#Jet: Spike we need to talk about your...

[jetspikepub]

Another part of the interview where Koichi imitates harmonica, ruining a tragic scene, and Unsho recalls a moment when TV workers asked him to read news using Jet's voice because they were huge fans of the show.

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

desperate people find faith

summary: your first mission ends with you in Jean's lab and a very worried Logan who's had trouble leaving your side wc: 2.0k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your very positive feedback on the previous fics with these two!!! I am really looking forward to writing more for them, so please feel free to send any requests for them my way, or Logan requests in general! And yes, the title is from a Taylor Swift song again. Lots of hurt/comfort in this one, talks of mushy gushy feelings, very worried Logan find the previous part here! all empath!reader fics here!

You took the cold table underneath you as a sign that something had gone wrong. You peaked one eye open before quickly squeezing it closed, the bright florescent lights too much to handle. You took a beat, trying to make sense of your surroundings. 

You remembered the jet landing in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, you and Jean searching an abandoned building looking for the young mutant that Charles had promised would be there and coming up empty. The two of you had made your way back to the jet and.. shit. The kid had freaked, and you distinctly remember taking enough damage to warrant a swift retreat back to the school. You must be downstairs, in Jean’s lab. It’s probably a bad sign that the first thing you worry about how much shit Logan is going to give you for this. 

You reached out with your power, too cautious of the lights (and the judgment of the rest of the team) to look with your eyes. A few people were mildly worried just across the room, but it was hard not to be distracted by the huge amounts of anger and exhaustion on your left. You debated facing him head on, being a grown up about it and fessing up to the fact that you were wrong. Thankfully, you could be immature when the situation called for it. You attempted to even out your breathing and smooth out the crease between your eyebrows, anything that could give you away. 

“Sweetheart?” Logan’s voice is so much softer than you were expecting, based on the waves of pure fury currently radiating off of him. 

You shush him, blinking one eye open. “I’m sleeping.” You whisper, letting your eye fall shut again. 

You felt his hand gently brush over the top of your head. His voice is closer, air tickling your ear as he leans down beside you. “Been sleeping for three days, bub. Need you to wake up now.” 

You turn your head to the side and are treated to Logan dropping a small kiss on your forehead. You can’t help but smile at the affection, eyes half open against the bright lights. After a few moments, they dim. Jean takes her place on the other side of the table, lab coat on and stethoscope in hand. You expected her to shoo Logan away in the name of a more thorough analysis but she doesn’t even attempt it. 

Logan’s hand finds your own, gripping tight enough to be just short of uncomfortable. Jean makes quick work of taking your diagnostics, and gently informs you that besides feeling fatigued, you are just fine. 

That can’t be right. 

You know that you caught the brunt of the impact, it was beginning to come back to you. The young mutant had lashed out, and before you’d had the chance to get close, he’d sent a car flying towards you and Jean. She’d managed to counteract it with her own mutation, firmly shoving you out of the way. But she hadn’t been fast enough to catch the small metal spikes he’d also thrown. There was no way you should be ‘just fine’ by now. 

Either Jean was in your head or the confusion was showing clearly on your face. She gave you a tight smile, eyes darting between you and the door. She took a few steps back, clearly intent of making her exit. “Jean, wait, there’s no way-”

She gave you her please stop talking smile. “I think it’s best if this comes from him,” she nodded at Logan, placing her stethoscope and clipboard on the side table. “I’ll be back in a bit to do one final check before we clear you.” She gives you another smile that didn’t meet her eyes, and then she was gone. 

You began to sit up slowly, still in shock that there was little to no pain, only stiffness from being immobile for too long. “What is she talking about?” Logan huffed, supporting you with a hand on your back. “What’s going on?” 

One hand made long, slow strokes up and down your spine, while the other had not loosened it’s grip on your own since you’d woken up. His eyebrows were scrunched together, the tell tale sign of his thinking face. You tried your best not to rush him, but everything about the situation was so confusing and your mind was racing. You were far too healed, and he was being far too calm for the anger that was rolling off go him, still. 

“Didn’t expect me to just sit around when you came back one foot in the grave, did ya?” 

“I’m sorry if me coming back banged up gave you extra work, I just don’t understand why you’re so upset with me.” 

His eyes went wide, the hand on your back stilling. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.” The tremble in his voice almost had you convinced. 

“Don’t lie to me about it,” you help up your hand, still firmly entwined with his. “I can tell.” 

“I’m notmad at you, bub.” He brought the back of your hand to his lips, peppering it with kisses. “I’m mad at the little fuck who did this to you, I’m mad that they let this happen, and I’m furious with myself that I wasn’t there.” 

“He’s just a kid, Logan.” 

His shoulders shook with silent laughter, a stark white dancing at the edge of his emotions now. Shock. “You almost died, and your first instinct is to defend the little asshole responsible.” 

You leaned forward, bumping your shoulder against his chest in warning. “I feel fine.” He nodded, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his hand not currently locked with yours resumed it’s path up and down your back. You let it go on for a few moments, appreciating the silence and the grounding effect of his touch. “Do you… wanna fill me in on why exactly that is?” 

He sucked in a breath, shoulders visibly tense. “We were lucky that Hank was stopping by for a visit.” He played with your fingers, distracting himself. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why that information was important at a time like this. “When they brought you in, god there was so much blood. Jean managed to take care of a lot of it, but she didn’t know when, or uh, if you were going to wake up.” He blew out a breath, steadying himself. “You know that Hank has been asking for a long time-”

Both of your hands gripped his tightly. “Tell me you didn’t.” 

Hank had been asking for ages to use some of Logan’s blood to synthesize a more advanced healing serum for the X-Men. It was rare they came back with more than bumps and bruises, but he was a worrier and felt that Logan was the key to making something truly effective. The only problem? Logan hated needles. You’d only gotten bits and pieces from him about why, but you had a hunch that when you were alive for as long as he had been, people were willing to poke and prod for some answers. He’d never admit it, but you had felt how terrified he was the last time he’d been down hard after a mission, and Jean had tried to give him an IV of fluids to speed up the regeneration. It hadn’t ended well, to say the least. 

“I should’ve done it sooner. Seeing you like this, knowing I could have done something about it.” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. 

Cautiously, you fit yourself against him, arms tight around his neck and your chest flush with his own. You half expected him to reprimand you, to remind you that you should be careful, not to move too much. Instead, he held you tightly, the side of his face pressed against the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a good long while, reveling in the comfort of the other. 

“I know you think that you only did it because,” you paused, steeling yourself. “Because it was me.” You can feel him trying to pull away, but you mold yourself to him even more tightly, knowing that if he really wanted to he could break away from you like it was nothing. “You’re wrong. You would have done this for anyone.” 

“Except for-”

“Even for Scott.” You were quick to cut him off, unwilling to hear him being so harsh on himself.

You pulled back, just enough so that you were able to meet his eyes. You needed him to know that you are being earnest. “You are a good man, Logan. And before you even try to deny it or say I’m lying I know you can hear my heart beat. And I know you can tell when people are lying. And besides, I’ve never ever lied to you, have I?” He shakes his head slowly, one tear falling, and a few more after that. You reached up, brushing them away. He grabbed your hand, gently placing a kiss on your wrist, and then your palm. 

“Y’scared me, sweetheart.” He murmured, voice muffled by your palm still against his lips. “Don’t ever do that again.” 

You slide your hand to cup the side of his face, prompting him to meet your gaze. “You know I can’t guarantee that.” His eyes closed for a moment, and you knew he was doing his best not to shout. “I will always be careful, but I can’t stay back and leave the work to everyone else. If I can help, I’m gonna help.” 

His eyes narrowed, the tiniest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “Fine. But we’re getting you trained up and you aren’t going out there without me again for a good long while.” 

You rolled your eyes, the both of you well aware there was no ill will behind it. “If you insist.” 

“I absolutely do.” He pulled you back into his chest, keeping you there until Jean peaked her head in through the door. 

“If you two are done being mushy, there are a few people who have been dying to see you.” 

Ororo rushed into the room, playfully shoving Logan away to scoop you into her arms. She gently checked you over, ignoring the fact that you’d already had several medical professionals on the case. Scott clasped you on the shoulder, reassuring you that for a first mission, this was a success. You laughed before shooting Logan a look that begged him to let it pass. He huffed, but nodded all the same. 

“Shocked we didn't have to keep him from trying to tear the kid apart, but he refused to leave the lab.” Scott nodded his head at Logan, who was continuing to shuffle closer to the table where you sat. 

Well, you would be dutifully ignoring the latter half of Scott's quip, instead choosing to focus on the young mutant. “You mean he's?” 

Scott smiled, nodding. “He’s settling in upstairs.” 

You grinned, glad to know that it hadn’t all been for nothing. You fixed your gaze on Logan, narrowing your eyes at him. “Don’t even think about failing him out of history as some kind of weird revenge, I’ll know and I will find a way to get back at you for it.” 

Your friends laughed around you, let you know that Charles has ordered in your favorite take out for dinner and started to filter out of the room. Eventually, you and Logan are left alone again, sitting side by side on the metal table. 

“You still owe me an important conversation, ya know.” You bump your shoulder against his. You stay there, pressed against his side with your head leaning on his shoulders. His hand rests on your shoulder, holding you close. 

“Maybe wait until you aren’t in a hospital gown, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes, clearly aware that he was deflecting, but still content to take in his warmth and quiet support. You were safe, and you were home. Not just at school, but with him.

