it would be fun, whether a full on alternate universe, or just things happening a little differently. If the latter, I’d love to see Spike’s background being revealed in a different context (or maybe a whole lot of contexts. Groundhog Day AU, anyone?). If the former, I wouldn’t mind a classic coffee shop AU, or something more unusual! 

Tintin (Comics)

I have loved these since I found them as a teenager, especially for the complete lack of romance. No romance, just adventures - it’s the perfect life!

Prompts: 

What was it like for Tintin, moving in with Captain Haddock after living by himself? Was it strange? A comfort, having someone else there? Did they fall naturally into a routine, or was there some friction? (Did they both secretly agree to live together to help the other one out?) 

Visiting a new country! This could be perfect for crossovers, or to show off a place you love. I’m not fussy about timelines, include whatever you want! Maybe they visit your hometown, or Middle Earth, or Hogwarts. If it’s somewhere I know, I’ll love it for that, and if not, I’ll be coming at it from the same perspective as Tintin!

Everything about the Moon adventure just gets to me. Something around that, and all the danger they faced, would be amazing. Maybe an AU where something goes really wrong, even worse than canon. 

What does Haddock think, trailing around behind this teenager? Has he ever had to be the adult in the situation, whether getting them into a place where anyone underage isn’t normally allowed, or signing hospital admittance forms after Tintin gets into trouble? I’d love anything from crack to angst about what that would be like. 

Whatever you write, I am sure I will love and appreciate - after all, we matched on something we both love and would love more fic for! So please, don’t stress about it, just let your imagination carry you away! 

#yuletide #dear yuletide author

[thestarlightsymphony]

I’ve discovered a common theme throughout the Cowboy Bebop fandom:

We just want Spike Spiegel to get Absolutely Railed.

doesn’t matter if it’s Julia, Faye, Jet, Elektra, fucking Vicious even, we just want our depressed space cowboy to get Fucked. sure, we all have our preferences, but no matter what Spike’s gotta get rawed hard and Someone needs to do it.

has he earned it? no

do we care? no!

someone please fuck Spike Spiegel. that’s all we want.

#spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop memes #listen i'm right and i should say it. #jet black cowboy bebop #faye valentine #julia cowboy bebop #vicious cowboy bebop #someone make love to spike spiegel please #why is this the theme #not moving forward #not the emptiness of space that gives us meaning and makes us lose our meaning #not the individual stories that touch us once and then we lose them forever #nah nah nah nah #you see that depressed man over there with the dumb hair? #that man needs to get PEGGED

[violetarks]

Hey! Can I request something for Spike Spiegel dating a bisexual female? Thank you!

having a bi girlfriend

anime: cowboy bebop

character: spike spiegel

summary: how he would be with a bi girlfriend.

warnings: afab! reader, use of she/her pronouns, went with headcanons bc i didn't have a plot to go with it

probably knows you because of faye

maybe you two are friends or have worked together before, but when spike befriends you, faye is fucking around with you two and always messing up any moment you two are having

after getting together, you've told him that you're attracted to both men and woman, and all of that

because faye already knows this, she decides that she wants to make your boyfriend jealous and be more clingy with you

holding your hand

tugging you along

hugging you longer than needed

ofc you aren't going to do anything with her, she's your best friend and you're dating spike

and he knows this for sure, you are loyal

but the fact that, at this point, he hasn't asked if you and faye had ever been together and the mere thought and sight of you two acting closer, is making him upset

faye is using this to her advantage to see the man get all riled up over literally nothing

spike is fuming and is arguing with her

spike: "she's dating me, so back off!"

faye: "i'm not doing anything, you ass."

spike: "you know what you're doing, stop playing with things that aren't yours."

you walk in and have the break them apart, telling faye off for this little game when she knows it hurts him and spike for acting childish and throwing a fit instead of handling it like an adult

both apologised to each other and then to you, because you don't like seeing your best friend and boyfriend fight

jet is probably there to back you up, ein and ed playing on the couch nearby

jet: "they're a handful, ain't they?"

y/n: "you have no idea..."

he definitely likes to show you off in public though lol

he's all like "look at my hot girlfriend, she's dating me instead of you, suck it losers"

brags about it to anyone he talks to during a mission for whatever reason

but somehow gets jealous the same amount

will brag to someone that you look hot at that moment, and when he sees the person eying you, he punches them in the face and walks off

there was this bounty for a prince's captors and they happened to be trying to sell him on the black market

so when spike, jet, faye and you found them, they tried to flirt their way out of it, starting with you and spike, since jet and faye had voiced how eager they were to hand them into the authorities

spike just laughs

spike: "oh please, i'm saved for that woman over there. so tell your lady-friend to stop flirting. you two are allowed dead or alive."

you have to stop him from killing them, since they're worth more alive than dead

jet ended up duct taping the captors' mouths shut because of spike's fit

but sometimes, instead of showing you off, spike gets a little more self-conscious than usual

maybe it's the fact that everyone has their eyes on you

and if you ever chose, you could pull any one of them, and just drop spike

you would never

you love him too much

but spike can sometimes feel like that isn't true, only to his own accord, you have never explicitly made that out to be

he thinks the job is dangerous, and you could decide that someday, you're sick of it and want to settle down for real, with a man/woman that has a stable job, and isn't running out of money 24/7

if you ever catch him at a time like this, you MUST pull him into your arms immediately and pepper him with all the kisses in the world

while he won't outright ask for it, he wants affection

you explain that nobody in the world could replace him, and he gets that boost, that level up, that makes him feel loved

because while he thinks you could have anyone like that sweet woman who gave you roses and a kiss on the cheek the last mission for saving her

or that tailor man who stitched up your torn jacket after a job and was awfully friendly about it

you chose spike

the guy who doesn't even make the bed in the morning and relies on jet to cook for the rest of them, because he was banned from the kitchen for nearly setting it on fire

now, when he feels like you'll choose someone else, he won't ever take it out on another person, and definitely not you

but

if someone else

even

mentions

you choosing another over him

he is beating them to a pulp

if, for whatever reason and if you are comfortable with anyone knowing, he tells someone that you are bisexual, and their first instinct is to say 'oh break up with her, she's definitely gonna' cheat on you, maybe even with a girl'

he is scaring the living shit out of them and giving them the most judging glare ever

he doesn't understand why people think that way

why does someone's limited or unlimited preferences, change how likely they are to cheat on you?

it makes no sense

and spike will get this message across to whoever disagrees

because he will not allow anyone to look at you with disgusted views just because you have an open heart

and he will look down upon anyone who can't change their mind about it

even if he's having a good time talking to this stranger, that will immediately make him want to throw them in jail

you've witnessed this once

changed from spike laughing so hard to him smashing the guys head into bar counter

he definitely wasn't going to go there with you again

you: "what happened? what did he say?"

spike: "nothing, just said my suit looked shitty"

you: "what an asshole"

spike: "yeah babe, what an asshole"

never tries to use your sexuality against you, not even in fights, especially not in fights where he would regret it the most

but while faye is your best friend in the whole wide world, she will think of the craziest plans

and have you in the centre of it because you would pull it off the best

like this one job

you guys were catching a well-known thief, and she just so happen to be gay af (lmao)

so faye came up with a plan to use that against her

faye: "i need you to make out with the target"

jet: ",,,"

ed: ",,,"

spike: ",,, i'm not doing that"

faye: "ugh, not you moron, y/n. the target is only into girls, were you not listening to me???"

spike: "ohhh okay"

you: ",,,"

spike: "wAIT NO I DO NOT AGREE"

he asked why faye couldn't do it, and she said she only knew how to make guys swoon, not women

that was your specialty

especially since at some point (which jet and spike didn't know) you was faye's small-paid bounty and you managed to flirt your way out

faye still thinks it was magic or whatever

jet didn't want to put you in a compromising and uncomfortable position, so he asked your opinion on it while faye and spike fought

you said you were comfortable just doing light flirting and that

but you didn't want to have to make out with the target

you felt as if that would be going too far, especially since you had a million ways to put the target off guard, since it was at a casino with bars and other stuff

jet agreed with you

asked spike and he said he was fine, and to signal him as soon as you were uncomfortable

you ended up not having to do much, because spike got jealous and caught the target while she was drunk after all the alcohol you had bought for her to consume

he definitely trash-talked the target because of 'how stupid she was to believe y/n would date anyone other than himself'

all and all, spike loves you the most

he thinks you're perfect

and is so happy that you share your most comfortable part with him

#spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #spike #spike x reader #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop x reader #cb #cb x reader #anime #anime x reader

[erensangel444]

hey! not sure if you’re taking requests but if you could possibly do a spike x fem! reader with the “who did this to you?” trope? like someone hurts her pretty bad and he gets all protective and mad and aGh sorry if it’s cliche!🥺❤️

who did this to you?

spike spiegel x fem!reader

NO I LOVE THIS😲💖 i'm a whore for cliches so don't apologize.

i picture this post-last episode, SPOILERS:

neither spike nor vicious died, spike makes his way back to the bebop, and back to an emotionally broken reader who had thought he had died. it takes a little bit to rekindle their relationship, but they do, and now this story takes place in present time.

your entire body felt worn down as you jumped out of your ship, wincing at the strain on your knees. the fight you had put up was evident, bruises on your arms and legs, a long scratch across your right cheek, a black eye beginning to form on your left eye.

you attempted to be quiet as you trudged through the bebop, seeing as it was 1 AM. you made your way into the kitchen, supporting your body weight with the kitchen countertop.

"y/n?" your name rang out across the silence of the bebop, your head turning towards the entrance of the kitchen, concern expressed through spike's features.

you smiled softly at spike, raising your hand in a wave in hopes that he wouldn't ask about the bruises littering your body. you knew how spike could get and you didn't know if you felt like dealing with that tonight.

as spike came closer, you could hear an audible curse leave his lips as his eyes examined the bruises and cuts tainting your figure. "y/n, what the fuck happened," spike asked, his voice trailing off as his hand grabbed your wrist softly, lifting your arm further into the light so as to examine the bruises.

"s'really nothing," you said, looking at spike, hoping your expression was convincing enough. "it doesn't look like nothing," spike stated, letting go of your arm. the room was filled with silence for a moment, spike's anger becoming evident as it casted across his features, his eyebrows furrowing.

"who did this to you," he asked, more of demanded an answer. "it's not important, spike," you said, turning towards the cabinet to grab a glass.

"it is important," spike said walking over to you as you poured bourbon into the small glass cup. "jus' got into a little fight, relax," you spoke, bringing the glass up to your lips.

"cut the bullshit," spike said plainly, "jus' tell me who did it,". you couldn't help but chuckle softly, setting your glass back down on the countertop, "you're really annoying you know that,".

you both sat in silence for a moment, spike's eyes pleading with you. you let out a shaky breath, turning towards spike. "i went to the bank to deposit the money from my share of the last bounty," you paused for a moment, biting your lip in hesitation.

