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tboywriter · 2 years

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Anywhere | Spike Spiegel x reader

pictures not mine, edit is mine gender neutral reader edited: yes warnings: angst, swearing, canon-level violence/blood, ambiguous ending, low-key/ possible death summary: Flying is the fastest form of travel but it always feels much slower when you need to be somewhere. Anywhere. a/n: idk why I've only been posting Spike smh. I have two other fics in the works for him too... I swear I write for other people I just never finish the fics... Also don't judge the song choice -- I started this a while ago and I don't have a good replacement.

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“Shit. Shit. Shit!” Spike was pacing, his hand running through his thick green curls.

“I’m fine, Spike. I really am.” He knew you weren’t fine. The shock covered a lot of the pain so you weren’t technically lying, but the situation was much worse than you actually knew. Spike had to mentally slap himself. If Jet or Faye were there he would have asked them to hit him for real. He deserved much more than that.

He stopped and kneeled down in front of you. His eyes were trying to look into your own but you couldn’t focus. “Come on,” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I know where to go.” He didn’t have much time to lose and he had already wasted so much being dumb. He was pacing and worrying when he should have been flying. Taking you somewhere. Anywhere.

He came over and lifted you as gently as he could. He was trying to be quick and ended up a little rough in his haste. You winced and he wanted to slap himself again for hurting you. He lowered into the Swordfish the best he could, arms around you as you tried your best to place your feet on the floor. Eventually he got into his seat and sat you across his lap, your head fell on his shoulder.

The ship was starting up, but it wasn’t fast enough for Spike. His whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel with such force even the half dazed (Y/n) had noticed. “Calm down. Don’t stress yourself out… It’s alright.”

“Calm down? How can I--” He sighed. There was no use fighting with you. You were always so selfless, even when you were dying. He didn’t want to upset you, anyways. He didn’t know what you needed now except a doctor. But yelling at you didn’t seem like it would help.

“Spike.” He looked down at your tired eyes. Space was fleeting past, it was good they were in deep space or he might’ve gotten a ticket. Deep space, though, did not have any doctors. He originally thought of going to Jet on the Bebop but his level of expertise and available technology was far less than what you needed.

“Spike, it hurts…” Your eyebrows knit together loosely, obviously in pain but too weak to show it.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He kissed your forehead lightly and you moved in closer to him. Your cold nose brushed against his neck causing him to shiver. You two were already a bit stuffed in the small ship, but you appreciated his comfort. His warmth.

The two of you never left the other’s sides, even when he was catching the most dangerous bounties. You weren’t a bounty hunter, just some stray the crew had picked up. They had a knack for doing that. Spike knew you shouldn’t come along but he felt so protective of you. He never could find the strength to leave you behind, especially when you gave him those puppy eyes. The two of you were used to being abandoned and you neither wanted it to happen again. This made your friendship a really… close one.

Spike looked back up at the stars in front of him. He had no clue if he could find help where he was going but he needed to try. He was rushing to the closest planet, whatever one that might be. If he were to ruin another life because of his selfishness…

“Can we listen to music?” Spike was not in the mood for music, but he also wasn’t in the mood for making you feel worse than you already did. He clicked on the system, your music already hooked up from the amount of times you ride with him.

The song that came on was some old one that (Y/n) had found. It was from nearly 60 years ago now, from some genre Spike never cared about. (Y/n) loved it, though. You liked all the sad and relatable lyrics, the ones that you tried to mouth along to now. The ones that were piercing through Spike’s heart.

“Thinking about the past again. Darling, you'll be okay.” Spike couldn’t help but really listen to the words. The music he always poked fun at you for listening to was the same music that would be there to mock him as you died in his arms. ‘It’s both loud and sad, why do you like this again?’ ‘It’s called emo music,’ you had told him. ‘Emo means emotional! You’re supposed to find it sad and relatable.’

The next song came on and he could no longer hear your soft singing. You knew all the words and never missed a chance to sing along to it when you could. He looked down, seeing your eyes closed peacefully.

“(Y/n)?” As much as he was glad to see you rest, he couldn’t really tell the difference between your napping and, well. You were always such a soft breather too, always wanting to remain ignored and unseen, even while asleep.

“I’m awake… But really tired.” You spoke with your eyes closed, unable to find the strength to open them again. You pushed your face into Spike's neck, trying to get more comfortable under the circumstances. “Let me take a nap.”

“I know you’re tired… Just, don’t go to sleep. Okay?”

Turning your head to look up at him, you finally opened your eyes enough to take in the stress radiating from your best friend. “Nothing’s going to happen, Spike. Stop worrying.” You lifted a hand up to his cheek, trying to calm him but doing a bit of the opposite. “Oh, oh no. I’m so sorry I--” You pulled down your sweatshirt sleeve to cover your hand, trying to use it to wipe the blood you’d just left on Spike’s face.