[vaginalvr]

idk if ive asked this but i had no wifi so Idjkk if it went thru BUT PLEASE when u get the chance pleasee i need pervert spencer SOBAD like early seasons i guess maybe season 4

content warning: Pervert!Spencer, voyeurism-adjacent, dirty talk, unhinged tension, mutual pining gone wild, public risk, first time, canon-era, reader POV

a/n: how many times can vi use "the bullpen is empty" in her writings challenge go

word count ~ 1.1k

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It starts with a look. And then another. Spencer Reid has been watching you for months. He thinks he's subtle about it, but he’s not. Not when his eyes flick up your skirt when you drop a pen. Not when he lingers just a little too long behind you in the coffee line. Not when his fingertips brush your palm during case files, and he swears it was "accidental" every time.

You're not stupid. You’ve seen the way his throat bobs when you cross your legs in meetings. Heard the way his voice catches on your name when you're bent over the conference table, red pen in hand.

But tonight?

Tonight he’s not pretending.

Everyone's gone. The bullpen is empty, ghostly quiet under the hum of fluorescent lights. You’re standing in front of the copier in a pencil skirt and heels, pretending to be productive, when you hear the door creak.

Then, his voice.

“You always stay late?” That voice—honey-laced, cracked around the edges from lack of sleep. You turn, eyes meeting his. Spencer Reid. Hair a little longer, curls messy, tie loosened, jacket gone.

You smile. “Only when I know someone’s going to watch me.”

He falters—just a second. Like his brain skips. Then his eyes darken. You see it. A shift.

“I wasn’t watching,” he lies. Badly.

You walk toward him, slow. Deliberate. “You’ve been watching me since October, Reid.”

He swallows.

“Watching you isn’t the word I’d use,” he says, voice low. "Studying, maybe."

Your brows rise. “Studying?”

He doesn’t blink. “I like data. Repetition. Pattern recognition.”

You’re in front of him now. Inches away. He’s taller. And tenser. You tilt your head up. “So what patterns have you noticed?”

Spencer exhales shakily. “You wear lipstick when we land in cities with bookstores. You cross your legs toward me in the jet. You touch your necklace when you’re wet.”

You blink. He stares back, unrepentant. And there it is—your heartbeat spikes. Your thighs press tight.

He keeps going.

“You always adjust your skirt when you’re talking to Hotch. You lean forward when I read out loud. And you moan in your sleep at hotels. Soft. Like you're dreaming about being fucked.”

Your breath catches.

He whispers now—leaning close. His lips nearly brush your ear.

“I touch myself thinking about it.”

Your whole body burns.

"Spencer."

He says your name like he’s tasting it. Hands still at his sides like he’s restraining himself.

But you’ve waited long enough.

You grab his tie and pull him down. Crush his mouth to yours.

He groans—low and guttural—and finally snaps.

He drags you backward into the nearest empty office—the one with the blinds shut. The second the door clicks, he has you against it, mouth devouring yours. Teeth, tongue, filthy kisses.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he hisses, rutting against your thigh. He’s hard. Rock hard. And needy.

“I think I do,” you pant. “You look at me like you want to crawl inside.”

He growls. Fucking growls. One hand hikes up your skirt while the other fumbles open his belt. There’s nothing graceful about it. You’re both frantic, breathless.

“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?” he pants against your neck. “Let me fuck you here? Up against this door? Anyone could walk in—Hotch could walk in—”

“Do it,” you whisper, dizzy. “Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”

And that’s all it takes.

He doesn’t bother with your panties. Just pushes them aside, runs two fingers down your slit, curses under his breath.

“So wet,” he gasps. “Jesus—did I do this?”

“Yes,” you moan. “Every look. Every fucking nerdy fact out of your mouth.”

He hisses and lines up, presses in—and god, he’s thick. You claw at his shoulders as he inches inside, slow and deep.

“Oh my God, Spencer—”

“Say that again,” he groans. “Say my name like that.”

“Spencer,” you gasp again. “Harder.”

And he snaps.

He fucks you like he’s unraveling. Like every second of restraint he’s ever had is gone. One hand grips your throat, not tight—just there. Possessive. The other wraps around your waist, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

“Been thinking about this,” he rasps. “Every fucking night. What you’d sound like. What you’d feel like. What face you'd make when I split you open.”

You moan, loud, and his hand flies over your mouth.

“Shhh,” he pants, eyes wild. “They’ll hear you—”

“No one’s here,” you whimper against his palm.

“You don’t know that,” he growls, slamming into you. “You want someone to catch us? You want someone to know how desperate you are for me?”

You come undone.

Your whole body spasms around him. You shake, bite down on his hand, and cry out as heat floods through your veins.

Spencer loses it. He shudders, curses, and spills inside you with a broken, filthy moan. His forehead drops to your shoulder. He’s shaking.

You both are.

When he finally pulls back, he watches his cum drip down your thigh with a possessive, almost worshipful stare.

Then—he kneels.

“Spencer—” you start, but he silences you with a look.

His tongue licks up the mess, slow, purposeful—like he’s cleaning what’s his.

You gasp, shaking.

He stands and kisses you. Lets you taste it.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, dark and reverent. “And I’m never pretending I don’t want you again.”

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

You do know that fornication with cybertronians, regardless of faction is impossible as they would crush us due to their sheer sieze and weight, right? It would also be considered immoral and beastiality if we are talking about the predacons for example.

Y'know, I was originally just going to dunk on you for unironically using the word Fornicate in the year of our Lord Primus 2025, but this seems to a genuine, good-faith argument you've constructed here and to leave it at a joke would be flippant on my part, and I hold myself to a higher standard than that. So! Allow me to counter these points one by one.

While in reality, yes, the likelihood of death or injury from letting a 20-foot robot that weighs as much as a truck rail you full force would probably be pretty high, the nice thing about fiction and fantasy is that it doesn't really need to be grounded in reality. And even if you can't entirely suspend your disbelief on that level, there are still workarounds.

For example, not every transformer has all the mass of a semi truck. Their sizes have quite a bit more variation than you might be anticipating. Animated Prowl is only like 10 feet tall, 12 tops, and a smaller motorcycle only weighs around 350-400 pounds, which really isn't all that crazy. You look at G1 Rumble and Frenzy, and they're hardly taller than the humans. And then you look at the Beast Wars cast and some of the Maximal are straight up shorter than I am. Rattrap is like 4 foot nothin'.

Now, I know what you're thinking. We certainly do not limit ourselves to lusting over the smaller bots here on cybertron-smash-or-pass dot tumblr dot edu, so what gives? Well, my dear, we've found a reasonable canon excuse to bring the very big very heavy robots down to a more manageable and less hazardous size through the magic of ✨mass displacement✨. Basically, if Soundwave can scale down into an itty bitty cassette player that can easily be picked up like it weighs nothing, there's really no reason a 30-foot robot as heavy as a jet couldn't scale down into a smaller, human-ish-sized robot. They have the technology.

Now say someone doesn't really want to make their fictional robot boyfriend smaller. Maybe the insane overall size is part of the appeal, but they still can't get over the thought of whatever they're packing being way too big to avoid injury. While Cybertronians are typically humanoid, their junk doesn't really have to be in perfect proportion with a human's. No rule that says you can't scale it down enough to fit! But then, maybe they can work with the equipment being comically big, but they can't get over the idea of being crushed. Easy solution, human can't get crushed if they're on top!

Maybe they can't picture the spike fitting at all, and scaling it down just looks a little too silly, but they're still attracted to a big ol' robot. At that point, the best workaround I can give is just sticking with picturing non-penetrative sex. Not like there's only one way to do it, and nobody can stop you from imagining Optimus prime having at it between your thighs, or scissoring with Megatron <3

Now as for whether some of it is immoral, I don't really think banging a Predacon would be wrong? Whether we're talking about the beast wars preds or the tfp preds, they're all treated as adults with human-level intelligence, so they'd be able to give consent, unlike earth animals. Sex with Optimus Primal is really a lot closer to bangin' a guy in a gorilla suit at a costume party than hopping into an actual gorilla enclosure and bending over. While an argument could be made about the tfp predacons being technically very young, and it'd be perfectly valid to be uncomfortable sexualizing them with that in mind, not everyone is going to interpret them as being immature since it seems they start off in that continuity generally having their shit together and knowing enough as to not be easily taken advantage of.

So with all that said, I hope you at least have a clearer picture of how the mind of a robotfucker operates!!

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Thirty-Two ~

-Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“You sure do have a big appetite today, Suga.” Ashai points out.

“Oh? I’ve got work to do, so I need to be sure I eat enough.” Suga replies, which earns knowing looks from Asahi and Daichi.

-Karasuno General Sports Park, Dormitory-

“So! In two days, we’re supposed to have a showdown with the legendary Karasuno High School, right? Now, the big question I have about our (supposedly) fated rivals is… do they or don’t they have a hot chick for a manager?! I bet one Haagen-Dazs that they don’t have one!!” A boy with a blonde mohawk says.

“Aww! I think it would be cool if they had one, so I’ll bet one Haagen-Dazs that they do!” A boy with brown hair that is spiked upwards replies.

“I’ll bet one too!” A boy with jet-black hair adds.

“Whaaa?! Don’t you two have any brains?! We don’t have a hot chick manager, so they shouldn’t either! The only way I’ll forgive them if they do is if she’s as hairy and ugly as a gorilla! But on the teen-tiny off chance that they have a super-hot, gorgeous supermodel of a manager, I won’t forgive them for the rest of my life!!”