"i wanted a drink after, so i stopped at a small pub," spike's expression dropped as you continued, "i went to leave, and there were these guys leaning on my ship,". you really didn't want to give the details of who it was, but spike would not relent until you told him who did this.

you feared that if you told him, he would revert back to his old ways. the way that almost got him killed. the spike that was too absorbed in his past to let it go. "jus' tell me, please," spike broke you from your thoughts. "it," you let out another shaky breath, "i-it was vicious,". you couldn't help but look down at the floor, tears falling from your face not due to self-pity, but because you feared how spike would respond.

you didn't want him to be reckless again, you didn't want to become consumed with that fear of losing him again. you lifted your eyes to look at spike's face and you swore you could see his left eye glaze over.

"p-please!" you hiccuped, your hand grabbing spike's shirt, crumpling the fabric. "please don't do anything reckless!" tears were falling from your face freely now. "i-i can't" your voice broke, "i can't lose you again,".

your sniffles filled the deafening silence, spike's hand grabbing onto yours. "i'm sorry," spike said softly, looking down at you. "i looped you into my past again, m'so sorry," spike pulled you into his tight embrace, the silence not as deafening."i swear i'll kill him," he muttered into your shoulder.

"but i won't leave you ever, i promise,"

i hope this was to your liking! thank you for reading<3 and thank you for sending this concept in!!

#spike spiegel x reader #spike smut #spike fic #spike imagine #spike x reader #spike spiegel smut #spike spiegel fic #spike spiegel imagine #cowboy bebop fic #cowboy bebop imagine #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop smut #askme!

[kamyru]

Random short headcanons: Her love in the force

Author’s note: The tops are placed from the highest to lowest. If someone wants me to make the same type of post for other fandoms I’m in, send me a message or a request. Also, if I mentioned something that is said in the stories, then tell me. The headcanons are more my imagination. So, I don’t want you to think that everything written here is real.

Two dimples: Hyogo Kaga, Ayumu Shinonome One dimple: Jin Namba, Toru Kurosawa No dimples: Hideki Ishigami, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru, Seiji Goto

Extrovert: Jin Namba, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa Ambivert: Hyogo Kaga Introvert: Hideki Ishigami, Seiji Goto

Have a stage in life when they had long hair: Jin Namba, Hyogo Kaga, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru Haven’t a stage when they had long hair: Seiji Goto, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa Has the same hairstyle for their entire life: Hideki Ishigami

Have a degree in humanitarian sciences: Jin Namba, Hyogo Kaga, Takaomi Tsugaru, Toru Kurosawa Have a degree in technical sciences: Hideki Ishigami, Shusuke Soma, Seiji Goto, Ayumu Shinonome

Know what otome games are: Shusuke Soma, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa Haven’t heard about otome: Jin Namba, Hideki Ishigami, Hyogo Kaga, Seiji Goto Knew, but forgot: Takaomi Tsugaru

Will wear the wedding ring: Jin Namba, Hideki Ishigami, Hyogo Kaga, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru, Seiji Goto, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa Won’t wear the wedding ring:

Hyung line: Jin Namba, Hideki Ishigami, Hyogo Kaga, Shusuke Soma Maknae line: Takaomi Tsugaru, Seiji Goto, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa

Was in love with MC in others’ routes: Seiji Goto Weren’t in love with MC in others’ routes: Jin Namba, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa Were in love with MC in every single route: Hyogo Kaga, Hideki Ishigami

Blush when buy contraception: Hideki Ishigami, Seiji Goto Don’t blush when buy contraception: Jin Namba, Hyogo Kaga, Shusuke Soma, Takaomi Tsugaru, Ayumu Shinonome, Toru Kurosawa

Know how to deal with a woman when she is on her period: Jin Namba, Hyogo Kaga, Shusuke Soma, Ayumu Shinonome Have no idea how to deal with a woman when she is on her period: Takaomi Tsugaru, Seiji Goto, Toru Kurosawa Didn’t know, but is very good nonetheless: Hideki Ishigami

Have photos of MC as wallpapers: Jin Namba, Hideki Ishigami, Takaomi Tsugaru, Toru Kurosawa Have photos of MC in the wallet: Hyogo Kaga, Seiji Goto Keep MC’s photos in private folders: Shusuke Soma, Ayumu Shinonome

Is a k-pop fan: Toru Kurosawa Know something about k-pop: Shusuke Soma, Ayumu Shinonome Know about it only because of work: Jin Namba, Hideki Ishigami, Hyogo Kaga, Takaomi Tsugaru, Seiji Goto

(1) Top gunslingers: Will hit the bull-eye even if a lobster eats two of his fingers: Jin Namba Once, MC asked him to cosplay Spike Spiegel: Seiji Goto 1. Hyogo Kaga If he was into cosplay, he would cosplay Riza Hawkeye: Shusuke Soma 2. Hideki Ishigami Has more talents than anyone can imagine: Takaomi Tsugaru Has at least a CG where he holds a gun: Ayumu Shinonome Who needs a gun when have his personality: Toru Kurosawa

(2) Most jealous: Lvl. 999: Takaomi Tsugaru Tsugaru’s competitor: Hyogo Kaga 1. Seiji Goto “I’m not jealous”: Ayumu Shinonome Definitely not confident enough to be lower: Toru Kurosawa “Isn’t Goto a wonderful man?”: Jin Namba Cutie: Hideki Ishigami Too confident for this: Shusuke Soma

(3) Most sociable: S in “spy” stays for sociable: Toru Korosawa 1. Shusuke Soma T in his name stands for “talking”: Takaomi Tsugaru Lived long enough to know how to deal with this: Jin Namba 10. Ayumu Shinonome ...: Hyogo Kaga If needed: Seiji Goto No: Hideki Ishigami

(4) Best with children: “I hATe brAtS”: Hyogo Kaga He can charm everyone: Shusuke Soma Has a younger brother: Seiji Goto A hidden gem: Hideki Ishigami He’s the kid: Ayumu Shinonome Character? Yes. Stubble? No.: Jin Namba Better than someone can imagine: Takaomi Tsugaru ???: Toru Kurosawa

(5) Faster to have a kid after marriage: Needs an early start for that basketball team he wants: Jin Namba Too good with kids to not make them: Hyogo Kaga Father material: Seiji Goto Needs a real family: Hideki Ishigami No need to rush anything: Shusuke Soma This man can wait: Ayumu Shinonome Too many problems have to be solved before this: Toru Kurosawa He has his own slow pace: Takaomi Tsugaru

(6) Most eccentric: No one is surprised: Takaomi Tsugaru No one is surprised 2: Toru Kurosawa Lived too long to not be eccentric: Jin Namba 2. Shusuke Soma Strange and sarcastic, not always eccentric: Hideki Ishigami 5. Ayumu Shinonome Too pissed off for this: Hyogo Kaga Finally, a normal person: Seiji Goto

(7) Healthiest lifestyle: No wonder he’s a beauty: Ayumu Shinonome 100. Shusuke Soma 101. Jin Namba He’s here only because he can cook and is organized: Hideki Ishigami Better than you can imagine: Toru Kurosawa Doctors cry when they see his blood tests: Hyogo Kaga Go and check his apartment, past and eating habits: Takaomi Tsugaru Needs more Subarus in his life: Seiji Goto

(8) Healthiest sleep habits: No wonder he’s a beauty: Ayumu Shinonome 100: Shusuke Soma 150: Jin Namba 200: Seiji Goto Has a dangerous night life: Toru Kurosawa S in sleep doesn’t stay for snoring *smirks*: Hyogo Kaga Please, no: Takaomi Tsugaru Sleep? What sleep?: Hideki Ishigami

(9) Best singing voice: Main vocal material: Shusuke Soma Wonderful tone: Jin Namba He’s honey not only for eyes: Ayumu Shinonome Has more talents than anyone can imagine: Takaomi Tsugaru Has to get rid of his diffidence: Hyogo Kaga 1000: Toru Kurosawa Tone-deaf: Seiji Goto He keeps his month shut: Hideki Ishigami

(10) Largest home library: It’s time to rename his residence in “Alexandria”: Hideki Ishigami Lived long enough to gather so many: Jin Namba Loves to read more than anyone can imagine: Hyogo Kaga More. More. MORE: Shusuke Soma No one knows how many they are: Ayumu Shinonome Has to do spend his money on something. Why not books?: Takaomi Tsugaru A lot of books, but all of them are thrown everywhere: Seiji Goto Not rich enough to compete with others: Toru Kurosawa

(11) Most vocal about own feelings: Has experience: Jin Namba Everyone knows: Hyogo Kaga Doesn’t have experience: Hideki Ishigami Just a cutie: Seiji Goto Perfect boyfriend: Shusuke Soma Sometimes talks about this: Ayumu Shinonome Feelings? What feelings? Is that a synonim for acting?: Toru Kurosawa Talks too much nonsense: Takaomi Tsugaru

(12) Best at taking photos: Can be hired as a photographer: Toru Kurosawa Best with technologies: Ayumu Shinonome This man can do everything: Shusuke Soma Made a wonderful selfie with MC: Takaomi Tsugaru Worse than he wants to admit: Hyogo Kaga Don’t ask him to take your photos: Seiji Goto Didn’t care too much about this: Hideki Ishigami What is a camera?: Jin Namba

(13) Most confident: 1. Hyogo Kaga 2. Shusuke Soma 3. Ayumu Shinonome 10. Jin Namba 20. Seiji Goto 50. Hideki Ishigami False Confidence: Takaomi Tsugaru Falsest Conficence: Toru Kurosawa

(14) Softest soul: Give this man all the love in the world: Seiji Goto I bet that he is hurt every time someone says that he is a cyborg: Hideki Ishigami A heart of glass: Ayumu Shinonome Messed up, dark, ill, yet so soft: Takaomi Tsugaru Softer than he’ll ever admit: Hyogo Kaga Tough cookie: Shusuke Soma Too old for this: Jin Namba What is a soul?: Toru Kurosawa

(15) Most active on social media: 1. Toru Kurosawa No wonder he knows so many people: Shusuke Soma 10. Takaomi Tsugaru 100. Ayumu Shinonome MC registered him on some of them: Jin Namba Checks them once in a blue moon: Seiji Goto Has them only for work: Hyogo Kaga Has them only for work 2: Hideki Ishigami

(16) Best at cooking: 1. Shusuke Soma 2. Jin Namba 3. Hideki Ishigami Will do better, if uses healthier products: Hyogo Kaga 10. Ayumu Shinonome Knows how to cook. But who will eat it?: Takaomi Tsugaru Edible: Toru Kurosawa No: Seiji Goto

(17) Most sarcastic: What is seriosity?: Takaomi Tsugaru 1. Hideki Ishigami 2. Ayumu Shinonome Gentleman: Shusuke Soma Rude? Yes. Sarcastic? Not always: Hyogo Kaga 10. Toru Kurosawa 11. Jin Namba Softest soul: Seiji Goto