He didn’t care about getting blood on him but he did care that the blood was coming from you. He was trying not to look down at the source of the blood. The wound had long soaked through your shirt and had made a good stain through your sweatshirt.

It was a miracle you were doing this well (if you could call it that) after all this time had passed. Spike didn’t want to push his luck. The city’s horizon gleamed ahead, Mars had never seemed so beautiful. He let his mind wander away from you for a moment. He wondered what he’d explain to the doctor. He’d have to come up with a good story for the police, too. With all the wealth in the city, more of them were jumping for a chance to find crime and then be paid off to ignore it.

“We’re almost there.” Spike spoke at you but never looked down, too busy trying to find someone who could save you. If it could be done. You didn’t respond, already passed out again. Spike didn’t really have the flexibility to steer and wake you up at the same time. His head began to throb, stress taking over. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to what you must feel.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!?” You stirred a bit, swatting him weakly.

“I’m sleeping…”

Spike's voice got softer, content that you were okay. Well, okay enough to respond. “Now’s not the time to go to sleep. We’re almost there, okay?”

“But I'm tired now.” You were acting like a child, half cute and half from delirium.

“I know, I know. You can sleep on the Bebop later. For now you have to stay awake. I don’t know how bad this thing is.” His eyes only flickered to your wound, unable to look longer. You sighed, done with him being melodramatic.

Spike didn’t think he was being dramatic. You just had to save that kid. You had to risk your life and play the hero. You had to go and get shot near all of your major organs.

“I’m fine. With the amount of times… Jet has had to wrap up your whole body… I’m surprised this… tiny thing… worries you.” Your speech had slowed significantly. It took considerably more effort to get even one word out now, much less an entire sentence. Even you, in your dubious state, couldn’t argue that there wasn’t something wrong.

Spike opened his mouth to retort but retracted quickly. Once again, there was no point in arguing now, he’d do it later when you were not dying in his arms. He was a lot stronger than you were and had been in this rough business a lot longer. He was highly trained and had much more restraint. Jet wasn’t a real doctor either, everytime Spike was completely bandaged the wrap job was probably a bit exaggerated. And even then he was stuck on couch rest for weeks. He, in all of his years of practice and development, could take it. You were strong mentally, sure. You were the most strong and stable thing in Spike’s life. But this wasn’t exactly a willpower sort of thing.

“I can’t wait for you to get better so I can yell at you for how reckless you were.” He tried to lighten the mood rather unsuccessfully. You laughed softly, ending in a rough cough. You raised your sleeved arm to cover your mouth but when you brought it away it was stained red.

You tried to ignore this. Hopefully Spike hadn’t seen. “You’re too nice to yell.”

“I’ll get Faye to yell at you then.” You smiled, happy for the casual conversation. It wasn’t meant to last, though, as another coughing fit began. Spike looked down again to try and calm you, but he quickly noticed how your gray sweatshirt turned dark and how the inside of your lips were tinted red.

“Shit, (Y/n). We need to hurry up. You’re coughing up blood.” You were about to reply with something snarky but you’d used up all your words. You moaned, the pain starting to come back. You couldn’t believe the shock had lasted this long.

The ship began to land outside of a pristine white building, a red cross above the front door. You were not supposed to park there, but Spike didn’t care. There was only one thing he cared about now.

You moaned again, softly whimpering into his jacket. He kissed the top of your head before quickly opening the Swordfish’s hatch. “You’re going to be okay. We’re here. You’re okay.” You didn’t know if he was convincing you or himself but his rough voice was the last thing you heard before blacking out.

#cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop imagine #cowboy bebop x reader #spike speigal #spike spiegel x reader #spike speigal imagine #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x male reader #faye valentine #radical edward #jet black #ein #imagine #x reader

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glorious-imagines · 4 months

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Easy Like Sunday

on days where there was nothing to do, which tbh wasn't exactly rare, you did menial tasks and relaxed

this relaxation cycle, you were on ganymede

Jet was doing some repairs to the Bebop

you offered to help but he saw you had a bag full of hair products and declined

Faye was sunbathing on the pier

surprisingly, she let Ein rest next to her

when Ed saw your bag they asked if they could help

part of you hated that idea but another part thought it would be like having a younger sibling help

"I don't know if that's a good idea, y/n" Spike warned lightly as you passed him

he was fishing without much luck

"it's fine, if they get too chaotic, I'll send them your way"

he chuckled but you were entirely serious

"by the way this spot is known for being a fish drought" you said as you followed Ed into the the Bebop

you sat in the common room and taught Ed how to do box braids

they were very receptive and better than you at doing them and you've been doing your own hair for years

you only feel a little jealousy at this

Just something out of my writing closet....