‘He’s crying…’ The other two boys think.

“You’d better be ready, Karasuno!! I’ll make you pay!!” The boy yells out the window.

“Shut up, Yamamoto!!” Kuroo scolds the boy with the blonde mohawk.

“Hey, Kenma! What do you think?” Yamamoto asks.

“Meh? Don't really care either way.”

“Eeh! I figured you’d say that.”

“Still…I’m kinda looking forward to it. Our game with Karasuno.”

“?!” Everyone looks at Kenma surprised except Kuroo.

“What?! Mr. No-Enthusiasm-For-Anything himself is looking forward to a game?!” Yamamoto asks.

“Yamamoto, if you have this much energy left, do you want me to give you extra laps?” Kuroo asks.

“Urk! My bad…”

-The Next Day, With Karasuno-

“Okay!” Ukai begins. “This will be our starting lineup for the game against Nekoma.” He says referring to the boys on the court.

-Daichi(Wing Spiker) Hinata(Middle Blocker) Tanaka(Wing Spiker),

Asahi(Wing Spiker) Tsukishima(Middle Blocker) Nishinoya(Libero)

You look at the boys on the sideline. Yamaguchi looks sad, Suga is trying to look unbothered but you can see through it, and the remaining three second years don’t look surprised. You want to encourage the five of them but Ukai continues speaking.

“I know most of you have only just met, so I’m not expecting you to be in sync right off the bat. I hear there was even some kind of trouble between you guys before I got here.” He glances at Asahi and Noya. “Anyway! Just because we have a talented libero now…and our Ace is back…doesn’t mean we’re going to go out and start winning everything. The team that wins…is the one that stays connected the longest. How well you guys pull that off…will determined in the Crows vs. Cats game.”

“Yes, Coach!” Everyone calls out.

“Just getting the chance to practice a real game was no easy feat.” Ukai begins and points to Takeda. “Be sure to thank your advisor for all his hard work.”

“?! W-Wha?! N-No, I haven’t…” Takeda stutters.

“Thank you very much!!” Everyone says before they start cleaning.

Asahi is standing and watching Tanaka and Ennoshita talk as they sweep. Noya is behind him.

“Asahi-san!” Noya says, causing the Ace to jump.

“Yeah…?” Asahi responds hesitantly as he looks behind him at Noya.

“...” Noya looks at him. “Never mind Suga… you’d better not be feeling sorry for Ennoshita too.”

“ULG!”

“Wha?!” Ennoshita responds having heard Noya.

“This isn’t a game of nicey-nice, y’know!” Noya starts. “The best player gets to be out on the court! Period! That’s the way it goes!”

“Noya…Let’s just drop it…” You say, trying to avoid another big fight.

“Um…” Asahi looks at Ennoshita.

“W-Well…” Ennoshita begins. “To be honest…It isn’t as if I’ve been giving my all to the club this entire time either.”

“Huh?” You say quietly.

“I did run away that one time. So um…”

“??” You, Hinata, and Kageyama look at Ennoshita in confusion.

“When you get stronger and better than Asahi-san, then you’ll get to steal that starting spot from him fair and square!” Noya declares. “Right, Chikara?”

“Huh?!” Ennoshita stiffens. “W-Wait, I didn’t say that—”

“Oh yeah. That’s right. If anybody’s gonna lose their spot to you, it’s gonna be Ryuu.”

“?! W-What?! Y-You’re on, punk!” Tanaka yells. “B-Bring it on, bruh!! I can take you!”

“Nishinoya, please stop that…” Ennoshita says, shoving his hand in Noya’s face.

-After Dinner-

Hinata and Kageyama enter the room.

“Aah, that was good. I’m stuffed–GAH!!” Hinata says before seeing what’s going on in the room. “The second years are setting everything up!”

“We’ll do that for you.” Kageyama says as he and Hinata rush over to the second years. Hinata grabs the blankets and pillows from Ennoshita.

“Huh? No, that’s okay!”

“Is everything okay in here?” You ask as you stand in the doorway.

“(Y/N)?” Ennoshita looks at you. “Yeah. Everything is fine.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure.” You say. You notice that they are setting up the futons. “Here, let me help you guys.”

“Oh! I-It’s okay, (Y/N). We got it.” Ennoshita says.

“It wasn’t a question.” You smirk. You’re straightening out the futon when Hinata speaks.

“Um, Ennoshita-san…?” The second year looks at him. “I kinda overheard you talking to Asahi-san and Noya-san earlier…”

“You did? So you heard the part about how we ran away, huh.” Ennoshita says embarrassed. “Last year…You heard that Coach Ukai came back for a short while, right?” He asks. “The older one. Not the Coach we have now.” He clarifies.

“Yeah.” You, Hinata, and Kageyama say.

“Well…And this is going to sound really pathetic, but…there were a handful of us who just couldn’t handle practices anymore.” You, Hinata, and Kageyama sit down with you in the middle. “Our captain was an easygoing guy, and we all took advantage of that. But when Coach Ukai arrived, what used to be a just-for-fun club suddenly turned into a serious, in-it-to-win-it team.”

“For those of us who’d gotten comfortable with the old way, it was a shock, to say the least. So…we ran away.” Narita added.

“Soon we all started to miss the game, and we came back. But by that point, Coach Ukai had left again.” Ennoshita explained. You remember Keishin telling you about his gramps collapsing and ending up in the hospital.

“The team has never been all that big. So when we came back, Sugawara-san turned a blind eye to what we did and let us rejoin.” Narita says.

“We’re all pretty pathetic for second years…” Ennoshita says. “But since we’re here, we’re going to work hard and do our best not to let you rookies get ahead of us. So, um…we’re going to try and give you a run for those starting spots fair and square. Okay?”

“Yessir!” Hinata and Kageyama say.

Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita get their bath stuff and start heading toward the bath. You stop them out in the hall.

“Wait up!” You shout at them. They stop and turn to look at you.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Ennoshtia asks.

“I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m really happy you guys came back to the team.” They look at you shocked. “I know how hard of a decision it is to come back. I won’t go into details but I left volleyball for a bit and getting up the nerve to come back was tough. But I’m glad I did.” You finish with a smile. The boys are shocked and are unable to find the words to say. The four of you stand there not saying anything until it becomes awkward. “Well…” You begin, breaking the awkward silence. “...I’m going to go say bye to Hinata and Kageyama. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You say as you turn and head back to the room where the two first years are.

“(Y/N)!” Ennoshita exclaims.

“?” You look back at the boys.

“Thank you!” All three say as they bow.

“!!” You’re shocked until a smile spreads across your face. “I meant what I said.” You say before continuing to your destination. You’re about to go into the room when you hear Kageyama ask Hinata a question.

“What’re you staring off into nothing for?”

“...It’s kinda obvious…that not everybody on the team will get to play in a game. But…everybody’s working really hard in hopes of getting called on to start.”

“...”

“The only reason that I get to play is cuz you’re setting. I hate to say it, but there’s no way I would’ve gotten this spot on my own.”

“...”

Hinata quickly stands up, startling Kageayma. Hinata starts screaming and running.

“?! Where are you going?!” Kageyama yells.

“To take a bath! And then I’m gonna go to sleep! And get up even earlier tomorrow morning!!”

“!!” Kageyama starts running after him.

“...” You stand in the doorway as they run past you, not even noticing you.

“Hey!! Dang it, no fair!! You got a head start!!” Kageyama yells as he runs past Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

“I can understand early practice…but why race to the baths? That’s stupid.” Tsukishima questions with a look of disgust as he watches the two of them race.

“Ugh. Just watching them makes me tired.” Yamaguchi says before yawning.

“Hey guys!” You say getting Tsukishima and Yamaguchi’s attention.

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Yamaguchi replies as Tsukishima just looks at you. “What’re you still doing here?”

“I was finishing a few chores and then listened to a story about the second years. I talked to them and then went to say goodbye to Hinata and Kageyama but they raced off to the baths.” You explain. “So, what are you guys up to?”

“Getting ready to bead to the baths, obviously.” Tsukishima remarks. You roll your eyes at him.

“Are you guys excited to go up against Nekoma?” You ask.

“It’s just a practice game.” Tsukishima replies.

“Well, I’m excited!” Yamaguchi says happily. You smile at him. 

“I know you guys will do great. I believe in you guys.” You smile. Yamaguchi blushes and Tsukishima’s ears turn the slightest bit pinker. “Well, I better let you guys get on your way. Don’t want the other two to use all the hot water.” You say as you begin to walk away. “See ya guys tomorrow!” You wave.

~To Be Continued~

[celestialiron]

Echoes of Courage: Chapter 6

Hi all! Hope everyone is having a great weekend! Here's the next chapter & I finally caught up in both here & AO3! So now, expect a little more updates on the weekends finally!

Summary: Ruh-roh, so much happening!