(18) Fashionistas: Is naturally fashionable: Shusuke Soma 1. Ayumu Shinonome 1.5. Takaomi Tsugaru Tries hard to be one: Toru Kurosawa Doesn’t try hard to be one: Hyogo Kaga Great taste: Jin Namba No: Hideki Ishigami Pajamas: Seiji Goto

(19) My favorites: 1. Hideki Ishigami 2. Takaomi Tsugaru 3. Seiji Goto 4. Hyogo Kaga 5. Ayumu Shinonome 6. Toru Kurosawa 7. Jin Namba 8. Shusuke Soma

(20) Most likely for me to get along with in real life: 1. Hideki Ishigami 2. Ayumu Shinonome 3. Takaomi Tsugaru 4. Shusuke Soma 5. Toru Kurosawa 6. Seiji Goto 7. Jin Namba 8. Hyogo Kaga

Top results (For the 1st place, the guys get one point. Who has less, is placed higher. That’s just for fun. So, enjoy!): 1. Shusuke Soma (1x3+2x6+3x1+4x5+5x2+6x1+7x0+8x2): 70 points 2. Ayumu Shinonome (1x2+2x3+3x4+4x1+5x5+6x3+7x1+8x0): 74 points 3. Jin Namba (1x3+2x3+3x3+4x2+5x1+6x3+7x4+8x1): 85 points 4. Hyogo Kaga (1x2+2x3+3x2+4x2+5x5+6x3+7x2+8x1): 87 points 5. Takaomi Tsugaru (1x3+2x1+3x4+4x3+5x0+6x3+7x4+8x2): 91 points 6. Hideki Ishigami (1x3+2x2+3x2+4x3+5x2+6x1+7x3+8x4): 92 poins 7/8. Seiji Goto (1x1+2x1+3x4+4x2+5x1+6x3+7x3+8x5): 108 points 7/8. Toru Kurosawa (1x3+2x1+3x0+4x1+5x4+6x3+7x3+8x5): 108 points

#her love in the force #jin namba #hideki ishigami #hyogo kaga #shusuke soma #takaomi tsugaru #seiji goto #ayumu shinonome #toru kurosawa #voltage inc

[earthlostgirl]

here I am again, writing fics. Inspiration comes and goes as it pleases

Date

Faye wrapped herself in the blanket and settled into the sofa with the book in her hands, a steaming tea on the table and a packet of chocolate cookies. She smiled indulgently at the quiet afternoon ahead and focused on reading.

She didn't need lifting her head from the book to know that Spike had just entered the room, walked over to her and leaned against the back of the couch. He grinned from ear to ear and looked at her cheekily with those wonderful dark eyes, and she managed not to lose her composure.

Even if he'd just come from working out and his skin was covered in sweat and all she felt like doing was licking him up and down. Spike raised his eyebrows smiling even wider, as if he had read her mind and she felt her cheeks catch fire.

“Today you and I are going out,” he said with all the confidence he has, picking up the cup and taking a sip of her tea.

“I beg your pardon?” Faye blinked in disbelief, watching as he reached out for a cookie.

“In an hour. Let's have some fun,” Spike set the cup down on the table and cracked his knuckles.

“What do you think, that I don't have plans?” She snapped, slapping Spike's hand as he lunged for another cookie.

“It's Saturday, and you're wrapped in a blanket with tea, no, you don't have plans,” he muttered, chewing exaggeratedly.

“And you think hanging out with you is more interesting than finding out what happens to Edmund Tully on his wedding day?” Faye asked pointing to the book.

“You know he never got around to publishing the last two?” Spike said smiling tapping the cover of the book with a finger. “One hour, Valentine, don't keep me waiting.”

And just as he had appeared he left, hands in his pockets and slightly arched over. Faye didn't plan to move from the spot. Spike was an arrogant and cheeky prick, if he thought that with his charming smile and a walk he was going to convince her he had lost his mind.

Faye went back to focus on her reading, trying to erase from her mind how good that guy always smelled.

After forty minutes she closed the book in outrage; there was enough death in her life already, to also have to suffer it in a novel. She hurled the book on the table and repressed a cry of frustration covering herself with the blanket.

...

An hour had already gone by, Spike was waiting in the hangar for Faye to show up, still not quite sure if she had forgiven him. But things between them had smoothed out and at least she was talking to him again. He was nervous and even though he'd used all the audacity he had to ask her out. Faye was capable of ignoring him completely, dropping him like a cigarette butt and deflating his ego without so much as batting an eyelash. Spike wasn't keeping track of the number of cigarettes he had smoked in the twenty minutes he had been waiting when heard heels approaching him, turned around trying to transform his stupid smile of happiness into a superb expression of triumph.

Faye zipped up a red leather jacket, which he had never seen before and looked at him with the hands on her hips. She was wearing black boots with a ridiculously high heel that made her endless legs look even longer.

“I'm merely doing this because the book is in a critical situation and I need to forget it,” Faye muttered looking at a remote point behind him.

“Whatever you tell Valentine,” Spike smiled, and she walked in front of him without answering.

Faye was wearing jeans so tight he was convinced that in some cultures were considered illegal. Spike had to restrain himself from pinning her against the wall of the Bebop and undressing her right there.

Spike had been asking favors and collecting debts to find the perfect place. In the end he'd gotten tickets to a place called Baghdad, which from what he had been told was the best place on Venus. It was virtually impossible to go there without a connection or waiting 6 months on a list.

They sat down in a booth, and Faye took off her jacket, revealing a black chiffon shirt so sheer he could guess even the most delicate lace line of her bra. He was incapable to hide a smirk at the thought that she had made herself so beautiful for him. Faye rolled her eyes, resting her cheek on the hand as she realized how he was looking at her.

“What would you like drinking?”

"Rum.”

They started an irrelevant chat about how hard it was to find good bounties since they cancelled the Big Shot. But the only thing he was able to concentrate on was the red of her lips, which was the same shade as her jacket and how the lights of the club reflected in her eyes as she looked at him.

So he kept talking not quite knowing what to say but delighted because she was watching him attentively with a smile on her lips.

Suddenly Faye cut her attention away from him, focusing on what was going on behind him. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she blinked in disbelief. Faye set her hands to her mouth to cover a smile that her eyes couldn't hide. He had lost her attention completely and turned around to picture what she was seeing.

On a small stage a naked couple was having sex in front of everyone. He was a huge guy, full of muscles, and she was an oxygenated blonde with fake breasts who moaned and screamed at every thrust.

Spike couldn't believe it, where the hell had he brought her? He looked around, half-naked dancers were scattered all over the room. Perfect, now Faye would think he was a pervert. That he had brought her there with some hidden agenda. All he wanted to do was take her dancing or have some fun.

“Where did you bring me Spiegel?” she asked with a laugh.

Spike didn't dare look her in the face. He was going to kill Stuart, was going to strangle him with his own guts and forsake him hanging in one of the gardens of Venus. In whose head could that place be perfect to surprise a girl?

Faye kept an eye on the couple as a third participant with more muscle than the first one joined them.

“That position must be tremendously uncomfortable for the poor girl,” she commented distractedly and placed her eyes on him, demanding an explanation.

What the hell was he going to say? That his friend told him that this was the most famous place on Venus? That everyone wanted to be here? That he hadn't asked anything else because he was an idiot? He move his hands to his forehead sniffling and leaned his elbows on the table trying to relax, his head was aching. Faye was going to tell him to fuck off. He didn't even want to look at her.

“We're leaving, aren't we?” she asked, and he couldn't tell if she was annoyed or if she was laughing at him.

Suddenly he felt stupid and furious. He got up from his chair without saying a word, gulped down what was left in his glass, grabbed his jacket and headed for the exit without waiting for her. Spike opened the door and heard the doorman say goodbye to Faye without missing the opportunity to flirt with her, and that made him even angrier.

...

They left that club, initially Faye wanted to make him believe she was angry, that it had bothered her that he had taken her to that place of vice and depravity. But just seeing how embarrassed he was, she was moved and decided not to joke with him. Spike was walking in front of her talking or rather yelling at someone on the phone.

Whitney had faked a fairy tale, introducing himself as the knight in shining armor who was there to save her. Big words, movie-worthy gestures and the whole love story. She had been so lost, so scared that she had believed him completely. She thought he was going to take care of her and love her, but he left her with a broken heart and an unpayable debt.

And now there she was, walking behind Spike Spiegel, who had few words and not many gestures.

Spike was a hopeless romantic. His whole history with Julia was proof of that, he wanted to leave everything for her. He risked his life for her, and without her, he found no sense in living. Julia had broken his heart, and yet he loved her to the point of no care to stay alive. Even if Spike denied it... if Julia were alive, he would have disappeared from her side without looking back. She was so sure of that it made her anxious, wanting to run away from him to avoid worse harm. Avoid thinking that Spike would rather be with Julia or that he thought of her when he closed his eyes and kissed her.

She was heartbroken, but Julia was dead, and she didn't want a ghost to take away the only good thing in her life. So she needed to believe that she was more than a replacement and that she meant something to him.

“Aren't you hungry?” Faye asked as he hung up his communicator and stopped in the middle of the street.

“No,” Spike replied grumpily, turning around to look at her. “But we can stop somewhere if you feel like it.”

She nodded not quite sure what to say, she didn't understand why Spike was so upset. Although she knew he was hurt in his pride, and she tried hard not laughing.

He walked beside her in silence, with his hands in his pockets and slowing his pace to match her pace.

“I know a place where serve wonderful pizza,” Spike finally said, stopping in front of her.

“Do they cook nakedly or dressed?” Faye asked laughing, trying to get him to smile again.

Spike winced in disgust and blushed up to his ears. She smiled, walked over and patted him on the back.

They enjoyed a leisurely dinner sitting at the pizzeria bar, not talking too much and watching video clips on an old TV screen.

“Shall we go home?” Spike asked, he was sulking, and it looked like his sole intention was to disappear and lock up somewhere to curse.

“No,”

Spike looked at her in surprise and remained silent crumpling the paper napkin in his hands.

“We'd better seek a quiet place to spend the night, do you want to?” Faye asked getting up and running a hand through his tangled hair.

Spike slipped an arm around her hip and pulled her to him, sighing he rested his head on her shoulder and mumbled something against her neck.

They arrived at a lovely hotel. The receptionist handed them the key, and they quietly made their way up to the third floor. The heater was on, and it was pleasantly warm inside the room.

She sat on the bed, so she could take off the heels that were killing her and Spike leaned against the small table in front of her, took off his jacket, placed it on the chair carefully and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Looking sad and disappointed, he rested his hands on the table and looked at her as she massaged her aching feet. She got up from the bed and stood in front of him caressing his face carefully.

“You're in a bad mood, huh?” she asked in a whisper with her fingers in his hair.

“No,” Spike replied sharply.

He was incapable of allowing things go. When something didn't go his way, it affected his mood and the way he treated others. She caressed his cheek and gave him a small kiss. She ran her hands down his neck and gently began to unbutton his shirt.