#cowboy bebop imagines #edward wong hau pepelu tivrusky iv #glori imagine #original post #cowboy bebop headcanons #cowboy bebop #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader #jet black #spike spiegel #faye valentine #cowboy bebop imagine

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maakiis · 2 years

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see you, space cowboy...

𖧷 ONE SHOTS / STANDALONES:

spike spiegel:

in my head, i play the supercut of us - removed, will be reposted at a later date!

had you told him two years ago that y/n would come to know him the best out of everyone on the bebop, he would have told you to check yourself into the closest hospital. there was very clearly something wrong with you.

𖧷 enemies to lovers. angst. hurt no comfort. fem!reader wc: 2.6k 𖧷

more to come....

#cowboy bebop imagine #spike spiegel x fem!reader #spike spiegel imagine #spike spiegel x reader #cowboy bebpop x reader

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geekynerfherder · 7 months

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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Oliver Wetter.

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kittykatninja321 · 28 days

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The state of 2D animation in America annoys me so bad can you imagine if 2D animation was allowed to exist outside of comedies and children’s cartoons here. The stories we could be telling. We could’ve had our own Akira by now but yall wanna keep PLAYING

#Every once in a while we get rare gem. And honestly a lot of kids stuff is really good. And a some of the adult comedic stuff can be really #good. But imagine if 2D animation for adults took itself seriously as a medium outside of comedies.#Society when animation studios realize that they could make the American (ANIMATED) Cowboy Bebop and that shit would do numbers #BITCHES LIKE ANIME NOW!! 🗣️

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amethystsoda · 2 months

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Thinking about crossovers tonight…

#imagine the chaos and the fun #space dandy #kekkai sensen #cowboy bebop #questlog

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖...

Being absolutely passed out asleep in the wee small hours of the morning. Resting in shear darkness, minus the faint shimmer of the nightlight Ed insisted on putting in your bedroom. Nothing but the sweet sounds of empty space, and new adventures for the day to come, filling your ears.

A gentle tapping at your door interrupting this peaceful silence.

Stirring awake only to hear it again. “Come on in, Spike.” mumbling as you already know who it is.

Aforementioned male entering your bedroom with his metaphorical tail between his legs. His hair being both poofy and stuck to his forehead, but nonetheless disheveled. Him looking exhausted, but bleary eyed and fearful.

“Bad dream?” Asking as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

Spike shuddering out a breath as he nods. “Real bad.”

Sighing in sympathy as you open up your covers, patting the empty space on the other side of the bed. “Come on in, water’s fine.” a yawn finishing your illy-timed joke.

The bounty hunter letting out a puff of air through his nose, showing his amusement. Him hesitantly settling down into your bed and pulling the covers back up.

“G’Night, Spike.” whispering as you turn away from him.

“N-Night.” him replying shakily.

Spike trying to lay back and fall asleep, ultimately failing due to his fear of entering his dream once more. Him sighing dejectedly as he stares up at the ceiling.

“You can’t stand to fall back asleep can you?” turning to face him, finally taking in his horrified face. “Hey.”

Holding the side of his face and looking dead in his fearful eyes, “You’re safe here, Spike.”

Moving your own hand down to take his own, and resting his head on your chest, watching relief wash over him almost instantly.

“I’ve got you, space cowboy.”

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#constellations #cowboy bebop #bebop #cowboy bebop imagines #cowboy bebop x reader #spike x reader #spike spiegel #spike speigal #spike spiegel imagines #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel comfort #cowboy bebop comfort #anime #anime comfort #anime imagine

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nayeonline · 7 months

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SPACE.COWBOY (my imagined ITZY comeback)

I’ve made a couple posts about JYP’s shitty management of ITZY, so I decided to do a little thought experiment in what direction I would take ITZY’s discography and aesthetics.

I decided to give them a full album because it’s 2023 and no one should be releasing mini albums this late in their career (this goes for everyone, not just itzy). The album, which I have entitled ‘SPACE.COWBOY’, has 10 tracks, including 1 English pre-release single, 1 Korean title track, two promoted b-sides, and six more b-sides.

For the concept, I decided to draw inspiration from the aesthetics of ‘Cowboy Bebop’ which I referenced in the album name. I really wanted a space aesthetic for ITZY, but I didn’t want it to be just aespa part 2, so I decided a 90s space Faye Valentine aesthetic was the move. Also, ginger Yeji, pink hair Chaeryeong, blonde Yuna, black hair Ryujin and Lia is a must :)

Anyway, into the tracklist!!!

(1) LOG-IN [Fifty Fifty]

When I first heard this song a couple years back, I was struck by how ITZY it sounded. I love it as an album opener, and I think ITZY would body a choreography to it.