(Prologue: Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 - Ch.5 - Current)

Gasping, they all turned towards the trees, Raph pulling Mikey towards them, looking up to the person in the trees. There, sitting casually while throwing up and down a small dagger, was a fennec fox yokai who wore casual gear, almost similar to the Foot Clan’s uniforms, with what looked to be shoes similar to soccer shoes, but sharper. Looking down, the yokai smirked at them, apparently not feeling threatened by the brothers at all. “Cool your jets, boys. Just coming here to have a little chat with you all.” “Really? Then why are you carrying a dagger around in trees?” Donnie questioned, not trusting anything this guy had to say. Looking at his dagger, giving him a smirk in return while stepping down from the tree, putting it away, “fair enough, I will give you that much. As I was saying-” “you were about to explain what the hell you think you’re doing here. What, you think joining the Foot Clan is going to get you anywhere pal?” Leo interjected, clearly getting straight to the point. Before they could keep questioning the mysterious yokai, he started laughing. “I’m sorry, who? Never heard of this group, they sound like fucking pansies.” Shocked by that statement alone, the guys really weren’t sure what his business was with them then. “If you’re not with them, then who are you? And why are you looking for us?” Raph asked, not liking where any of this was going. “I’m so glad you asked! See, one thing is for sure, I work for a better group. Let’s just clear that right away,” the mysterious fox said, while turning around, letting the guys see what was on his uniform, which looked to be a symbol of a fox, one of the eyes stitched off, with spears around it. “Secondly, none of you are threatening.” Getting closer to the tree, he started carving something. Whatever it was couldn’t be good for any of them. “And thirdly, I’m here to talk about the infection you saw the other day, big guy,” he turned back around, pointing at Raph’s way, hiding whatever it was he carved on the tree.

“Infection? You mean that gross glob stuff we found?” Mikey questioned. “Well, that sounds about right, good job friend!” The fox man praised sarcastically, smirking even more, getting closer to the guys once more. Noticing his movements, they all got ready to attack, not knowing what his next move would be. “What exactly do you want with it?” Leo pointed his katana at him threateningly, tired of whatever game this yokai was trying to pull on them. “Well, here’s the thing. My boss, unfortunately, works for someone else. And that someone else kind of needs that “gross glob” back to continue his research. Now, once again, you four are of no threat to me or them whatsoever. So, you have two choices. We can do this with choice one, handing it over to me and we all forget about this little incident. Choice two…” The yokai pulled out his dagger once more, suddenly mystic energy started forming around the dagger with his fingers, creating what looked to be spikes forming around it. “Which would it be boys, and trust me, I would go with the first choice.” Looking at them over, not moving an inch from their battle stance, he sighed, almost sounding disappointed. “I see. You’ve chosen death. More fun for me anyways.” The yokai shrugged before taking a stance, ready to pounce on the brothers, to end it all just for this infection substance.

Before he could move an inch, he was suddenly kicked to the side, hitting against the ground hard, his dagger sliding just a few feet away from him. Shocked by the sudden attack, the guys turned to see a shadowy figure, slowly standing straight and turning its gaze towards whoever was coming from the trees. A figure jumped down, one with a mask, hoodie up, swords crossed  behind their back, slowly getting closer while the shadow figure slowly turned to mist, going back to its owner. “Oh look, the fun has just begun. It’s been a while hasn’t it stranger?” The fennec yokai said, slowly getting up while trying to find his weapon. 

“Tafe. I thought I warned you to never return here, along with your so-called lackeys that were with you,” the figure spoke clearly, though a bit muffled behind the mask they wore. “That was about say two years ago? I thought you might’ve forgotten about little ol' us now, stranger.” Tafe spoke, with a bit of annoyance in his tone. Before anyone could react, he charged over at the stranger, readying himself to pierce through the stomach with his mystic dagger. Thinking ahead, pulling out their katanas from behind their back, a loud clang was heard, the mysterious fighter blocking the dagger from striking, pushing it back and away from them. Then it started, the back and forth of clashes between the two fighters, with Tafe slowly losing his footing, making the fighter swipe under his feet, then kicking him on the chest to the ground. With a quick flick of his wrist, behind them, what looked to be another dagger forming from his mystic powers, looking to strike the newcomer. Before they could respond, a fiery chain was seen before realizing that it was Mikey’s mystic weapon destroying Tafe’s dagger, helping out. Not too long until the rest of the brothers were also destroying the other daggers that had formed around all before it could pierce any of them. Letting the guys handle the rest of the mystic daggers, the fighter walked towards Tafe, who in turn stood up immediately, ready to strike once more, until the shadow mist returned, grabbing around his chest. They grabbed a hold of his shirt, pinning him to the tree hard, making his head hit the trunk hard enough for a concussion. 

Tafe started chuckling, almost as if in disbelief he had lost, yet again in such a short time. “Take notes boys. This is a threat like no other,” while looking up to the fighter’s eyes, had there been if the mask wouldn’t have been in the way. They scoffed, walking away while the shadows held Tafe against the tree, pointing their katana threateningly in one hand, “I won’t say it again. Leave here and forget everything about this place.” “HA! You think they wouldn’t come back for that infection?! Boss man needs it, they were only being nice in the beginning. Now it’ll get messy if he gets involved and my leader ends up joining in to return it back to the higher ups.” Tafe laughingly said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe this person would even suggest a thing like that. Piercing the katana into the ground next to him, the fighter got closer, whispering in his ears, “if any more of you decide to come, I will not hesitate to make you forget this place and bring you all back to that man .” Eyes widening just a hair, shivers running over his body, Tafe turned to look at them while the fighter walked away to grab the other katana to put away. “How do you know about him? How do you know about any of us, huh?! Answer me, bitch! ” He shouted, struggling against the tight hold from the shadow rope, frustrated at how this person, a nobody , could possibly know the people he works for. The fighter sighed, sheathing one of the katanas before turning back to face Tafe, “that is none of your concern. You should’ve heeded my warnings before, but since you’ve pulled this little stunt of yours again, I have no choice but to show you the consequences to yours and your little bosses’ actions.” 

Walking closer to him, Tafe continued struggling against the shadowy rope, trying any possibilities to get out of the predicament he put himself into. Not long after, grabbing the other katana that was by him in the ground, as quickly as they could, the fighter stabbed through Tafe’s shoulder, making sure the tip of the katana hit against the tree. Wincing in pain, a shout heard from him, Tafe glared at them, both trying to be as intimidating to each other as possible. “If you know who these people are, then you must know they won’t give up. They’ll find that fucking infection one way or another. So just wait, there will be more of us coming,” chuckling darkly, he reiterated, making sure to let whoever this person was know not to mess with him or the gang he worked for. Pulling the katana out from him, creating a shadowed portal behind Tafe to send him back to wherever he came from, they had questioned him once more. “Why are they here in the city? What purpose does that man need to bother innocent people here if there’s nothing for him?” Laughing maniacally, Tafe answered, before the portal took him back to who knows where, “let’s just say, he’s found the rest of the city where most of his men are from. And if you know him, you must know what he wants to do with them too…” He finished while laughing, making the fighter tighten their fist and punch him, knocking him out cold. 

Silent, while the portal took Tafe away, now just stood the five of them there in the park, the fighter took the time to look at what was carved on the tree that Tafe was on. Realizing what symbol was on it, they punched where the mark was, making the guys flinch away, the awkwardness becoming more unsettling. Five minutes went by, before any of them could say a word, the mysterious fighter finally spoke to them, “I thought I told you four that if these guys were ever to return, to let me handle it and to stay out of my way from them.” Surprised by that statement, also upset because how dare they say something like that to them , Leo spoke up, “whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up! First of all, you’re going to tell us how you know that guy and whoever he works for, mister or miss sword-holding copycat!” They shook their head, almost as if the brothers knew the fighter was rolling their eyes behind the mask, “Secondly, if this group is threatening New York, that’s when we step in! Now answer us!” Sighing once more, as if already having this conversation with them, the fighter went to answer most of their questions. “This group is not one to be messed with, think of whoever you fought before, but much worse. They will do anything and everything in their power to do whatever their boss does. On another note,” flicking the small amount of blood from their katana before sheathing it behind their back alongside the other one. “Just like him, it’s none of your business how I know of them and who they work for. You all just need to worry about yourselves and however way you’ll be protecting this place,” they finished before turning back around to take out the symbol that was on the tree. Scoffing, this fighter having the audacity to really say that to them, Donnie couldn’t quite understand this person’s thinking of handling such a situation as serious as this. “That “infection” or whatever it is he was explaining, said that these people will keep coming back for it. Does this mean more yokai enemies will come and harm everyone? And what does that symbol even represent to you of all people? All these years later and we still know nothing about you!” And that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried to figure out who this person was either. Any surveillance he could find, trying to get close enough for a DNA test, anything , but to no avail. This person still remained a mystery. “...It’s more than just yokai. This man recruits anyone he could get his hands on and if he’s sending people here to the city, it means his army grows and will find more to suffice his needs in any way. And this symbol…” they looked at it, not letting the brothers get another chance to glance at, “is their boss’s symbol. His way of marking territory if any of his men see it, which is why I’m going to erase it from the tree, so no one has to know .”

The symbol was of an owl, with only its eyes showing alongside curved lightning bolts representing its wings on each side.