Faye sighed as she saw the scar across his chest and carefully ran her hand over it. Spike crossed his arms behind her back pulling her close to him.

“Does it hurt?” she whispered.

“No,”

Faye could feel Spike's eyes on her, but she still didn't look up from his chest.

“I wasn't able to stitch you up,” Faye slid her hands down his back and wrapped her arms around him. “My hands were shaking so badly that Jet pushed me away, and he did.”

She heard him sigh deeply and felt how he closed his arms around her and kissed her hair. He whispered her name and cooed her in his arms tenderly.

“Will you tell me someday what happened with the syndicate?” she asked very softly, wondering if he could have heard her.

“No,” he replied using that sharp tone of voice that bothered her so much, she broke away from him and he sighed again. “You wouldn't like to know the kind of man I am.”

“I know the kind of man you are Spike,” she replied clutching his face with both hands and kissing his forehead. "The kind of guy who takes you to a club with live porn on the first date.”

He frowned and grumbled closing his legs to trap her between them, pulling her close to him again. He grabbed her firmly by the waist and looked at her with a serious gesture.

“It wasn't our first date anyway,” he whispered unbuttoning the button of her jeans and pulling down the zipper.

“Ah, wasn't it?” Faye asked curiously.

“We went out for dinner and drinks the night before we confronted Decker. The one who stole the trucks,” Spike slid the pants down her hips and she let them fall to the floor.

“We were working, we need dinner Spiegel, that wasn't a date,” she replied crossing her arms as he tangled with her hair.

“We ended up in bed,” he lowered the pitch of his voice a couple of octaves and a shiver ran down her back just from the way he was looking at her.

“It was never my intention. We were too drunk,” she stammered nervously, feeling small electric shocks where he placed his hands.

“It was mine. I used all my seduction tricks,” Spike gave her one of his charming smiles while he grabbed her arms and slid his hands up and down them.

“You're lucky I don't recall anything,” she caressed Spike's palms, trying to hold back the urge to jump on him and devour every inch of his skin.

“In fact it was my intention since I saw you behind that table in the casino, with your thin pink jacket,” he said, touching the buttons of her shirt one by one.

“Yes, huh?” Faye whispered in his ear while she caressed the back of his neck and felt his skin crawl. “What did you want to do to me?”

Spike chuckled, grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed her body against him, caressing her back gently.

“I wanted to bite you, lick you, touch you,” Spike grabbed her hair and looked down at her biting his lips. "I wanted to hear you scream my name.”

She took a breath and shivered as she felt Spike's fingers drawing small circles where her shirt ended.

“So what are you waiting for?” she whispered, almost brushing his lips, feeling the tightness of Spike's grip around her waist.

He gazed down at her with a smile laden with desire and without a second's thought, kissed her until they were breathless. Spike pulled away from her to catch his breath holding her face, still looking into her eyes, challenging her, asking for more, demanding more. Faye kissed him again as she finished removing his shirt and pinning him against the table. But Spike was stronger so without any effort on his part lifted her by the waist with one arm and carried her to the bed.

#cowboy bebop #spaye #spike x faye #spike spiegel #faye valentine #fanfiction

[spikelovesjulia]

Title: Julia Calls Me

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Julia/Spike Spiegel

Language: English

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 5419

Tags: Romance, True Love, One True Pairing, Getting Back Together, Established Relationship, Obsession, Trust Issues, Abandonment Issues, Codependency, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Making Love, Cohabitation, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Bounty Hunters, IN SPACE!, Slice of Life, Family Dynamics, Cooking, Shopping, Hanging Out, Roommates, Friendship, Female Friendship, Male Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Developing Friendships, Financial Issues, Relationship Advice, Character Study, Character Development, Personal Growth, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It           

Summary: Having rid themselves and the world of Vicious, Spike and Julia return to the Bebop to start their new life together. Jet welcomes them with open arms. Faye has to adjust to the situation but she's trying. Basically, Spike Spiegel gets everything he ever wanted.

Notes: This is the story of Spike and Julia reconnecting as lovers and partners. But also having to wade through the deep emotional pain of having been apart for so long. I’m warning you now, this will be an EXTREMELY sexual fic. They will be going at it quite often. There will be a lot of needy desperate sex of all kinds. And a lot of Spike Spiegel being Spike Spiegel except now he has a girlfriend. 0.o

Chapter 1: I Got a Woman

“It’s really, really not much.” He told her with a self-deprecating laugh. Kicking himself for not bothering to get a decent bedspread or fucking sheets at any point in the past three years.

She smiled at him, her hand coming to caress his arm. “Whatever it is, it will be just fine.”

He opened the door to his room. There it was. Dingy, poorly lit, windowless. The drab bare walls of the Bebop not helping one bit. The one table he did have was cluttered with his belongings. The one chair in his possession draped messily with clothes. The small chest of drawers by his bed held a lamp atop it, among a collection of this and that. Then there was his bed. Big enough to fit two comfortably yet lumpy, worn, with a puke green bedspread flung on top, and bunched up sheets underneath. He had not been expecting company. Least of all that he would have her back in his life. In his room. In his bed.

“It’s cozy.” She told him politely, then smiled. “Maybe it just needs a woman’s touch?”

“Oh, it certainly needs that.” He agreed, returning her smile and nodding his head.

“I’ll be very happy here.” Her eyes sparkled. “As long as I’m with you.”

 Are you? Are you finally with me? After I waited for so long?

“Make yourself at home.” He offered casually as he closed the door and followed her.

She began removing her coat, he was quick to help. It joined whatever was strewn over the chair. He’d almost lost her. Lost her for good. Everything inside him roared back in fierce desperation when he thought of it. He couldn’t afford to waste his chance. Their chance. He could never lose her again. Never.

A quiet moment lingered. It was electric... what hung in the air between them. They both could feel it. Then he was pulling her into his arms before he had so much as given his body permission to move. “Julia.” Her name escaped his lips. It was a prayer. A plea.

Smoothly he drew her in, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. And yet once their lips met, his need destroyed whatever sense he had left to him, as he claimed her mouth. Claiming was the only way to describe it. How he kissed her. He took. And he took. And he took. His tongue thrust deep and dancing with her own.

That he had been deprived this. That he had endured it for so long. That she had finally returned to put an end to his suffering. All of it transformed him into a man he could hardly recognize.

She moaned into their kiss and it was like a balm to his torn and tattered soul.  

Love me again. Like before. I want it like before.

He just kept kissing her. No pretense of restraint. The sweetness of her lips calling to him. Maddening him until all he knew was lust and desire. All he wanted was to be lost in the bliss of her love. The bliss of her body.

 Be with me. Complete me.

“Like that.” She encouraged, panting, almost crying out. “Just like that. Spike, please.” He started kissing down her elegant neck.

It was surreal. He had the woman of his dreams in his arms, saying please because she wanted to be fucked by him. How had his luck turned so drastically? Not two days prior he would have sworn he was cursed. Targeted by syndicate assassins. A liability to the few friends he had. The woman he loved lost to him for years.

His hands adroitly undid the buttons of her dark burgundy blouse. It was almost comical, how quickly his fingers moved. But honestly, the thing would have been ripped off her body if it hadn’t been one of the only articles of clothing she currently possessed.

The maroon lace of her bra clung prettily to her gorgeous breasts. Luscious and delectable in their beauty. His breath caught in his throat. Fuck he had missed them. Yet for this he slowed down. Because she deserved to be enjoyed. She was made to be enjoyed. She was so beautiful. Her golden curls shining in the dim light of his room. Her blue eyes bright and filled with need. His mouth so hungry for her. He had to taste everywhere.

He went for it. Burying his face between her breasts and nuzzling. Inhaling as deeply as he could. Her scent was like a drug to him. His hands coming to play with her pretty nipples. He could see them through the lace. He loved them. Love to suck on them. Taste them. To tease them gently with his teeth. He kissed across the swell of one breast and then the other. Adoring them. Such pretty tits. They were perfect. Round. So perky. Just what he liked. He heard himself moan. It was a sound he hadn’t made since he’d had her last. Nearly four years ago.

“You haven't changed at all.” He said burning the image of her in his mind.

“You’re too kind.” She told him in that sultry voice that beckoned to him. Then gave him an inviting smile.  

This is real. He told himself. She is real. She is here. But it still didn't seem possible. He felt the creep of an irrational terror. What if he woke to find it all a dream? But the fear left his mind as soon as it came. She was in the process of removing the pants she wore.

Those legs. That body. The only reason he hadn’t gotten that bra off her yet was because he needed to see her in the bra and panty set. So, the panties did match then. They were the same maroon lace. Classy. Sexy. Not something she wore with the intention to provoke necessarily, but the lady provoked. The dark brown-red color contrasting so beautifully against the glow of her pale skin.

There had always been something dreamlike about her. He remembered that. Remembered the moments where he could not believe that she was real. How was it fair someone so beautiful should exist? And how was he to bear it? Was he to go mad because of her? Had he? Why else would such a beautiful creature exist, if not to drive men to ruin with her beauty?

Yet if that was the truth of it, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted and wanted.

The bra had long overstayed its welcome by then. He needed to see her body. It took him half a second to unclasp the thing with one hand. He pulled it off her and flung it to the floor. Her clothes belonged strewn on his floor mixed with his. Quickly discarded in the heat of passion.

She laughed. “Still good at that, I see.” Did she think he’d had practice in their time apart?

The question didn’t slow him down as he gazed at the most beautiful pair of tits he’d ever seen. Fuck. They really were perfect. Delicate and yet so proud. Right in that sweet spot. Not too big, not too small. Just exquisite. Taking a nipple into his mouth he began to suck greedily. She tasted so damn good. The sweet bud pebbling evermore against his needy tongue.

What about her? Had she been with anyone? No. He wouldn’t think of that. Yet jealousy was already blooming in the pit of his stomach. If she had, he didn't want to know. It didn't matter anyways, he reminded himself.

He suckled harder. That made her cry out. Baby, that is but a taste of what I have in store for you. He used to be able to get her all riled up and then have her mewling like a sweet little sex kitten. He needed that again. Needed it like he needed oxygen.  

His hands went to her panties. “Not so fast.” She warned. He could feel himself pout. She laughed, but fondly. “I’m down to my panties and you have yet to remove a single article of clothing. How is that fair?”

“Well, if you want me that badly.” He said to her cockily, loosening his tie before pulling it off and discarding it with swagger.

“That’s a start. Keep going.” She ordered. He grinned at her, tossing his blazer off and then undoing the buttons of his shirt.

It was a rush, discarding his shirt and being naked from the waist up before her. She liked his body. At least she had. She’d kissed nearly every inch of him and murmured sweet nothings about how handsome he was. It had genuinely made him blush at the time. He knew he had. She’d teased him about it plenty.

 And now? What about now, Julia?