(2) YEPPI YEPPI [aespa] (TITLE TRACK)

Same goes for this song, I think it sounds SO ITZY, it’s very evocative of their Dalla Dalla - Icy era, which is exactly the sound I want to hear from them again. This song is so timeless, so fun, and such a perfect ITZY title track.

(3) 3.14159 [Lexie Liu] (English Pre-Release)

I fucking love Lexie Liu, and this song is one of my favourites from her. It’s very whimsical, very psychedelic, and very high energy, which is exactly what ITZY does best. This song has the creativity their last few singles have been lacking. I think Yuna especially would OWN this track.

(4) YALLA [WJSN] (Promoted B-Side)

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS SONG SOONER?! I imagine Chaeryeong being the centre for this song, she has the perfect energy for it. I can definitely see this song going viral on K-Pop TikTok, I love it as a promoted B-Side.

(5) Cast Pearls Before Swine [Purple Kiss]

This is quintessential ITZY. I can see Lia performing this song so clearly, and I think it thematically references their debut self love concept just the right amount. I just really love this song ok, go stream it.

(6) MAGICIAN [Lexie Liu] (Promoted B-Side)

Can you tell I love Lexie Liu yet? This one has a chorus along similar lines to YALLA, and it's so addictive. This is another Yuna type song for me, but I also think Ryujin would be such a stand out on this. I don’t see it being in Mandarin for ITZY, but the hook is mostly onomatopoeia so I don’t think a language change would ruin it at all.

(7) The Great Mermaid [LE SSERAFIM]

I admit, I didn’t see the vision for this song when it first came out, but OH MY GOD do I get it now. I can definitely see this one for ITZY, especially that killer post chorus.

(8) YUCK [Charli XCX]

Charli XCX and ITZY are such a good mix, I couldn’t help giving them one of her most underrated pop anthems. This one has Ryujin written all over it

(9) LUCID [Rina Sawayama] (Promoted B-Side)

Did you really think I wasn’t going to include a Rina song? And this one especially is fucking amazing. Realistically I know the lyrics would be different for a K-Pop release, but just the UK dance-pop vibes alone are so fun. Somi did it with Fast-Forward, and as a Brit it's so funny to see idols release stuff that wouldn’t be out of place on the radio here. Yeji would eat this song up, but IMAGINE THE CHOREOGRAPHY.

(10) LOG-OUT [4s4ki]

Other than the obvious nice parallels with the album intro title, I think this song is such a fun album closer for ITZY. I hate that groups like ITZY consistently release ballads as their album closer, like they have no business singing in a bpm that slow. Obviously I don’t think they would sing in Japanese, but the pure chaos of this track would be such a fun experiment for them. (This one was for u @shyreol)

@a-moth-to-the-light im so interested to see ur thoughts on my made up album, and for ur one if u end up doing it :)

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inkpot909 · 1 year

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When The Kids are Asleep (One-Shot)

↳ Spike Spiegel x Fem!Reader: She/her pronouns are used for the reader.

Summary: Insecurity is the poison that kills relationships before they even have a chance begin. Luckily Spike Spiegel is around to set things right; to let you know that it’s all in your head.

Warning(s): Swearing. Slight nsfw.

Sitting upright on the Bebop’s bright yellow couch, your mind is focused intently on the book you hold open before you.

Not often do you get to indulge in a new story. Although reading is a hobby you enjoy, being a member of the Bebop means your priorities are understandably elsewhere. It’s not unlike your companions to splurge on hobby items and clothes, but a soft heart makes your approach to spending different. Or more accurately- your lack thereof.

But the latest bounty was certainly a rough one- with a hefty reward to match. So much so, that Faye let out a long huff of relief after taking her share of the reward, rather than putting up an argument over the amount or suggesting to go window-shopping with you. Regardless, it just so happened after collecting your own fair share, you found a secondhand store on your walk back to the Bebop. You’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the large sign displaying a proud title for the quant store. Disappearing inside, you return just minutes later along with an award for a job well-done and a gleeful expression.

And better yet, a tiring bounty calls for people to turn in early. Sleep entices you, just as it coaxed all your companions to bed. However, to hell if you aren’t going to take advantage of a silent Bebop. Staying up in comfortable quiet isn’t something you plan for often, even less does it ever actually come to fruition. In your head, tonight was decidedly different, and the universe mercifully granted you that desired peace.

There’s only one light on in the common area, just bright enough to make your book legible. With a head bent down, your hair casts a shadow over your relaxed face. Shadows dance around your body’s curves, vegged out in contentment. Just by glancing at your unmoving form, it would be easy for one to imagine the long day you’ve had.

Lost in your story, the small kinks that accompany the Bebop fly over your head. Distant sounds of machinery are drowned out by the flood your book provides, and you’re right there with them. Floating down further and further until your surroundings are completely off the mind.