“Wait, you can’t erase anything that’s been carved from a tree. That’s impossible!” Mikey exclaimed, just now registering what the fighter had said. The guys didn’t know what to do, needless to say. Whoever this person was or his army, was not affiliated with the Foot or any of their normal enemies for sure, but still a major threat to the city too. And yet, this mysterious fighter was giving them absolutely nothing to help them out in any way, shape, or form. Almost as if they were pushing the four brothers to the sidelines for them to handle it all. Putting their hand on the spot where the symbol still was, the dark shadows returned, only for it to brighten a bit and when sliding their hand across the tree, the symbol was gone. Getting closer, almost as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, Mikey was amazed by what they did. Not letting up once, now nervous how much more dangerous the situation had become, Raph asked once more, “if this means something more is going to happen, then what do we need to do to prevent anything happening?” Looking over their shoulder, creating a vortex portal like earlier, the fighter answered, the guys not liking their response one bit. “ Not a damn thing . This has nothing to do with you all, so I’ll say it one more time. Stay out of my way . ” With those final statements, the fighter went towards the vortex, most likely going back to wherever they had come from as well.

Once the portal dissipated away, the four just stood in the middle of the park, still facing the tree the mysterious fighter had just “erased” the symbol from. Heaving out a sigh of frustration, Raph’s hands were twitching, almost as if he wanted to punch something to let out his frustrations about the situation. Turning around to look at his brothers, Leo said, with a bit of hesitation, “look, I know it was something we all talked about before, thinking maybe things weren’t so bad with enemies and all. But with this guy, a new army to watch out for and this mysterious fighter coming back again, we have no other choice but to-” “Leo, don’t. I don’t want to have to bring in Lexi when I could just be with her, protecting her from all of this!” Raph exclaimed, not wanting to even think about the suggestion they had all thought of, but just figured everything was fine because, it would be fine in the end , right? “Raph, there’s no other way! So, we all need to put our thoughts and differences aside and call up all of them in the group chat and get them ready. So that we’re not constantly on the lookout for them too.” Leo explained, with Donnie and Mikey nodding their heads, Raph begrudgingly doing so as well, they all made their way back to the lair to start their plannings.

They were going to teach the rest of the friend group how to defend themselves from these enemies.

Over the next couple of days, with the girls agreeing to start the guys’ training, the other guys reassuring the brothers they didn’t need it as much as the girls but to join whenever they had the chance to, everyone was sort of a mess to say the least. The brothers felt they either prepared too much or too little, there was so much that needed to be said and done. Setting up the training room, Leo was nervously looking around, still feeling uneasy about what had happened the night this Tafe yokai came and dropped the biggest bomb shell like it was an everyday situation. ‘Whoever these guys are, we’re not letting them take anything or anyone from us. If they’re strong like Big Mama or The Foot or Kraang even, then we really have to prepare all of them.’ With that thought in mind, Leo was ready to start the training once the girls made their way to the lair. Hoping that at least a few of them would take notes and actually pay attention to it.

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“ALRIGHT LADIES, LET’S GET STARTED!” Shouted Mikey, ever the most excited out of the four brothers to start teaching the girls how to defend themselves. Everyone in the room flinched, with the exception of Sara who just giggled at her best friend’s excitement. Looking around, noticing one person missing, Raph questioned Izra, “hey, where’s Lexi? I thought she was joining you guys on the way here today?” Izra hesitated, seeming nervously sweating from where she stood, “uh well, you see, she told me that she told you that she wasn’t going to come today. That she was going to talk to you about um… “private training” with her… which I could’ve gone my whole life not needing to hear from her.” Shivering at the thought while Raph blushed, his entire face almost the color of his mask while his brothers snickered at his embarrassment. “Oh man, I thought we already talked about it before. I can’t with her,” groaning in annoyance, Raph wasn’t sure whether to punt his girlfriend out her apartment or take her up on her offer that she made for both of them. “Well, apparently you both didn’t, so please discuss that on your own time. I don’t gotta know all the details of my sister’s love life,” Izra said, showing clear disgust at even the mere thought of either sister’s sex lives. 

“Anywho, while that’s cleared up, just be grateful that you’re all here. You get to learn from the best of defense training! And these guys can also show you what they know too I guess,” Leo reiterated, while the other brothers just glared their way towards him, letting it slide for this one time only. Before he could boost more, Donnie interjected, “and I see that most of you are dressed for the right amount of training.” While looking over each of them, noting the difference of clothing attire each of them wore. Both Izra and Kira wore some basic gym wear of tight bermuda leggings with a loose shirt (with Izra wearing her normal armband up to her fingers) and running shoes while Sara had on some loose shorts with a tank top on and Valeria wore baggy sweatpants with a baggy long sleeve shirt with regular shoes on. Trying not to linger his stare at Kira (it wasn’t working out well for him), Donnie decided to pick on Valweia, questioning her sanity in choice of attire, “I know not everyone wears summer clothes for most reasons, but sweet Galileo, how are you even breathing right now in those clothes?!” Gasping at the sudden questioning from the brainiac himself, Valeria defended herself, “hey! I’ll have you know that it is quite common for most people to literally be wearing clothes like this all the time! I’ve also been used to this before and this whole damn lair is powered with high AC, so get over it!” 

Laughing at the small interaction, Sara cut in, excited about what the guys were going to teach them. “So what are we learning on our first day?” Sharing her excitement, Mikey answered, “it’s going to be a mix of a lot of combat training! It’s mostly some things we learned from our dad, so now we can teach you all!” Sara clapped in excitement. “But before we do that, how much do you all even know of any defense or training for a matter of fact?” Hesitating to answer Leo, not sure who should answer, Izra responded for all of them luckily, “we learned a couple of defense combat skills from home. I don’t know if this helps in any way, but the three of us were yellow belts in tae kwon do while Sara was at the point of her finals for yellow belt before putting it on pause.” Nodding slowly, all the brothers taking in what Izra just said, somehow already having a plan to improve their skills. “Well, this will be a good first couple steps into getting you guys back into defense mode again.” Saying that, walking over to the matts, center of it for everyone to hear what Leo had to say, “VAL! Come up here, this will be the perfect time to show you girls a couple basic moves before we move up into the harder ones.” Walking over to Leo, a bit confused as to why she had to go first, standing with one hand to her hip, seeming bored waiting for his next directions. With everyone now watching, he began the lesson, “so, in most cases, some people are going to try and be intimidating by threatening to punch whoever. When attempting to do that, the first thing they always go for is the punch around the stomach or face. Val, try to hit me in the stomach as hard as you can,” getting into a fighting position, as softly as possible, Valeria “punched” Leo where his stomach was. Glancing over at her, Valeria just smirked, apparently not taking this seriously. “Really? That’s how you’re going to act?” Shrugging her shoulders, she responded back, as witty as ever, “well what can I say, it’s been a while. You have to show me how it's done.” 

Standing still once more, looking almost bored again, Valeria looked over to her friends, Sara giggling while Kira and Izra rolled their eyes at their friend, knowing she wasn’t going to take any of this as seriously as the guys were. Eye twitching, his annoyance growing a little, Leo knew just how to get her to actually take the training seriously. “You know, you’re right! How dumb of me to actually start that way. Here, let me show you then,” he moved over to where she stood, looking over at the rest of the group to explain. “See, you all want to have a good strong stance so that whoever is messing with you is surprised by your defense. So if you stand like this,” Leo placed his hands on her shoulders to relax, snakily moving them down to her arms for a steady balance to land a punch, while also directly moving her hips outwards for her defense, hands keeping steady of her hips, making Valeria blush all different shades of red. “You won’t lose your balance and you have a good stance to punch the person with all your force. Got it?” Nodding her head in agreement, not trusting her voice in that moment to speak, Leo slowly let go of Valeria, but not before lingering his hands on her back before standing a couple inches back, smirking while doing so. “Thanks for being a perfect example. You can sit now,” with that said, she walked towards the rest of the group while Leo continued his explanation, with Sara nodding along, making mental notes on what to remember from today’s training while Valeria was in her own little world, her face still as red as a tomato while Kira and Izra stared at each other with knowing looks. 

After a brief explanation, came the weapon demonstration, which Donnie led full heartedly. “Now that we had a “pleasant” demonstration of basic combat, we’re going to be practicing on weapons! Now, most likely they did not teach you all about it since you’re all basically still beginner levels once more,” the girls rolled their eyes at that, continuing on listening to the training. “We’ll start with the bo-staff, since it is my specialty. There are different types of style, body shapes, and more! The more is where I could make you all weapons to your specialty once we hit enough sessions to make comparisons! Furthermore!” While they were trying to listen in on his lecture and demonstration, Valeria noticed from the corner of her eye, nudging Izra to look over towards Kira. The two looked on as Kira wrapped her arms around her knees, listening intently to Donnie’s ramblings with a huge smile on her face. Both shaking their heads while slightly grinning, they couldn’t believe that Kira still wouldn’t see how perfect the two were for each other. “So that about summarizes everything! In the meanwhile, I’ll take your arm measurements now so I can get started on making weapons for you girls, so get into a horizontal line,” all four stood next to one another, getting their arms measured for whichever weapon deemed worthy enough for Donnie and the rest of the guys. Going from each girl, Kira was the last to get measured, laying her arm out for Donnie to measure. “Hold the corner of the measuring tape for me,” Donnie requested, Kira doing so, raising her brow questionably to him, seeing as he didn’t ask the other three to do such a thing. Continuing on, he pulled the tape out, getting to measure her arm when suddenly, he had his hand on her waist, looking intently over at the numbers over her arm. Kira’s face was the shade of Raph’s bandanna from how hard she was blushing, while everyone watched on as this was happening, as he did the same with the other arm. Once he was done, Donnie then patted her shoulders twice before walking away, typing vigorously on his wrist band, while his brothers continued to just stare at him with eyes widened. 