As if right on cue she moaned for him. Coming to him. Putting her hands on his chest. Touch me, Julia. Touch me. His mind begged, even as she was. The caress of her finger tips a delight to him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She told him.

“Nah, that’s my line.”

“What is?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He repeated looking straight into her pretty eyes. She gave him one of her special smiles. The windy smile. No longer teasing, but genuine and touched. He loved that smile. It was treasure to him. He needed that smile. “I never stopped loving you.” He told her. Pulling her in for another hungry kiss. Holding her in his arms. Loving the feel of her against his skin.

There. He’d confessed. Say it back. Say it.

She took his face in her hands tenderly, looking up at him. “I never stopped loving you.”

Then he kissed her. Just kissed her and kissed her, because god knows what he would have said if he hadn’t.

His hands slip lovingly down her body, until he was caressing her beautiful buttocks. Sneaking both hands under her panties, he lovingly kneaded those gorgeous cheeks. He did it slowly. Sensually. Taking his time and enjoying the smoothness of her ass. He was going to kiss all over it.

“Pants.” She instructed him. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed this.” She said before caressing his raging erection. He groaned a little. It just felt too good. He’d been rock hard and twitching for ages now. Hell, he’d already been stirring since before they made it to his room.

“Oh that.” He chuckled. “I’m just happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too.” She said as she undid his belt. He loved it when she did that. When she needed him so badly, she had to strip him herself.

But he was quick to remove the remainder of his clothing on his own. His orange striped boxers weren’t exactly the kind of thing he wanted Julia to see him in. He added new briefs to the ever-growing list of things he had to upgrade as soon as possible.

Yet he felt no shame in being completely naked in front of her. Naked and deeply, deeply aroused. His hard cock jetting out and straining at her desperately. This was natural. How they were meant to be. Just a man and a woman in love. About to make love.

“It’s even bigger than I remember.” She said to him. Heat and arousal in her voice.

“Trying to stroke my ego?” If she was, she’d been successful. He was all too pleased by that last comment.

“I thought you’d enjoy being stroked.”

He chuckled again. “Well, yes. Now, about those panties.”

He was already advancing on her. Forcing her to back onto his bed.

Once he had her where he wanted her. He went in for the kill. Pinning her to the mattress.

His heart ached wonderfully. As if it were beating for the first time in years. And yet the sorrow and longing of the long empty span of their time apart still resided deep within his chest. The sting of it lingering.

He kissed her. Kissed her like his life depended on it. Because it did.

What did anything else matter now? She was with him. Finally.

Then he was kissing down her body. Running his tongue down her neck, down her throat. Her head hung back giving him all the access he could want. Her body arching into him. Begging him to take her. He kissed along her clavicle and down further still. He took a nipple into his mouth. Couldn’t resist. Kept suckling while his fingers played with its twin. Then switched. He lavished them with his ardent and undivided attention. His hands coming to cup both of them at once. He was so greedy, and she was so beautiful.

“So. Fucking. Sexy.” He whispered before his mouth was hungrily at her breasts again. She whined, already panting heavy.  Then he kissed the underside of her tits, kissed down, down, down her flat tummy. Stopping to lick her cute belly button. Then it was time.

He moaned loudly. They were soaked. They were soaked through.  

He buried his face between her legs, only a strip of wet lace keeping him from what he most desired. “You smell so fucking good.” He said nuzzling his nose against the trembling pussy just underneath the gossamer barrier. Her scent was intoxicating to him. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more desperate for her, he did.  

He kissed her heated sex through the lace, darting his tongue out and running it long her crease and up to her clit. He sucked at her there. Through the lace. Fuck, he needed this.

He never forgotten the taste of her. Every time he’d come in the years they’d been apart, he’d had the memory of that taste in his mouth. Every single fucking time.

“Spike.” She pleaded. But he wasn’t letting up.

He raised his eyes to see her tits bouncing as her body thrashed about. He loved that. Loved everything about her.

Did she remember? Did she remember how he used to eat her pussy? How much he’d loved doing it? How he’d do it all the time? That he loved it when she was coming against his tongue, against his mouth, against his face?

He was pulling the panties off before he knew it.

Goddamn. Undressing her had always been like unwrapping a present.

And there was Julia in all her beauty. He gave himself a moment just to look at her. To drink her in. To feast upon the mouthwatering sight of his lover.

Julia had the most perfect pussy. The fucking prettiest, the tightest. The lovely pinkness of her so alluring to him. She was a literal goddess. The idealized embodiment of feminine perfection.

As if she could hear his thoughts, she opened her legs wider for him. Bending her knees and planting her pretty feet firmly upon the mattress. It was like being granted entrance into Eden.

So pink, so womanly.

He was the one panting now. His arousal near unbearable. His cock twitching wildly in anticipation. It must have been written all over his face how much he enjoyed this. She was blushing. Rose dusting across her cheeks. It pulled at his heart how lovable she was. How lovely.

He smiled at her before he began kissing down her inner thigh. Kissing adoringly. Making each kiss a promise. To love her eternally. To love her faithfully. To be good to her in every way.

Being like this with her again made him feel joy.  

And she was enjoying herself too. That he could tell. But there was an eager nervousness about her. She wanted him! And yet… Are you worried, my love? About pleasing me? No woman has ever pleased a man the way you please me. You think that could ever change? All the planets and all the stars could crumble into nothingness before it did. And even then, it wouldn’t.

He locked eyes with her and licked his lips deliberately.

Then he spread her folds apart with his fingers, so he could see inside of her. I could come just from looking at you, Julia.

“You’re the most beautiful.” He told her. Then went in to kiss what was his.

He licked her. Moaned against her wet folds. It was just as good as he remembered. Fuck. It was. Or better. It was even better. He kept licking. Losing himself in it almost immediately. It’d always been like this. He’d always had an animal reaction to the scent and taste of his woman. It made him wild. He loved this pussy. Lived for it. Would die for it.

“Spike…” She cried. Her hands going straight into his hair. That’s it. Keep saying my name. Pull my hair if you want to. Just keep your hands on me and my name on your tongue.

“You like being licked like that?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response. The answer was quite obvious. He just did it again. And again. And again. Making her cry out from the pleasure of it every time. He really couldn’t give less of a fuck if Jet or Faye heard. “So sweet. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He told her between mad licks and swirls of his tongue.

“Spike.” She was chanting. “Spike. I want you.” He smiled into her pretty pussy as he kept going at her. Just going at her.

 You have me. You’ve always had me. From the first. I was yours from the first.

He changed his tactic suddenly. On impulse. Maybe he wanted to draw it out a little bit more. Spreading her wide he licked inside her as deep as he could. He swirled his tongue again very deliberately and got exactly the response he wanted.

She screamed in pleasure. One hand immediately coming to clamp over her mouth, to keep herself quiet. The other still in his hair. Holding him in place. As if she had to.

Deftly he brought his index and middle finger into her opening and slid them in. He felt the overwhelming tightness almost immediately. Fuck. Maybe he should have started with just the index. It was like she’d never been with a man before. That both excited and offended him deeply.

She was fucking wet too. He’d licked up as much of that honey as he could get, savoring it on his tongue before swallowing.

He began retreating when she let out a protest. “Don’t.” He stopped pulling out. Stayed still as he listened to her labored breaths. His cock aching for her as he imagined what it was going to be like. “Keep going. Please, baby.” She’d called him “baby”. They really were together again. He didn’t know why, but that somehow made it official. He was her boyfriend. Her lover. Her man. It was real. Maybe because he’d always loved it when she called him sweet things. He loved to be dear to her.

“This pussy is just too tight, love.” He informed her. Two fingers still inside her, filling her. His thumb coming to work on her clit. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

He missed the dirty talk. They used to say all kinds of deliciously filthy things to each other when they were in the mood.

“Are you trying to stroke my ego?” She asked seductively between pants.

“Not your ego.” He said curving his fingers up inside her just right

She gasped very sharply. He began pumping into her.

“That good?” He asked, his thumb still playing with her clit.

“Yeaahh.” She let out in the sexiest sob-moan he’d ever heard. Oh, Fuck. You’re going to be making that sound over and over again tonight. “I’m just adjusting.” She added breathily afterwards, as if embarrassed. “It’s… been a while.” Has it? How long, my love? Months? Years? He told himself to fuck off.

Nothing was going to ruin this for him. Nothing.

He watched hungrily as his fingers played with her. Fucking her. Stretching her. He could do this for hours. He had. So many times. Desperately, he went back to licking at her clit as his fingers fucked into her.

Come for me, Julia. Let that beautiful pussy come for me. Just let go and be mine.

It wouldn’t be long. She was already squeezing him with her thighs and bucking into him. Yes, baby. Like that. I wanna feel it. He switched from licking to sucking on her clit.

And there it was! There it was! Multiples! Right out of the gate. He took it all in, triumphantly. Wanting it so badly. Going back to eating her out like a mad man. Come all over my fucking face, baby. I need it. I’ve wanted you like this, exactly like this, the whole time.

Each climax had quite the exuberant release. Pouring from her scrumptiously in the most erotic way imaginable.

His left hand quickly slipped down to grip the base of his cock, otherwise he would have been shooting his load on the bedspread. You can make me come just by letting me lick you, Julia. If I let myself, I would.

He should have rubbed one out quickly beforehand. It was going to take effort not to blow it immediately. But he wasn’t a boy. He was going to fuck that delicious pussy like a man, no matter how fucking tight she was. She wasn’t anywhere near done coming for the night.

Fuck. Her gorgeous body was still writhing wildly. Her desperate sobs bringing him so much pleasure. What number are you on now, baby? Was that the third or the fourth?  

When she started jolting, he knew it was time to stop. He needed to give her a moment.

He sat up so he could watch her. She was so fucking sexy. She’d just pulled her knees up to her chest as she rode out the last of her orgasms, her feet pointed, and toes curled. Her head flung back in ecstasy. Her sensual moans resounding through his room. They don’t make porn this hot, Julia. Just look at you. And he was looking. He saw a devastatingly beautiful woman laid out on his bed. Her gorgeous long blonde hair tussled about. Her spectacular body in an extremely erotic position. Her sex on full display and trembling. Her thighs glistening with her own desire.

I just licked every inch of that pussy. I want to do it all over again. I want to taste that pretty little rosebud just a bit further south too. He wanted to, so badly. But he could only grip the base of his cock for so long. He NEEDED to be inside her.

Grabbing at his bed spread he used it to clean up. When they were together last, she didn’t seem to realize how special it made her, how desirable. That her body would respond that way to him was so arousing, so gratifying. She’d been shocked when it happened the first time, and he’d lost his mind at the pure eroticism of it. So sexy. It had become an addiction, making her body do that for him.

“You good, beautiful?” He asked softly. His hands coming to pull her legs apart.

Blue eyes opened to look at him. She was stunning.

“Only you could make a woman come like that.” She told him. It was both a compliment and a rebuke.

 I’ve only ever done that with you. Would only ever want to do it to you.

He grinned. “Only me? Why I’m just a humble bounty-hunter, ma’am.”