“Don’t you think this Jean character is a bit of an airhead?” a voice calls from above you. Jumping, a tiny yelp escapes your lips.

Lifting your head, you find the source of the voice only when you crank your neck back further. The muscles around it and across your shoulders groan, but a pair of mismatched brown eyes keep you from listening.

Spike’s standing right behind the couch, looming over you. His front pressed to the back of the couch, lazily holding the weight of his bent torso. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, something that doesn’t hinder his bored expression. His eyes stay glued to yours, forcing your neck forward, pulling your own from his.

To think simply his body language and carefree voice is enough to make you jumpier than Ein on special mushrooms…

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you mumble, flicking the pages of your book.

“I don’t understand how you can read that crap,” Spike replies, hoisting his body over the couch. He lands on his feet and smoothly plops down onto the cushions next to you. Grinning, he adds, “What? Am I not entertaining enough?”

Your eyes widen, the answer to his question dying on your lips.

Deep inside you, a warm feeling has been growing. The foolish hope that Spike meant all the sweet nothings he threw your way. Casual flirting has long been a staple of your relationship. Spike oozed confidence around you, a trick you happily fall for each time. You stroke his ego and he flusters you beyond what words can express. Ever since the fateful day you’d stowed away on the Bebop- desperate for food, desperate for a home -your relationship with him had been far different in comparison to anyone else.

But even still, insecurity plagued your mind. Aren’t his actions all part of some game? Chasing your reactions only to pass the time; to make the life he leads a tiny bit easier. Born from boredom and nothing else.

To believe you’re special… how positively laughable.

“I didn’t hear you at all,” you sheepishly admit, “I thought everyone went to bed.”

“I tried; too pent up from today to get any shut-eye,” Spike replies, staring down seemingly at nothing. “I was practicing some fighting forms, but needed a break. Then I found your cute little silhouette curled up on the couch and the night’s been looking up ever since.”

“Even if I didn’t see you?”

Spike’s eyebrows furrowed, waving his hands up in the air dramatically. “I don’t understand what that book has that I don’t!”

For one thing, it’s both forward and honest with me, you think, not daring to say such a thing to his face. Regardless of your inner bitterness, his words bring a smile to your face and a laugh follows suit. “Keep reading and you’ll find out,” you quip, raising a brow.

“No way in hell,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll leave the reading to the critically gifted.”

“So you admit it- you’re completely clueless. Didn’t even know what you’re criticizing,” you test playfully, gently setting the book down on the coffee table.

“Oi! I still know an idiot when I see one- and that Jean is one hell of a brainless protagonist.”

You snort, finding his confidence endearing. Spike always tried pushing your buttons in this way, and regardless of the fight you put up, you always surrender to his occasional goofiness. Even still…

You sigh, moving your gaze from him. This isn’t the first time he’s sought you out specifically while by yourself. The whole dynamic… it makes your heart flutter with both positive and negative possibilities. Your heart desperately cries for just a chance he may think the world of you, while your head shuts down all hope.

In the moment, you feel both sides collide with one another. Without thinking properly beforehand, you finally meet his gaze head-on once again. A frown now is spread across your face, and his shoulders dip as you ask, “You do this with Faye too, don’t you?”

Spike’s lighthearted expression twists into a confused one, tilting his head to the side. For someone who hates Ein as much as he claims, he sure as hell shares some of the same mannerisms as the pooch. “What are you going on about?” he hums, keeping his voice purposefully low on volume.

“This,” you wildly gesture to both him and yourself, “This-… this…”

“This, what...?” he coaxed, clearly not about to let this go despite your flaming cheeks. This is a bed you’ve never wanted to make for yourself, far too aware that Spike would make damn sure you sleep in it. Sleep deprivation and a long day are just the straw to break the camel’s back.

“This… flirting game you play,” you go on, voice shaking, “It’s flustering… and you never do it in front of everyone else.”

“You want me to?” he asks, genuinely surprised. He puckers his lips in thought, adding in a mumble, “I thought you were the shy type.”

“What?”

“What-?”

The two of you stop speaking, baffled faces glued to one another. Maybe tiredness from a long day really isn’t to blame. Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone else is in bed that makes you so direct- an opportune time. This is between you and Spike alone, which is why you've never gone to Faye or Jet for support.

Faye... you ponder. Or maybe it’s because I’m always nervous whenever Faye and Spike are close. They had both stepped up much today, working together flawlessly despite bickering the entire time. It feels ridiculous to be so worried; it’s clear they cannot stand one another. Yet they look good together... that much you have to admit. And although they deny it profusely, they share a certain amount of concern for each other.