Shaking his head and clearing his throat, Raph decided to take over, choosing to ignore what either of the twin brothers did at either moments and continue on with the training. “Alright, so now that Donnie’s got ya girls measured, let’s continue with training! Let’s get you guys paired up and start out with the basic punches like Leo was mentioning,” with that said, each was paired off, having the sisters paired off and the other two friends paired evenly. Going through the basics of punches and kicks, with Mikey around assisting Raph on the lesson, helping the girls better their form throughout the remaining time of training. Once they were done after about thirty minutes of physical training, the guys deeming the first training session done, Leo spoke up, “alright, this is just the beginning ladies! With more training sessions to go, you’ll all be good for whenever there’s danger around! Like I said, with the help from me and the rest of them,” waving his hand towards them, which earned a smack upside his head from Donnie, Leo continued while glaring at him, “you won’t have any problems with anyone. Questions?” With the girls shaking their heads no, the brothers were satisfied with the answer, ending the beginning of their training portion. 

Meanwhile Izra looked over at each of the group from the back where she stayed waiting on the girls to head out, thinking over what she had just witnessed between the twins, Valeria, and Kira. A thought to herself, alongside Leo who was on the other side of the room, standing back looking over at Valeria and the rest of them, the one thing going through both of their heads that will most likely get either of them into trouble.

‘Oh these are going to be some interesting training sessions alright…’

And that was how the rest of August went. Every other day was going over to train with the guys, learn a couple new move sets, adding weapons to the mix as time went on, talking about what to do in the face of dangers. But what also went on was the ungodly sexual tension between a few certain people during these training sessions. If it wasn’t Donnie and Kira, trying to subtly not somehow flirt with each other but also getting upset by it? (Izra will eventually have to ask Kira about that later) But then there was Valeria and Leo, who openly flirted back and forth, if it wasn’t with what they said to each other then it was the body language as if not realizing there were people in the room watching them. 

Every. Other. Day. 

And Izra had enough of it already . 

So one day towards the end of August, a beautiful Friday afternoon, the girls heading their way for training, before entering the room where the guys waited patiently, Izra pulled Kira back a bit, whispering to her. “Listen, I need you to go along with what I’m going to do today, okay?” Looking at her suspiciously, before Kira could question her, Izra interrupted, “just trust me please? You’ll understand once I do said plan, okay?” Sighing, Kira nodded her head in agreement, not really trusting what Izra was going to do, but didn’t want to look any more suspicious if the two took longer than normal. Happy that she agreed, while both ladies were making their way to sit over to watch today’s lesson, Izra smirked while staring at the scene before her. As per usual, Valeria was already up and about with Leo, looking as if they were going to do a review of what they had learned last session. Before either of them could get too far, Izra spoke up for everyone in the room to hear . “Hey Leo, you know, Kira’s been having a bit of a hard time with the last couple move sets from the last training session and she was wondering if you could help her out with it like how you do with Val?” Looking a bit shocked from the sudden request, Valeria wasn’t sure what to do or think, seeing as she assumed Kira was doing just fine without needing any help, especially from Leo’s help. Kira could’ve just asked her and not Leo, he already was use to teaching examples with her up here, what more did Kira want-

‘ Holy shit , am I okay?!’

Valeria thought, before realizing she started talking without even a second thought, “you needing help? Why haven’t you asked before?” Izra was quick to respond. “Well, you know how she can sometimes be Valé! Asking for help, especially with something like this , can get her all nervous and shy! Right Kira?” She said smugly while turning over to Kira, who was slowly getting the hint of what Izra meant by her plan. “O-oh yeah, that’s right! C’mon Val, I really want to get better at this!” “Actually, it’ll be good for us to learn it this way too, Vallie! Let Leo teach it real quick before we move on!” Sara interjected while standing next to Mikey, who also nodded in agreement with her. ‘Oh my god, it got even better and she didn’t even know it, thank you Sara!’ Thought Izra, before hearing the sound of groaning from Valeria, heard her slowly agree to the pause on the new lesson and have Kira up there with Leo. Hiding her smirk when Valeria sat next to her, Izra was beaming, hoping to finally get her friends to understand the growing feelings these two idiots had for each other before it hurt either of them.

Now Leo was a bit surprised to say the least, assuming that if Kira had any hard times with training she would’ve asked Donnie. But with how his conversations with him about Kira had been going, maybe this would be a wake up call for his idiotic twin. ‘You know what, I’ll take the chance to finally open his eyes,’ he thought, waiting for Kira to get to her stance, revisiting the last sets they worked on a couple days back. “Now remind me again, what was the one that had you most trouble, Kiki?” Surprised by the sudden use of her nickname, Kira hesitantly responded, as best she could, to pick the move set she “had trouble” with, “it was the one with the back step kick, where my foot and leg placement should be during it.” ‘Perfect.’ “Awesome! It did look like it was a bit tricky for you, but worry not! Neon Leon is here to help!” Trying so very hard not to smirk, Leo began the instructions for the specific move set, trying to be as slow and detail as possible, not knowing it was also making Izra smirk too, beaming at the perfect moment to see Valeria crack, even if it was just a bit, she would get to call her out on it too. Unbeknownst to anyone else (minus Leo, who had a feeling how he would be feeling), Donnie stood there, shocked by the sudden change, but not liking where any of this was going, clenching a bit tighter onto his bo-staff.

“Alright, show me the move set and I’ll help with wherever you get stuck in, got it?” Nodding her head in agreement, Kira started her fighting stance, slowly getting in the few punches before attempting to try a roundhouse kick, looking a bit embarrassed from how bad the form was. ‘Oh god, you better know what you’re doing here Izzie!’ Kira thought, hoping this whole interaction would end as soon as it started. Looking over, Leo made his way over to Kira, “well yeah, I can see where you’re getting stuck. So from this point,” Leo stood in front of Kira, with purpose, placed his hands on her shoulders, getting her to relax while fixing her stance as well. Noticing where his hands are, Valeria tightened her hands into balls, feeling tense, not liking where any of this was going. ‘This is fine, he’s only teaching her, that’s all. Yeah! Just keep telling yourself that Valeria, it’ll be over before you know it…’ She thought, trying to shake off all of these new feelings she had, not noticing Izra staring at her tensed muscles and hands, knowing that she was slowly growing to be jealous of their friend up there with Leo. Looking back, Leo was still explaining to Kira, but now getting more handsy with her. 

All hell broke loose when Kira made her attempt to kick, Leo held her leg, showing what the position should be in for the kick, going straight up, resting one of his hands on her thighs , while the other one was holding her waist in that position longer than necessary.

“ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT! KIRA. IZRA. KITCHEN. NOW.” 

“LEO. HALLWAY. NOW”

The five of them left the room, going into the rooms they were demanded to be in, leaving Raph, Mikey, and Sara looking at the now empty training room, confused as ever. “What just happened?!” Sara asked. Sighing, Raph turned to the two youngest, having a feeling what the idiotic twins were discussing, ���I’m not sure, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough session today.”

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Meanwhile in the kitchen, the three girls were having a very heated conversation about what had just happened. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” 

“ME?! What are you getting so mad about? It’s just another day of training!”

“Valé, why are you making such a big deal about this? I thought you didn’t have feelings for Leo or anyone to be exact? ESPECIALLY since you’re sleeping around with this guy you’ve been seeing!” Izra said, knowing that was her breaking point, but not expecting Donnie to react the way he did too. “No no, no, you’re the one that started this! What was your reason for acting that way?!” “Dude, why are you acting like you and Leo are dating when you both clearly are not, as you both like to argue against,” rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, growing tired of the backlash that’s coming from Valeria right now. Scoffing at the accusation, Valeria continued to argue back, at this point speaking nonsense, “one, I don’t need to have a reason, you’re right, I DO HAVE THIS GUY I”M SLEEPING WITH! AND SECONDLY THERE’S NO AMOUNT OF FEELINGS I HAVE FOR LEO SO GET THAT THROUGH BOTH OF YOUR THICK SKULLS RIGHT NOW! I mean c’mon, Leo and I have nothing in common!” Screeching still, Valeria continued to list a random number of things that her and Leo “don’t have anything in common” and “isn’t the right one” and “we’re just friends, end of story” sort of deal.

Y’know, the things a person says when they’re in denial of their feelings .

Putting a stop to her annoying rambling, Izra interrupted, saving all of them from a headache. “Listen, I know what I see and what I see is YOU trying to deny whatever it is you’re seeing for the first time in a long while. Now why is it so hard for you to understand that!” With that said, eyes widening in shock, Valeria had no idea how to answer Izra. ‘Yeah, why am I fighting it? It’s not that big a deal, so why am I getting so worked up for? Do I really…’ Before she could finish the thought, Sara came in. “They’re wondering if you’re all still up for today? I don’t mind staying, but if you guys don’t want that, I’ll just let them know.” Heaving out a sigh, Kira made the decision for them, “if you want to stay, you can Sara. I think we’re all going to head out for the day. Is that fine with you both?” Turning over to look at Izra and Valeria, they both nodded in agreement, no longer feeling the need to speak any more than earlier. Noticing a bit of tension, saying their goodbyes, Sara made her way out the kitchen and back to the training room to let the brothers know they were leaving. 