“Come here, Space Cowboy.”

He did so eagerly. Loving how playful she was being with him now. With the stress of having their lives threatened at every turn no longer hanging over their heads, they could pick up right where they had left off. Like you never left me at all.

“Julia.” He moaned as he came to settle between her legs.

Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and she was pulling him into a kiss. So far, he’d been the one to initiate, this time it was she who led. His arms were around her instantly as he returned her kisses passionately. So passionately. Matching her pace yet letting her guide him. She flavored their kisses. Taste yourself on my lips, my love. On my tongue. Know how sweet you are.

He loved that her hands were on him again. She ran them down his biceps appreciatively before bringing them to caress his back.

“Spike.” She called for him so desperately, though he was right there. His face millimeters from her own. “Make love to me.” It wasn’t the sultry seductress that was urging him to take her. It was the woman laid bare. The need thick in her voice, yet something more vulnerable shown in her eyes.”

“Like this?” He asked, lining up his cock with her entrance. She gasped. So, did he.

“I need you inside.” Oh, that’s all I want. All I’ve wanted for years and years. He started sliding in the tip. Just that felt like heaven. Fuck. The way that pussy sucked him in was beyond ecstasy. Now that she’d been properly prepared, he fit inside her so perfectly. Like they were made for each other. I was made for you, my love. My body was made just for you.

He groaned loudly. Too, loudly.

“Tight.” Was all he could say for himself. She smiled. There was the windy smile again. He smiled back at her. Loving her. Losing himself in her eyes. “You really are as gorgeous as I remembered.” He whispered as his hand stroked her cheek. Her smile deepened so beautifully that his heart melted in his chest even as his body struggled against the bliss of their union. The stretch of her over his cock giving him a pleasure he could scarcely handle. His body nearly overwhelmed by the sheer delight of it. But he held on. Fought manfully against the urge to succumb to it. Nothing else could ever feel this good.

He gave them time, caressing her with hands that had craved to touch her for years. With fingers that had longed desperately to stroke her golden hair. Kissed her with lips that had prayed for her return each and every moment they had been apart.

In turn, she clung to him. Moaning softly into his ear. Kissing him there. She’d told him once that she loved how he filled her. How full he made her. Do you love it still? Having me inside? I’ll make you love it.

Kissing her hungerly he began to thrust. They moaned together. There was a desperate need within him to just devour her. To take her, and take her again after that, because he wanted her so much. Like simmering water coming to a full boil, the passion of it became overwhelming. Too much steam. Too much heat. Too much need. He was at her breasts, kissing and suckling them madly, as he picked up the paste. Thrusting into the excruciatingly delicious tightness of her. Again, and again, until he had her at the peak of her desire. Until he was in great danger of reaching his own.

He wasn’t sure when he’d done it exactly. But at some point, he’d pinned Julia’s hands above her head. He held her down like that as he fucked her. Really fucked her. Thrusting hard and precise. Hitting the right spot over and over again. You think I forgot how to fuck you, my love? You think I’d ever forget something like that?

She was just moaning, sobbing. Chanting “yes” desperately. Then needily calling out his name.

“I know, my baby.” He’d whispered in her ear as he kept up the unrelenting pace. “It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

Then her hips began to jerk as her body was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. She let out a string of cries that sounded like he was doing something quite alarming to her. A thrill of masculine pride ran through him at that. Is it that good, love? Can it be anywhere near as good as what you're doing to me right now?

Holy fucking shit. He was truly the most blessed man to have ever lived. His cock getting milked by the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy. With one last thrust the scorching, blinding pleasure of it took him. Took him completely. His body shaking with the full force of his orgasm. He spilled his seed deep inside her. Coming like his body was trying to make up for lost time. Fuck, it was intense. To the point of being more than he could take. Only she could make him come like that.

Of the two, he was the louder, the most desperate. There was no helping it. He was only a man, and there was only so much he could take.

Minutes later, still panting and near delirious from the pleasure of it, he laughed a little. Out of joy. Because he was so happy. In a way that he had not been in forever. There had been a part of him that had long given up hope that this would ever happen again. He could not stop from smiling as he kissed her. Kissed her so soft. Kissed down her neck. Snuggled so close to her. Holding her. He saw that Julia had tears in her eyes. But they were a response to the physical exertion. Julia was like him. She never cried.

Guiding his head to rest on the crook of her neck, she hugged him tightly to herself. Wrapping her legs around him to prevent him from pulling out. I would stay like this forever, Julia. If I could. Tenderly she caressed him. His hair, his neck, his back. Soothing him so gently.

 My love, you truly have returned to me at last, haven’t you?

Julia began to sing to him then. The way she had before. The way she had that very first time. He remembered waking up sore, battered and bandaged to the voice of an angel. A beautiful angel that nursed him and tended to him with such care.

He'd already been in love with her then. Sick with love for her. Had stumbled desperately to her door in hopes that he would see her face one last time before he died. But he hadn't died. She'd saved him. And when he was with her, had the privilege of spending time with her, got the taste of having some of her attention just for himself… he'd never recovered from that.

 I can't do anything but be in love with you, Julia.

Her voice was so beautiful. He felt whole. If only for a moment he was. Cradled in her arms. In her warmth. In her love. How had he ever survived without this? How?

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Were they finally done?! Some people were trying to sleep around here! She kept her pillow over her head. Who knew when they’d start up again?

Of course, this would happen, she told herself bitterly. She’d known that. She’d known it from the start. Of course, he would go to her. And of course, he would want to be with her.

She’d liked her too. At first. Now she didn’t know what to think about her. That Julia.

She supposed that’s what he liked. A dangerous, beautiful blonde that was refined and didn’t show much skin. You’d think she’d be chased with how conservatively she dressed, but she was clearly anything but. Julia was a woman that went to bed with her lover when it suited her. Let him fuck her wildly with no concern of who heard. She was the kind of woman that had her lover wrapped around her finger, and with very little effort on her part. As if it were the natural state of things, and maybe it was... for that type of woman.

One thing was obvious though, Spike was utterly seduced by her. Had been since the time he had seen her last. Years ago. How was she so powerful?! In a perverse way, she was honestly impressed.

Maybe she just loved sex and was really good at it? She certainly enjoyed it. Her moans had been loud enough. What had that idiot been doing to her anyways?

But his were the worst. Whatever he’d been doing, he was having a great time.

 That bastard.

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #julia (cowboy bebop) #spike x julia #fanfiction #fanfic

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Diavolo, Dantallion, Red Apple Pie (I'm craving sweets now DAMN IT!)

Lmao first it was cinnamon rolls and now it’s red apple pie

Diavolo - what never fails to make you smile?

My cat. I literally love my baby so much. Please enjoy this picture of her

Dantallion- what’s smth you’re passionate about?

Other than my love for 2D men (especially Spike Spiegel), I’d say I’m passionate about recycling/helping the Earth in general and women’s/lgbtq+/poc rights. Like the second one I don’t talk about as much but I definitely get worked up about it and I will pop off on someone who crosses the line

Red Apple Pie - fav holiday?

I personally LOVE Halloween!!

Obey Me Ask Game

#obey me ask game #asks #dorkus mcdingus asks #about #about me #ask game answers #answers

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~10 Characters from 10 Fandoms Tag~

Oooh fun! Thank you so much for the tag @lydzisanerd​​ This list is in no particular order. Also just want to add that this was very difficult to do because I can’t just pick one favorite from each (anime) fandom. 😢 

1. Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu!!

Started off my HQ! journey crushing on Daichi (and I still do, he shares a first place with Ukai tbh), but my feelings for him randomly hits HARD when I see him rage drives back to school to get Kageyama in his little yellow car. 

He’s so hardworking: running the store, farming, coaching the team, AND spends his free time coming up with strategies instead of passing out? Sure he may be grumpy at times (which I find hilarious), but I don’t blame him. Seeing all the little proud smiles, cheering and glances at his baby crows when they learn something new just gets my heart fluttering. Very husband material ✅  

Like his protective dad reflex is on point ^

2. Touta Matsuda - Death Note

He’s a cinnamon roll who just wants to do something correctly for once! Honestly, everyone in Death Note has their own dark side, and having him on screen is such a treat. 

I sympathize with him, I know how it feels to think that you are incompetent when you compare yourself to others, especially if you are the youngest person, and when you fear incompetence, some moves you do can end up poorly if it was done out of frustration instead of logic. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps trying and I look up to him for that (though it gave L a big headache lol). He also just wants someone to love him 😭  Must protect.

3. Sokka - Avatar the Last Airbender

Another funny character that I love very much! It’s been a while since I’ve seen this show, so forgive me if I got somethings wrong. 

He’s not a bender, but that does not stop him from continuing to grow stronger, as he later picks up sword fighting and so on. Like Matsuda, he teaches me that it is ok to feel not so great when you accidentally compare yourself to others (because his sister is freaking strong), but you should use that feeling to encourage yourself to grow in your own way; and that it is ok if your attempts are a fail sometimes.

He’s also hella cute and he actually makes me laugh.

4. Iruka Umino - Naruto

Another husband material character. Stable, kind and loving, he’s passionate about what he does and he cares about his students. Maybe I just have a thing for older responsible characters who takes care of children, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

And he’s a little adorably clumsy sometimes.

5. Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titans

He’s a popular character, so I’m not surprised that I ended up liking him a lot too, and I totally understand why. I’m not usually into stoic and violent characters, but after reading about his past and seeing the little gestures of protectiveness and care he does to his comrades and close friends, I respect him. Also a dad, but like, a tough love kind of dad lol.

His fights are always so badass, he moves like the wind!!

6. Hanataro Yamada - Bleach

Someone...please protect him. I love his character so much, and I know he’s usually there for comic relief, but I can’t help but smile every time he does. Another character who struggles with feeling weak and incompetent, but this boy is trying his best. He’s willing to step up to protect the ones he love even if he KNOWS he’s going to lose and is very scared. I respect that a lot, and I just want to give him the warmest hug.

Also, something about his relatively tired face and soft voice that juxtaposes his “high level” of energy and enthusiasm is hilarious to me. He’ll pull all nighters to heal his friends when they need him, he’s just someone you can rely on.

Look at him goo!! 😂 

7. Seijuro Shin - Eyeshield 21

I honestly don’t know why he was my favorite from the series, I don’t really remember much about the manga tbh, since it’s been well over 10+ years since I’ve read it/seen the anime. But I remember gasping when I see him on the cover of the issue and I was staring at it for a while. One could say he was one of my earlier manga crushes?

But I recall him being a little awkward and his unawareness of his strength is hilarious.

8. F. F. - Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure, Stone Ocean

A hilarious simple minded character, or should I say Plankton, hahah! There’s so many characters in JJBA, but I just think F.F.'s (poor) attempt at being a human is funny, They also remind me to drink water every time they make an appearance, so that’s an added benefit.