Whatever insecurity is specifically plaguing you at this very moment, one thing is for certain to you: I’m sick of being flirted with- frustrated with the teasing and the sly looks. What this is… it isn’t tangible. It’s not real.

“Y/n…” Spike sighs, dropping his head and pulling you from your mind. He’s turned away now, but continues to sneak peaks at you out the corner of his good eye. “What do you think I take you for?”

Your hands tremble. Once again, you have a hard time answering. Instead of coming up with something this time around, you suddenly stand up from the couch. You know what? Maybe you can run away. Stretching, you let out an obnoxious yawn. “Don’t worry about it,” you act, “Anyways, I really should-“

“Y/n…” Spike mutters, halting your movement. His voice is quiet- soft, even. As he speaks, his hand reaches out for one of your own. “Talk to me... what's so wrong all of a sudden?” His pleading eyes leave you no choice, as well as a skip of your heartbeat.

“I- but, you…” you stutter, slowly sitting back down. Seemingly pleased with this, his grip on you loosens. If only a little bit.

Spike’s eyes travel around your face, searching. For a moment, his eyebrows knit together even further. “Y/n… you deserve more than you give yourself credit,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and pulling his hand away.

Lifting your gaze, it’s now his turn to bashfully avoid eye-contact. Placing both hands behind his head, he kicks his feet up in a quick attempt to seem nonchalant. But Spike performs laziness as if it’s a career. To the point where if he’s not truly relaxed, everyone knows- you know.

“You always say things like that,” you huff, unable to help your bitterness. Now that the cat’s getting dragged out the bag, there’s no point in hiding your frustration. After all, if it is one big game- you won’t find it all too amusing. “But only now… only when we’re alone.”

“So?”

Frustration boils within your chest. “So!? So you need to stop. It’s confusing.”

“You’ve never stopped me before.”

His words eat you alive. Spike is right- you cannot say that you’ve ever lectured him over his flirtatiousness before tonight. But him being right isn’t on your current agenda, which means he must be wrong.

“Not true!” you huff. The face he pulls makes it clear that he is buying the lie even less than you are yourself.

Sighing once more, Spike’s body dips into the couch even further. He scoots closer to you, pausing and waiting for you to pull away or chastise him. When you do neither, he throws his arm around you casually.

“Spike…?” you ask, frustration diffusing at his facial expression. He shuffles himself even closer, both your thighs brushing up against one another. Glancing between your eyes and lips, he finally says, “When the kids are all asleep… isn’t it only natural to flirt out of sight? Trust me, you've always been worth the wait.”

Flirt…

“What are you trying to say...?”

“It's clear that you like me. I'm not oblivious, y'know,” he chuckles, “I can see how you stare, and how you react to my every action is only more evidence piling together. But you always get so shy... I thought you wouldn’t be happy with me openly flirting with you in front of everyone; they can be quite the teasing bunch.”

Blinking, you drink up his words with a baffled expression plastered on your face. In his own way, he makes it plain as day: This isn’t a game. Fun for him, certainly, but not in the sick, selfish way you had wrongfully assumed.

“Is… is that really how you see it?” you ask, voice hopeful. “You're just... honestly trying to flirt with me?”

“Of course,” he makes a face, “I dunno why you’d think I’d act this way with Faye.”

You shrug, “She’s three times the woman I’ll ever-”

A pair of heated lips cut off your words. Across the room, you hear a droplet of water fall from a creaky pipe above to the harsh floor. For a split moment, Spike stayed completely still against your lips. Your eyes are glued wide open, observing his which are screwed tightly shut. His hand had instinctively reached forward, gripping your forearm in a silent plea for you to stay put. His buttocks is lifted into the air, uncomfortably keeping himself bent down and holding his position.

Just now mentally recovering from the action, Spike’s lips gently pull away. He mutters cheekily, “You really need to stop comparing yourself to others- and stop talking about them to me,” He plants a kiss to your lips, ghosting his lips over them as he adds, “I only wanna focus on you, sweetheart.” He tilts his head to the side, nose poking your cheek as he meets your lips once more. You weakly kiss him back, lips quivering and hands sweaty. Despite your nerves, you allow him to pepper your lips with short but desperate kisses.

A minute passes before he pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he slowly sinks back into the couch cushions. He’s sitting much closer to you this time around, your legs touching and torsos twisted in each others’ direction. Something sad taints his eyes, sinking your rapidly-beating heart. Giving your arm a gentle squeeze, he tells you in a whisper, “You really didn’t get it before... did you?”

“I-... I suppose not,” you reply, breathless.

“I’m sorry I confused you,” he murmurs.

“Spike… it’s okay… I assumed the worst and-...”

He raises a hand, a passive request for you to stop your sentence there. Following along, you shut your mouth again. A smile plays on his lips, using the hand he’d raised to cup your chin. His lithe fingers brush against your skin with care, tilting your head so that you felt no other option than to look into his eyes.