With Sara out of the room, Kira turned back towards the two again, wanting to end the tension between all. “Okay, I’ll go first. Val, I’m sorry for what happened back there. Sure, maybe at first I wasn’t too entirely sure what was happening, but once I did get the feeling of what was up, I knew you were feeling some type of way with it. I knew I shouldn’t have volunteered, but for once, open your eyes and listen to us . We worry about you sometimes,” she finished, hoping that something will open her eyes to the denial she was going through. “I don’t have any regrets of what I did, but I am sorry for how it was executed. I forgot how Leo can be and same way with Donnie, Kira. I’m sorry for that too. I wasn’t expecting a reaction out of him too,” Izra stated, saying her final peace about the whole situation. Waiting to hear from Valeria, they looked towards her way, noticing how quiet she suddenly was. 

‘I have…… So much to think about.’

“...I’m sorry for freaking out… I don’t know what came over me…”

A bit scared by the answer, before either of them could say anymore, Valeria turned towards the exit, looking over her shoulder, “please tell them I’m sorry for not staying. I need to be alone for a while, please…” Turning back, she left the room and was heading back to her apartment. Looking at each other worriedly, Kira and Izra were making their way towards the exit too, not looking forward to the conversations at hand with each other.

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(Next: Ch.7)

[blankticket]

how do you feel about your (not twin) double? the long you.

+ Anonymous asked: How do you feel about the other Vash?

"Oh, you mean Vash? He's cool!" Said with a loving grin and a bubbly tone; that hasn't changed. "Real cool. Gettin' to know him from day one, I've always felt reassured just t'see Vash around. What with the whole, um—" (His black-gloved hand mimes his predecessor's signature hairstyle, fingers waggling for the spikes) "—Schtick of bein' living breathing proof he's always stood back up, no matter what it's cost him.

"He's nice. Badass. Shows everyone up at the range (seriously, I don't think he knows how t'hold back with me), knows how to arrange a fine bouquet blindfolded, dedicated to everyone he loves—n'he loves a lot of people. He loves life, s'obvious to anyone who sticks around him for a minute. Can sympathize with that a lot—ain't that funny?

"Permanently others-first, that's an easy bet. Good listener. Solid caretaker. Compassionate. Not afraid to go after what he wants. There's lots about him that I look up to, you know? Plus, his coat made me feel so much cooler just from tryin' it on!" Cue overdone mischievous laughter that quickly peters out into the sheepish kind.

Quieter: "Maybe I mess around with the guy too much. We don't, um, actually get too many moments to talk, but I can't help but notice the way Vash always gets all grouchy when I'm ribbing him. I feel like… I sorta. Owe it, to him… To make him smile?"

Thinking it aloud prompts the younger copycat to tuck his knees against his chest, needing a few moments to gather his thoughts.

"It's the least I could do." This claim of effort, yet how many real smiles had he actually seen from Vash? "He's had to put up with a lot from me besides just the teasing. And Vash makes me think on how lucky I am, even if I tend to waste that. He's always trying t'save me, and I'm always trying t'save him, but we both…"

His power to heal proved useless in saving either of them in the Mists. And in Fibonacci he had seen it, just for a moment; the way his blood stained Vash. Then, when they both resurrected, Vash had told this younger copy that he had very much accepted his impending death. Not long after, he'd heard his predecessor's soul give out in Archimedes. Somehow Vash had still offered to take care of him, even after being murdered by him.

"I've never been dead-sure how he feels about me, but by now he's got every right to quit me, I think. Is it weird I sorta want him to?" He's really only brought Vash more pain to suffer, more burden to bear. "Sometimes I wonder if just lookin' at me makes him relive the bad, n'if he feels he can't do anything but watch as I make even worse mistakes. He's tired. I've seen it in his eyes.

"Well. I'd be disappointed in me, too." Vash smiles. It hasn't gone past this cheery let-down how even their extreme manifestation of Plant powers had sharply contrasted the other, visually—Vash with his protective angelic feathers, and this echo with some jet-black, twisted, incomplete monstrosity that hardly counted as a wing.

"Regret bein' so troublesome t'him. Saying things that I know cut him deep, even if he never told me. Hope he knows I never really meant it. Hurting him, I mean.

"…I just want him to live. "Glad this place gives him the chance for that."

[noblesixofhalo]

Fallout Bebop Chapter 3.

I really wished that I was able to get out the next chapter on AO3 but sadly it probably won't be until late Sunday or Monday since I'll be gone on Saturday and into Sunday morning. Who knows, maybe I'll pull a hail mary and get something out by tomorrow night. Any here's the next part.

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*Goodsprings, Mojave Desert, late spring 2271*

After the short walk from the Bebop to the town of Goodsprings and after a hearing Faye and Spike argue over stupid petty shit, the three human being disasters arrived at the town to begin asking questions around about the whereabouts of Marcos the killer ghoul.

"Really Jet, a saloon?" "How fucking cliched can you get?"

"Shut up and start asking around."

Jet grumbled at Faye as they arrived a saloon known in the prewar era as the Prospector Saloon. Much to Spikes chagrin, a large dog began barking before he was quieted down by the owner.

"Cheyenne, that's enough. Sorry about that, she won't attack unless you give me a reason to."

A young woman chuckled as she ordered the large Australian Cattle Dog who had heterochromia, a condition in which an animal or a person has more than one eye color, away from the three would-be cowboys.

Spike muttered, "Great more animals".

"I'm sorry, I don't think we had a chance to meet, I'm Sunny. Sunny Smiles."

"Pleasure to meet you Sunny, I'm Jet Black and these two washed up degenerates are Spike Spiegel and Faye Valentine. We are here because we are pursuing a killer who has been responsible for multiple murders of settlers. His name is Marcos, a ghoul."

"I have heard of him but if you are bounty hunters working for the New California Republic, I'm sorry but I don't get involved in the politics of the NCR or any faction out here in the Mojave. The NCR only claims to care about law and order and making the roads safe but honestly that's only to protect NCR settlers, nothing against you guys."

"We don't work for the NCR, we are independent contractors you could say."

Jet said to the young woman as she glanced at the three further before continuing on.

"Well, you are more than free to look around and ask people about your killer, as for me I'm the town guard and the local trapper for this town. I mostly hunt geckos that are known to injure or kill any folks out here."

"Do you know if there are any folks out here that might know about Marcos?"

"Like I said before Mr. Black I'm only concerned for the wellbeing of Goodsprings, if you want to talk to the other residents here, by all means do whatever, I need to keep tabs on the town and one of those things is hunting wildlife that could pose a threat to the townsfolk here. If you need any supplies flag down Chet, otherwise Doc Mitchell, the local town doctor could possibly help. Good hunting."

Sunny bid the three farewell and took her dog outside closing the door behind them leaving the three now figuring out another plan in pursue of the killer ghoul. Faye huffed in slight annoyance that no leads could be made.

"Well that was a complete waste of time."

"As if you would have done any better Romani."

"Fuck off Spike, I would have so done better, ugh this sucks."

"Both of you quit whining and keep asking around, clearly Sunny doesn't know anything about our lead, but she mentioned Chet and Doc Mitchell might be able to help us so quit your arguing and keep asking around."

"Fine, Spike you go look for Chet I'll look for this Doc Mitchell guy."

"Why am I looking for him shouldn't we just stick together and work together you know, something that you suck at all the time?"

"Ugh men...."

"Women."

"I heard that!"

"Good for you!"

Spike hollered out at Faye as they continued their search for their head guy. Despite that little argument, they ended up sticking together asking one of the vendors at Goodsprings."

"If you city slickers are looking for supplies, I'm here for that."

"We're not city slickers, we're here because we were given some lead on a killer that must be brought to justice."

"Well if you're with the NCR, I'm not interested in helping ya out. We have enough problems as it is, last thing we need is some NCR hired bounty hunters causing trouble. That along with raider gangs and further out in the wastes, Caesar's Legion."

"Don't you mean "Seezures" Legion"?

"They pronounce it as "Kaizar's" Legion, I didn't invent the group so don't ask me."

"You must be Chet." Jet replied finishing up the conversation about the various factions vying for control of the Mojave Wasteland.

"Correct."

"Well Chet, my name is Jet Black, these two are Spike and Faye and I'll rest assure you and everyone here at Goodsprings that we are not part of the NCR or any of those groups in the Mojave wastes, we a private contractor and we have been tasked with hunting down a ghoul by the name of Marcos, have you heard of him?"

"Funny you ask, he was just here a few days ago, he was with a bunch of armed ghouls, no Khans or anything like that."

"Who are the Khans?" Faye asked Chet.

"Khans are tough mean sons of bitches, they mostly leave outsiders alone unless you got some chems they want. They aren't like most raiders who kill for the thrill of it, still I wouldn't fuck around with them."

"Do you know who Marcos was traveling with?"

"I'm afraid I don't know the name of the group Jet, that he was traveling with, he mostly passed by talking about 'getting vengeance against the smoothskins that did him rotten' and just carried on."

"Ugh enough talking around, where did he go?!"

"Jesus Faye, keep your shirt on, though that would be pretty hot if you...."

Whack! Faye angrily smacked Spike with the tall lanky cowboy taken a bit back from what just happened. Did she seriously smacked him in front of everyone in this strange town?

"Men are such idiots".

"He was moving north I think away from New Vegas and out away from the NCR border. I think he's going to that Ghoul sanctuary called Gecko? That's way far from here though, otherwise just keep going north. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah right here, right from my terminal."

"Yeah that's the guy you would be looking for."

"Thank you Chet." Jet said politely to the merchant. Chet responded in kind.

"If you need any supplies feel free to take a look."