9. Jean-Jacques Leroy - Yuri On Ice

Ok ok, this character gets a lot of dislikes, and the reason why I like him is deeper than the fact that he is a ridiculously attractive talented Canadian ice skater okaayy? Hear me out. 

There are many times when I would cringe and get second hand embarrassment at some of the things he’s done, but he’s not really trying to hurt anyone. This man is trying to chase his dream, and prove his self-worthiness to his family and the people who supports him. And he’s also just trying to get people to eat lunch with him, dammit.

Instead of simply bathing in the love and cheer of his supporters, his people pleaser personality backfires, and the pressure of not letting people down becomes too immense. I believe he gets to where he is because he is an example of someone who feels incompetent (once again), but is never afraid to pick himself back up and keep trying.

Unlike Yuuri (Who I also really like), he doesn’t have someone like Victor to work with him on his fears technically (I know he’s engaged, but she’s not an ice skater, so all she can do is cheer from the sidelines, instead of being on ice with him). He’s devastated but it did not stop him from picking his head back up to smile and try again.

He’s just a harmless awkward people pleaser boy who does not understand how to fit in with the others, because he grew up around his big family, and that is the only world he knows how to be a part of. I think the others were a little unfair to him when they keep ignoring him. He just makes bad jokes that happens to upset Yuri, though I’m sure that if Yuri approaches him maturely and tells him how much it bothers him, he would stop and apologize.

10. Spike Spiegel - Cowboy Bebop

Tbh I never finished the show, the story telling style is just not for me, but I might try again sometime in the future. However, I kept watching it for a while because I really enjoy Spike’s characterization. He’s so relatable, especially in parts where he’s just trying to recover from his hangovers, and his fights are very entertaining to watch. I feel a sense of authenticity in him, because he acts exactly the way he wants to, and he has no shame. Also, his playful demeanor and crazy appetite is endearing.

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Help, after making this list, I THINK I HAVE A TYPE 😲 

Tagging, but please don’t feel pressured to! I’m just interested to see who your favs are: @shhhlikeme​ @danibby​ @yamaguchi-stan​

#tag game #10 favorite characters #cowboy bebop #eyeshield 21 #jj leroy #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #bleach #jjba #stone ocean #levi ackerman #attack on titan #naruto #death note #matsuda touta

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Alright, here’s a bunch of pictures from Saturday’s con! I’d love to tag any of the people here if I knew who they were, so if by any chance you see yourself or someone you recognise here... please let me know!

Speaking of tags, many of these were taken by @midnightbirdie!! Thank you for being such a pal even though I’m so bad at talking, p-pfff

ok another friend who went with me took this one (I don’t think she uses Tumblr anymore??) and I’m just sharing it because hey, solo shot 8);; as you can see, my wig wasn’t exactly... accurate. i’d love to have a better one next time but god i have NO idea how to accomplish that.

SO MANY PEOPLE STARTED ASKING ME FOR PICTURES BASICALLY RIGHT AWAY THOUGH... who knew i’d get such a serotonin rush from people noticing me

pictured: gangsters, me almost pulling the memetic koichi pose

SPOTTED. or did jotaro spot me first?... is that dude in the back photobombing us?? HE’S STANDING RIGHT THERE

OH HEY there’s the friend who took all these pictures so far. the one who is not an anime.

gotta represent my childhood loves!!

another requested picture, another rush of serotonin

EVEN MORE JOJOS SPOTTED. joseph was wearing those shades when I saw her, which I found funny, because it sure gave her some lisa lisa vibes :V

AND THEN I SCREAMED BECAUSE YOOOO MORE CERTIFIED BEST PART 5 CHARACTERS (tm)!! jotaro joined in, too. :V

OH HEY time to transition to actual @midnightbirdie pics, I think! man, I love it when people manage to nail a character’s energy.

SHE REQUESTED THE PUNCH I’D LIKE TO MAKE THAT VERY CLEAR

god i. getting ahead of myself a bit here but i think the only parts that I didn’t see any cosplayers from were 1 and 7. what a wonderful world

suddenly, a whole damn POSSE came together

i don’t know if this was actually spades slick?? on one hand who the heck else could it be but on the other hand my sick lord uracil phone didn’t seem to get a reaction u_u

this yukako and a few other cosplayers specifically requested selfies, too! ;v;

true story: shortly after lunch i shouted “TERRA” and then nearly died when i saw it was a whole crew

I WASN’T EXPECTING A SPINEL SO QUICKLY BUT I WAS VERY HAPPY?? apparently there was a second one too but I missed her ;v;

also she and pink diamond posed for some other shots afterwards and i felt emotions.

who could this be? after all, i’m too young to have a daughter

MOTHERFUCKING GAPPY i was so glad!!

SPEAKING OF SO GLAD, HOLY SHIT

this humble naruto wanted a picture with kakyoin and gappy and myself, and i, flattered to have been chased for it, happily obliged

YEAH WHAT’S UP I KNOW IT’S 2019 KEEP SCROLLING

poor sticky fingers explicitly couldn’t see shit and had to be alerted to the fact that i wanted a picture

THIS ONE’S FOR MY FELLOW TUGAS

obviously, I need to collect all the alt variants as well

(seriously though i was just so overjoyed to be in Jojo Pictures as... not a random bystander but actually a cosplayer sdgdfhfh)

SPEAKING OF JOJOS AND BEING OVERJOYED AHHH THIS KYO WAS GORGEOUS?? i’m not sure if you can tell from this picture but her makeup was so good and she just looks so stunning

plus another gappy and an amazing spike spiegel! i actually spotted spike hours earlier, when i was eating, so it was fortunate that he turned out to be hanging out with this gappy and we could all get a picture, pfffff

i’m still just :0 at the presence of several part 8 characters though. portugal reads the manga, you heard it here first

and finally... my loot..........

HE.................

anyway, as you can probably tell, I enjoyed myself immensely! here’s hoping it goes just as well, if not even better, next year! \o\

#this is me #iberanime #iberanime opo 2019 #jojo the liveblog #using that tag because doppio and because yo #there were a lot of jojos and i was happy

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10 Things That Make No Sense About Cowboy Bebop | ScreenRant

There are many plot holes in Cowboy Bebop, which is actually part of the show’s enduring charm, rather than a major flw of the series. Often Cowboy Bebop intentionally forgoes certain details in order to tell a larger story or show an aesthetically pleasing scene. This storytelling technique leaves the audience with many questions which the creators simply never bothered answering.

RELATED: 13 Anime Series To Watch If You Loved Cowboy Bebop

Cowboy Bebop is a show where its characters are stuck in the past. Because we are shown the world through the lens of these characters, our viewpoint is narrow and limited, which, ultimately, causes many things about Cowboy Bebop to make no sense – even if fans don’t really mind that they don’t.

10 Data Dogs

Ein is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. The audience learns in “Stray Dog Strut,” Ein is also a data dog. This means that he underwent testing and research in a lab which enhanced his intelligence.

What’s not explained about Ein – and data dogs in general – is why they were created. What purpose, besides assisting a ragtag crew of bounty hunters, do data dogs play in this universe? They simply exist, and the show is better for it.

9 The Blob From The Refrigerator

Cowboy Bebop goes horror in “Fridge Monster” as the crew is attacked by a mysterious blob with a bite that leaves a bulbous infection. As the session soon reveals, the blob’s origins began in the forgotten refrigerator after Spike left a rock lobster in there for over a year.

RELATED: 10 Hidden Details Everyone Missed in Cowboy Bebop

How exactly the blob went through the solidification process and developed an appetite for human flesh remains unknown and truly doesn’t matter. We accept its carnivorous inclinations without second-guessing its nature. Cowboy Bebop cared little about the blob’s origin story and somehow the session succeeds because of it.

8 Alicia And Jet’s Relationship

In session 10 “Ganymede Elegy”, Jet is looking for Alisa, an old fling who broke his heart. At the session’s end, Alisa reveals she left Jet because he was too controlling and she wanted to make her own mistakes, even if it meant ending up with someone like Rhint, her new boyfriend whose bounty has him winding up in jail.

The two characters have undeniable chemistry and the audience wants to see Jet, with his rough exterior, find love and happiness. Why Alisa continues with Rhint and decides against rekindling the flame with Jet, who will change for her, remains a mystery and makes no sense.

7 Radical Edward

Edward, as a character, doesn’t make sense. So much so, that in her introductory episode “Jamming with Edward,” when Jet is interrogating people about who exactly Radical Edward is, everyone’s answer is different, with the only constant being that she is an alien.

While the character’s age and background remain unexplained, what’s for certain is that Edward is an expert hacker. At one point, she even hijacks the Bebop after they lied to her about crowning her an official member of the crew. How she obtained these masterful skills is another way the show forced their viewers to suspend their disbelief.

6 The Cowboy Bebop Universe

By all accounts Cowboy Bebop takes place in a world where an apocalyptic event made Earth uninhabitable. However, there are cultural references to real life, such as Spike mentioning the Jazz saxophonist Charlie Parker and the crew watching a knockoff version of Tom and Jerry, which connect the show to our universe.

RELATED: 10 Sci-Fi Movies To Watch If You Love Cowboy Bebop

At some point, civilization went through a jump in technology which increased the reliance on spaceships and hyperspace travel. The details behind this great technological advancement is never mentioned in the show and audiences are meant to accept the universe.

5 The Crew’s Professions As Bounty Hunters

Spike and the rest of his crew are bounty hunters. Most of the sessions revolve around them watching the show Big Shot and then spending the rest of the session trying, and mostly failing, to capture the specified bounty.

However, as viewers soon discover, the Bebop crew aren’t that skilled at their job. Out of all the bounties they seek throughout the series, they get the payday less than 50% of the time. One would think that at some point the crew would realize that bounty hunting is not their true calling and move on to a different profession.

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3 Spike’s Cigarette Addiction

Having trained with the Red Dragon Syndicate, Spike Spiegel is a deadly fighter. In many sessions, Spike is shown battling multiple enemies at once. Despite his profound mastery of martial arts, Spike is also a heavy smoker, as nary a scene passes where he isn’t seen with a cigarette.

RELATED: 10 Things That Prove Faye Was Not In Love With Spike

As most know, cigarette smoke is harmful to the human body and causes tremendous stress to the lungs. At this point in his life, with the amount of cigarettes Spike has smoked, it’s likely his fighting skills, and overall endurance, would be negatively affected by his habit, but there is no explanation as to how he is able to keep it up and remain so fit.

2 Spike’s Obsession With Julia

Spike is a character haunted by a lover from his past: Julia. As the series progresses, more details are learned about their previous relationship and it is revealed that before dating Spike, she was involved with Vicious, which explains the animosity between the two characters, and their antagonistic relationship.

Spike’s infatuation with Julia is puzzling because Spike should have moved on from Julia at this point in the series. He is a fashionable dresser, has great hair, and is the best character in the series. Although his profession often leaves him isolated, traveling aimlessly through space, he shares a ship with Faye, who is also single, recently heartbroken, and searching for love. There are plenty of cowgirls in space.