“I like when you say my name…” he practically purrs, wrapping his free hand around your waist. “I don’t wanna have to hear anyone else say it.” Your cheeks turn a flushed red color, only egging him on to continue. “And…” he nuzzles your nose with his own, “And I’d love it if you'd indulge me some more.”

“S-Spike…” you sigh, heart leaping thousands of feet away from any ground surface. He bites his lip, but waits for you to finish your thought this time. Instead, you merely sigh again and lean forward.

Getting the hint, a tug around your waist pulls you towards him, and once more you're engulfed in his kisses. Lifting your hands, you rest them against his chest and kiss him back. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your head. Spike’s fingertips massage your scalp, running through your hair and making a quick mess of it. His lips move faster than before; the sound of sloppy kisses fill the common area’s late-night serenity.

Spike bites down on your lower lip, wiping his tongue over the tiny mark temporarily left behind before slipping inside your mouth. You sigh, a tiny whimper accompanying the release of air. His tongue dances around yours. “Spike…” you hum between kisses. Your hands slide up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Your body lifts as you do so, now pressed against him and radiating more warmth between you two.

He pulls away, stomach visually rising and falling. Loosening his tie first, he also releases the first couple of buttons running down the front of his shirt. His bare chest pokes out as he leans back, propping himself up only by his elbows. Grabbing your hand, he beckons you closer with half-lidded eyes, and guides your body to lay comfortably on top of him.

“Come here…” he sighs, tugging you forward by the collar of your shirt. Lips conform to one another, kissing and lightly biting. A hand travels down your side, cupping the bottom of your ass.

You use his hand to direct the movement of your hips, slowly rocking against his. A shiver rolls down your spine at the contact, making contact with something hardening against your clothed core. Spike pushes back, softly groaning into your lips, “Fuck... this is okay?”

You simply nod, not trusting your words.

Shaking his head, he trails his kisses along your jaw. Pushing you further above him, Spike plants soft kisses down to your neck. “Mmh-” you huff, tilting your head and giving him more access.

“I need to hear you say it…” he grumbles, grinding against you with added vigor. “Please, baby…”

You nod again, eyes fluttering shut. He kisses a spot where your jawline and neck meet, sucking a mark onto your otherwise clear skin. Spike grins; your neck’s a blank canvas he intends to utilize.

“Yes…” you mutter, a tremble present in your voice. “Spike... yes, it's okay…”

Biting down on your neck, his hand traces from your ass back up your side again. It lingers for a moment before moving to your front, cupping your breast through your shirt. “Say that again,” he moans, “My name like that…”

“Spike…” you sigh, giggling delicately at his desperation.

“Again...?” he pleads, pulling away from your neck. He peers up at you, eyes hazy with want. He slowly moves his hand down your stomach, tracing the hem of your shorts with a single fingertip.

You press your forehead against his, arching your back. “Spike…” you groan, bucking your hips eagerly. Smirking, he wraps a finger around the material’s waistband and snaps it teasingly against your skin. With a few more kisses planted to your lips, he gingerly slips his hand in your shorts. Moving with a sloth-like pace, his fingers reach your clothed core and gently rub against your wetness. “Mmh... Spike…” you moan, not needing a request this time.

“What the hell-?!” A booming voice shouts from the doorway leading out into the Bebop’s main corridor. A metal crash and another sharp sound follows immediately.

You and Spike freeze, clinging to each other despite the compromising position. His hand is still halfway down your shorts, his shirt is unbuttoned, and the both of you are sweating buckets. Add rosy cheeks- as well as widened eyes -and it’s no doubt the two of you look like a couple of deers in headlights.

Moving in tandem, you both turn to the doorway. Jet is standing there, just as frozen solid as you’d been a second ago. On the floor is a metal watering can, still emptying out onto the floor and getting the man’s shoes soaked. Next to it is a tiny bonsai, roots and dirt seeping from the now-broken pot.

You sit up, finally finding yourself. Spike removes his hands from you completely, and you do the same. Hastily, you trip over your words in an attempt to explain, “I-I-... Jet... we-we were just, uhh-...”

Jet waves his arms and shakes his head. “No no! I get it!” he roughly exclaims, turning back around. “Seriously! Bring it to a damn bedroom you perverts... other people live here you know!” he shouts the last few words, walking back down the hall he’d originally came through.

“Shit…” you mumble, climbing off Spike.

He sits up, pulling a cigarette box from his pant’s pocket. Watching his hands move, Spike grabs a single cigarette and shoves it between his lips. “I suppose I should’ve mentioned that the kids weren’t actually asleep; meant it as a figure of speech. Sorry about that,” he chuckles, inhaling a huff. Your cheeks flare pink.