1 Spike’s Fate

The final moments of “The Real Folk Blues, Part II” confirms Vicious’s death but leaves Spike’s fate ambiguous. However, the common theory leans towards Spike’s death, seeing as how Laughing Bull predicted it in the penultimate episode.

However, in a 2013 interview with Red Carpet TV news, Shinichiro Watanabe, the show’s creator, said “I think people who watch [the ending] and think that Spike is asleep are probably right… just sleeping.” While it’s impossible to tell if Watanabe was joking or not, what remains true is that Spike is a survivor, seeing how in previous sessions he lived through multiple gun shot wounds and being thrown out of a window several hundred feet in the air. Hopefully Netflix’s live-action series will shed more light on Spike’s ultimate fate.

NEXT: Everything We Know So Far About Netflix’s Cowboy Bebop

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                      WILDSUIT’S   200+   BIAS   LIST !!!

ooc.   hey guuuuys!! i’m proud to say that i finally hit 200 followers on kotetsu! i sure wish i knew why or how you’re all here. regardless, it’s nice to have this many people! && i feel like it’d only be right to thank the many people i follow that helped me get here. before i go into this list, though, i want everyone to know that JUST because you may not be on this list doesn’t mean that i don’t like you, i’m just a forgetful person! you’re still very special to me, even if i don’t mention you on here.  ( also.........excuse the. very grainy look of the gif. i hate gifs.) alright, let’s get into it!

THOSE WHO ARE NEAR MY HEART. ❤

@bopnty​: jimjam, when i first thought of making this promo, you were, admittedly, the first that popped into my head. you have been nothing but sweet and kind to me, you have given me your utmost support, and you and i have both given each other mile long replies about our characters. to me, you are a very special friend that deserves and has sufficiently earned their place on this list. i have no idea where i’d probably be on kotetsu’s character if it weren’t for you. talking deeply with you about the anime we watch and how deep kotetsu and spike’s relationship is has always been fun with you? like. i don’t know how to put it into words, but talking with you about everything and anything is so much fun. you get me, and i think that that’s what truly makes me see the warmth that resonates within you. you’re no longer just “that one spike spiegel blog,” you’ve become “the ONLY spike spiegel blog” for me. beyond your writing abilities, you’re a lovely person that i’m so glad to have met and gotten to know. i hope that, no matter what, we’re still able to talk even when we’re dying. thank you so much for introducing me to CBBB, because it was the wildest ride i’ve ever had, and i love seeing you talk about spike and the bebop crew. hope you have an amazing day!

@icesuit​: kat! you have been with me since my fire emblem days, and if i remember correctly, that was like legit a year and a half ago. we’re still friends, in spite of everything! it really just comes to show how powerful our friendship is. anyway, look, i really want you to know that i love the way you write blue rose. i love the fact that, in spite of watching only a portion of T&B, you’ve managed to capture her character so accurately, i almost call you blue rose or karina from time to time! your writing is very inspirational and elegant, and i always take a read at it to get inspired. every character you play, you’ve played amazingly, and i hope we can continue to interact. i want you to know that if there’s absolutely anything i could do for you, never hesitate to ask. i’d be more than happy to help!

@bunsuit​: QUIN!!! you’re honestly my... #1 bunny? you’ve constantly talked w/ me abt T&B and you honestly write barnaby so well im so impressed all of the time? we just recently met, but talking to you feels like i’ve spoken with you for ages. i enjoy any time i’m able to talk to you, because no matter what, each conversation is lovelier than the last. i love listening to what you have to say? and i love talking about kotetsu and barnaby with you? watching the T&B movie with you and cole was the start of our friendship, and truth be told, i’ve come to cherish it. you’re very kind, and your writing abilities are beyond incredible. i hope that we can talk a lot more in the future! i love you a whole lots, quin!!

@skysuit​: if it isn’t what the kids call...................cole ;) ; J;DKLF ;DLJ HI COLE!!! I REALLY LOVE YOU A LOT TOO every conversation with you is so wild like. holy shit? we’ve talked about kotetsu and keith and kotetsu’s like drunk and keith wants to die like. truly? we know what the fuck is going on. FUCK I KNOW YOU SINCE LIKE the fire emblem fandom too, and then i went on to ace attorney and saw you there too?? i love you like, you’re really funny and great to interact with. also, you enabled me to make my retinz blog what the fuck? like damn what an enabler :/ LISTEN BABE DF G;FJ;D I LOVE U UR TOO KIND TO ME HONESTLY?? you were the one who helped me choose the right gif and who else can i thank but you for that?

@bisonsuit​: OH SHIT IT’S SHIGURE!!! shig when you made rock bison i was honestly? crytyping because i never thought that someone would make kotetsu’s best friend. i never thought that i’d have this entire squad to begin with!! talking with you is very fun, and i love both of the threads that we have going on. i always feel like you’re doing a great job at writing antonio, and i love our rps on discord bc they’re fun too?? i really have to reply now that i think about it oops /// but hey, forget that for now! the point is, i love you and i love your writing! thank you so much for making a lot of fun for me, you’re another quintessential part of my life here!

@copysuit​: DESSIIIIIII AAAAAAAAA YOU WERE ONE OF THE FIRST T&B RPERS I HAD CONTACT WITH ON HERE!! we don’t talk as much as we used to, but talking to you, when possible, is so great! i really love the way you write kaede. i feel like you capture her perfectly while also managing to keep things as unique as possible. i hope that you have an amazing day, and that we’re able to rp soon!

@wiildfan​: QUEENIEEEEE YOU’RE THE TIGER WIFE THAT I LOVE SO MUCH! when you made tomoe, i, admittedly, was so afraid because Lord it’s kotetsu’s wife? that he loves oh so very much? fjk dl;fjk you’ve done an amazing job w/ tomoe, and im so glad that it’s you who’s writing her and not anyone else? your tomoe has been very inspiring and cute, and i hope to see more of her in the future!! even if there’s small content for her, i love the fact that you manage to keep the essence of her character intact like please.......step on me?

@heroproduced​: KOKO??? FUCK. PLEASE STEP ON ME. i’ve known you from danganronpa but god i can’t lie when i say that like. i love your passion for agnes and her character? i love how you manage to go deeper than what is presented to us in the series, and give a more rich and developed understanding of her. you manage to show that she’s not just some bitch, but she’s a woman in the 1970s trying to fucking do a good job because that was a time where women having this type of position was rare. i love the way you talk about her, and i love the way you treat others? you’re literally THE mom friend, koko. im so glad that we’re friends!!

@homosinger​: GOD...IT’S ANTHONY. you’re probably the guy that made me make a crack tag on this blog. but tbh? THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!! you’ve made rping a really fun experience, and talking to you OOC is always really great and fun. I DON’T HAVE MUCH TO SAY HERE BC U KNOW HOW I FEEL ABT YOU??? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DUDE PLZ NEVER CHANGE!!

@wildsuit​: literally who the fuck are you

THOSE WILD ROARS I LOVE JUST AS MUCH. ✫

this section is for all the people who i don’t really speak to as much (or at all), but you are still just as important in my heart. i love all of you very much, and i will continue to follow you all for your amazing blogs and writing!!

@kyoukokiwigiri​ / @kigajesuta​ / @shushc​ / @diamondkaito​ / @inviai​ / @military-shop-untouchable​ / @insurpasse​ / @pantherdyne​ / @beautiihurts​ / @godschose​ / @thievinggentleman​ / @gravitiprince​ / @samurai-esquire​ / @vitiicsus​ / @bluerrxse​ / @pyoniumyankee​ / @yosuru​ / @yamiisha​ / @divinecock​ / @qrowned​ / @rosalithe​ / @pescaprincipessa​ / @shogekiha​ / @ideaofjustice​ / @naruthot​ / @softgenius​ / @thornsong​ / @redriict​ / @vocaead​ / @licnelle​ / @warriorcrown​ / @froghopped​ / @intercosmiic​ / @blackdogbeat​ / @4thhacker​ / @dadmighty​ / @slitends​ / @sweaterquccn​ / @starbooms​ / @edbopped​ / @bludcmon​ / @hardluckfaye​ / @greenroar​ / @vcngful​ / @empowcred​ / @emperorled​ / @freedomfallen / @mightyfrail / @prevvasilyevna / @501di3r76 / @rockinriot

thank you all for being here!!!

#follow forever / #i loooove you guys so much!!! #you all mean a lot to me && i thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here with me. i wouldn't have it any other way!

[trulyhumblenarcissist]

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by @nancmi thank you so much!

Name: My family and friends call me Rama

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aries

Height: 170cm (yes... metric system ftw)

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite color: purple and green (but I think you* can guess it, so...)

Favorite animal: Dogs (yes, I'm basic af)

Current time: 6:05 PM

Cats or Dogs: You* already know

Favorite Fictional Characters: I'll go only with anime-manga characters for now

Kaworu Nagisa and Rei Ayanami (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Mello and Near (Death Note)

Erwin Smith (Attack on Titan)

Cain C. Hargreaves and Riffael Raffit (Godchild) *omg these two are still a thorn in my chest

Hansel and Gretel (Black Lagoon)

Dazai Osamu (Bungo stray dogs)

Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)

Urumi Kanzaki (Great Teacher Onizuka)

Roy Mustang (Full Metal Alchemist)

Shōgo Makishima (Psycho-Pass)

Kaneki Ken (best characterization by far... I relate to him a lot, even tho I haven't been tortured, killed, or turned into someone else), Furuta Nimura (well... it's kinda obvious that I love this character with all my might), Uta – all these pretty guys are from Tokyo Ghoul

Number of blankets I sleep under: 1 and honestly... this is creepy question

Favorite singer/band: I really TRIED to hold myself

Nirvana

Queen

Avenged Sevenfold

Blue Foundation

Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti

Powderfinger

Einsturzende Neubauten

Foo Fighters

Marina and the diamonds

IAMX (they're freaking good)

Mating Ritual

Meg Myers

Mogwai

Nickelback (I KNOW... don't burn my house please)

Patty Smith

Radiohead

Sia

The knife

Marco Mengoni

Anna Oxa

Loredana Bertè

Angelo Branduardi

Fabrizio De Andrè

Dream Trip: I don't know, I travel a lot, but I've never been outside Europe, so... maybe America for starters

Dream Job: I'm studying for becoming a doctor.

When has this blog hit its peak: I don't think this godforsaken blog has ever had “its peak” (it's a late bloomer)

Why did you decide to get a tumblr: because I usually make awful choices in my free time (joking!......)

When was this blog created: Around 9-10 months ago? I don't remember how to find the actual date and I'm too lazy to check it out.

Why did I pick my URL: because I truly am an humble narcissist

Aaand that's it! I'm sure I've done this tag before, but whatever... *Also why the hell do I talk to this tag like it's a person?

I’ll tag @curiositykilledthefaux @weppy @furuta-is-dead @furuta-is-my-daddy