“Spike!”

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cowboy caregiver

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

★ spike spiegel does not get sick

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

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

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

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

★ he sipped at it with a pout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★ after that, you helped him into the shower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#spike spiegel #spike spiegel imagine #spike spiegel imagines #spike headcanons #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel x y/n #spike spiegel x you #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop imagines #cowboy bebop imagine #cowboy bebop headcanons #hello i am sick

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spike-and-faye · 25 days

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#I can just imagine him secretly watching them in his quarters while having a smoke #I know which movie I think - I’ll wait til the polls over to offer my thoughts ahahahha #cowboy bebop #jet black #twilight #the twilight saga #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #faye valentine #radical edward #spike Spiegel #poll

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes || Anime Edition ||

Y/N: Wow, it’s a barren featureless wasteland out there isn’t it?

Hakkai: … Y/N, try turning the map around.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Young Ichigo: I’m sorry I ate your candy.

Young Y/N: I’m sorry I pushed you off the bench.

Ichigo: It’s okay.

Ichigo: Wait. When did you-

Y/N: *Pushes Ichigo off the bench*

{anime-Bleach}

•+•

Y/N: We dream of summertime during winter. We yearn for winter during summer. What fatal flaw has God injected the human psyche with? Why must we always strive for the thing furthest away from us?

Tsume: …Are you okay?

Y/N: My hands are freezing off here, Tsume.

{anime-Wolfs Rain}

•+•

Miroku: You’re mad at me.

Y/N: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Miroku: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Y/N: Woah, woah, woah. You think I’m into Kyo?

Yuki: Yes, Y/N, I do because you are.

Tohru: You mentioned his name nine times in the last ten minutes.

{anime-Fruits Basket}

•+•

Y/n: You’re supposed to be learning how to be good. So no more of….this.

Sesshomaru: You just gestured to all of me

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Y/n: I can hold the whole world in my hands.

Kougaiji, unconvinced: Oh yeah?

Y/n: *holds Kougaiji's face in their hands*

Kougaiji: *voice breaking* I have a reputation to uphold.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Y/n: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Ichigo: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Y/n: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING CHAD WITH ME

Rukia, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now

{anime-Bleach}

•+•

Hakkai: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Gojyo: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Goku: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Sanzo: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you people

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Y/n: *Gently taps table*

Shikamaru: *Taps back*

Naruto: What are they doing?

Hinata: Morse code.

Y/n: *Aggressively taps table*

Shikamaru: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

{anime-Naruto}

•+•

Kiba looking at Y/n and Tsume.

Kiba: So who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon.

Tsume: I’m a knife.

Y/n:He’s the little spoon.

{anime-Wolfs Rain}

•+•

L: Y/n , we need to talk about-

Y/n: He was already dead when I got here

L: What?

Y/n: What?

{anime-death note}

•+•

Y/n: “me and Spike have that special chemistry where we can finish each other’s-“

Spike: “sentences!”

Y/n: “don’t interrupt me”

{anime-Cowboy Bebop}

•+•

Sanji: “pfft- Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.”

Zoro: “You were flirting with Y/n..”

Sanji: “and? So what? She’s my wife.”

Zoro: “you asked them if they were single.”

Sanji: “.....”

Zoro: “And then you cried when they said they weren't..”

{anime-One Piece}

•+•

Roy: WHY. why did you give Y/n a KNIFE?!

Maes: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Roy : Now I feel unsafe!

Maes: I’m sorry.

Maes: ... would you like a knife?

{anime-Fullmetal Alchemist}

•+•

Y/n: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Y/n: i became more evil if you’re curious

Iruka: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Y/n: i’m going to get worse on purpose

{anime-Naruto}

•+•

Y/n : I will bathe in your fear.

Sanzo': Sorry but it feels like we're being threatened by cupcake.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Maes: Do you like Y/n?

Roy: What? No, I would never.

Maes: So you wouldn’t mind if I set them up-

Roy: I will kill you with my bare hands.

{anime-Fullmetal Alchemist}

•+•

Hakkai: Did you know that when you break a bone it typically will heal back stronger than before.

Y/n: So what you’re saying is I should break every bone in my body until I become invincible?

Hakkai:

Hakkai: Y/n, please do not.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Inyuasha: Don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.

Y/n: The power to believe in myself?

Inyuasha: No, a Sword.

Inyuasha: Stab them.

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Hatori: I’ve lied to every girl I said “I love you” to. I thought I loved them but then I met you and realized I’ve never actually been in love before.

Y/n: Aww, I didn’t know that, Hatori. I’m kind of flattered—

Hatori: Yeah, it was eating me up inside so I called them each individually and told them I never loved them.

Y/n: Okay, that just seems unnecessary.

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