"Will do thank you."

"Alright let's regroup back at the Bebop and start searching northward from here. The fact that he was in Goodsprings just recently means he couldn't have gotten too far from here."

They bid farewell to the merchant and the folks of Goodsprings and began their quick trip back to the Bebop. Along the way, they encountered giant mutated praying mantises which both were quickly dispatched with Faye of course expressing her disgust for the giant bugs. Jet rolled his eyes telling her that this is what they will encounter on Earth compared to life elsewhere in the Solar System.

See you space cowboy.

[parttimejobs-work]

Play Fun New Games Online – Free and Full of Action

If you enjoy playing games online and want something fun, fresh, and easy to get into, this is the right place. Today, we are talking about New Games you can play for free. These games are made for quick fun and long hours of entertainment. Whether you like racing, flying, fighting, or spooky themes, there’s something here for you.

Let’s talk about some cool New Games that you can start playing right now. All you need is your device, an internet connection, and a little free time.

1. Romeo Swift Racer

Romeo Swift Racer is a fast and exciting car racing game. You take control of a sports car and race on busy streets. There are lots of turns, bumps, and obstacles, so you need to stay focused. The more you race, the better your car becomes. You can earn coins and upgrade the speed, control, and look of your car.

It’s simple to play—just use the arrow keys to steer. The game is great for people who love racing and want something easy to jump into. Each race feels a little different, so it keeps things interesting.

2. Motoracer

If you prefer bikes over cars, Motoracer is a fun choice. This game puts you on a motorbike going through bumpy tracks. You ride through hills, ramps, and even loops. It’s all about balance and speed. If you go too fast, you might flip over, so you need to control your bike well.

The controls are easy to learn, and you can do cool stunts like flips in the air. Doing tricks gives you more points. This game is perfect for fans of Motorcycle games who like a bit of a challenge.

3. FighterJet

Get ready for action in the sky with FighterJet. This game lets you fly a jet and fight enemies in the air and on the ground. You’ll need to avoid enemy fire, aim carefully, and complete missions to win.

You can upgrade your jet to make it stronger. Add better weapons, increase your speed, and get better armor. Every level has more danger, so it keeps getting harder and more fun. If you like flying and shooting games, FighterJet is a great one to try.

4. Dark Knight Rider

Dark Knight Rider brings a mix of racing and action with a cool night theme. You ride a powerful bike through dark streets filled with enemies and traps. The game has a superhero feel. You’re not just racing—you’re also taking down bad guys along the way.

The game has smooth controls and interesting levels. Each stage gives you a new goal or obstacle to face. You can use special moves and tools to clear your path. It’s a good pick if you like games with action and a cool story vibe.

5. Space Battle

Step into space with Space Battle, a game that lets you command a spaceship and take part in big space fights. You’ll fly through asteroid fields, dodge enemy lasers, and shoot down enemy ships. The game has simple controls but becomes more intense as you go further.

You can collect stars and upgrade your ship’s weapons and shields. The graphics are bright and fun, and the battles are full of energy. Fans of sci-fi and space games will really enjoy this one.

6. Halloween Hooks

Halloween Hooks is a spooky but fun game that fits perfectly with the Halloween theme. You control a swinging hook and try to grab candy, pumpkins, and other treats. But watch out—there are ghosts, bats, and traps waiting to stop you.

The game is all about timing. You tap or click at the right moment to grab the best items. It’s simple and perfect for short breaks or casual play. The Halloween design gives it a fun and creepy look without being too scary.

7. Jump And Collect Coins

Jump And Collect Coins is a classic-style game where you jump around and collect as many coins as possible. You control a little character who moves through platforms, avoids spikes, and tries not to fall.

The more coins you collect, the better your score. You can unlock new levels and even new characters. It’s easy to play but challenging enough to keep you coming back. If you like games like Mario or old-school platformers, you’ll love this one.

Why These Games Are Great Choices

These New Games have a few things in common that make them fun for players of all ages:

Easy to play: You don’t need to read long instructions or download anything.

Fast and fun: You can start playing right away and enjoy quick game rounds.

Different styles: There’s racing, flying, collecting, and more—so you won’t get bored.

Free online access: All these games are available on your site for free.

When people look for New Games, they want something fun, fresh, and easy to try. These seven games give a good mix of different types, from simple clicking games to action-packed battles.

Game Tips for New Players

Here are some quick tips to help you do better in each game:

In racing games: Always keep your eyes ahead. Slow down before sharp turns.

In fighter and action games: Upgrade your weapons early and keep moving to avoid hits.

In casual and collecting games: Timing matters. Learn the pattern of movement and go for the best items.

You don’t need to be a gaming expert to enjoy these games. Just give them a try and have fun.

Final Words

There’s no better way to relax than playing some fun New Games. Whether you're in the mood for speed, action, or something silly and fun, these free online games are perfect for any time of day. With easy controls and exciting gameplay, you’ll always have something new to enjoy.

[ask-mister-mystery]

Part 2 of drabble for @hexarcana !

He’s awake, his eyes seem to be closed still. He can sense people around him.

“Is he dead?”

“You can see he’s breathing Spike.”

“Oh yeah. Whaddya want to do with him?”

“Find out where he got that vault-suit. If there’s vaulties about, we need to tell the others. Vault women make the best slaves I heard. They’re pure y’know? Untouched.” The man’s voice is wet, as though he’s salivating at the thought.

“Then what?”

“I don’t know. Kill him probably. Take that sweet Pip-Boy from him, that’s probably worth a few caps.”

“Yeah but we don’t gots guns Clyde…”

“You got no ambition Spike. Remember what ma always said?”

“The Jet will make you jittery?”

The sound of a slap.

“Dumbass. Where there’s a weapon, there’s a way.”

Stan feels a sharp poke in the ribs and opens his eyes. The sun blinds him briefly as his eyes adjust. It’s still bright out, but a few hours must have passed.

“Rise and shine vaultie.” said the person who must be called Clyde. He was smaller than Stan, but you could tell he was sinewy, all muscle beneath his outfit. He seems to be wearing the same strange get up that some of the outside traders wore, all leather elbow and knee pads and chest pieces. He wields a baseball bat with a few rusty nails poking out the end. His accomplice (brother?) Spike seems to live up to his name by dint of his haircut, a spiked Mohican do. He’s slightly taller than Stan but seems less steady on his feet. He looked like he might be drunk, or under the influence of something. There’s no muscle on his frame unlike his partner, just a pudgy face with a dopey expression. He’s armed with a rusty meat cleaver.

“No sudden moves okay?” Clyde said with a nasty smile. He jabs Stan again with the business end of his bat and gestures for him to stand up and move away from the carhenge, to the other side of the extinguished camp fire.

“What do you want with me?” Stan said, already knowing the answer. Maybe he could talk his way out of this. Maybe.

“Oh, uh… nothin…” Clyde said, a wicked grin threatening to break out on his face. “Just wondered what a young lil’ vaultie like you was doing all the way out here…You seem a long way from home.”

Stan blinks slowly at the man. He might be a young vaultie. Naive as he may be out in this unfamiliar world, he realised there wouldn’t be a clean way out of this. Maybe he could distract them and make a run for it? He could probably outrun the big guy but Clyde probably posed more of a threat. His mind raced. Maybe he should just keep him talking for now.

“I got exiled.” He says simply after an uncomfortable silence.

Clyde gives a low whistle as if in sympathy, but still maintains the smug little grin on his face.

“What does exiled mean Clyde?” Spike says slowly.

Clyde looks over at his brother.

“It means”- he looks down at Stan again. “That our new friend here done fucked up good and proper. Whatcha do vault boy? Get hooked on Buffout? Beat someone up? Knock up the Overseers daughter?”

Stan’s eyes angrily dart up from the ground to Clyde, his expression one of poorly concealed fury. He couldn’t possibly know about Aggie; it was just a lucky guess. But by that mention alone Stan had involuntarily betrayed too much to him.

“I was right?! God fuckin’ damn it!” Clyde hoots, and jabs Stan again in the chest with the business end of the baseball bat. “You vaulties sure know how to fuck each other over. In your case literal like.” He cackles again.

He takes a step toward Stan, the baseball bat at his side now, sharp end pointed into the ground like a cane.

“Well Vault Boy. Howsabout you show us where this vault of yours is? I could invite some of my friends round there and we make this a real party. Heck, I’ll even let you have your girl. After I’ve had a turn…” He claps a hand on Stan’s shoulder with another filthy cackle.

~

In the years following Stan realised there had only been maybe two or three occasions in his long life where he had let his rage fully consume him. The first time was when he had pummelled David Yearlings face into a red paste. The second was when he sank his teeth into that raiders hand clamped against his shoulder and bit his thumb clean off.

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“AHHHH! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCKIN’ WASTE THIS SACK OF SHIT SPIKE!” Clyde is screaming like a stuck pig, jumping around in pain, a geyser of blood erupting from the stump where his thumb was.

Stan hocks the thumb out from his mouth with surprising force, hitting Spike in the forehead with a wet smack.

Spike looks at the tableau enfolding before him for a brief second, before his partners screamed orders finally click. He charges towards Stan with the rusty cleaver held high, hollering a wordless battle cry.

Stan however is quicker on the draw and is also charging towards Spike at full pelt, though aiming for his chest in a running tackle. Stan’s quicker speed and rage based strength knocks the larger man back towards the carhenge. Spike staggers back, the wind knocked out of him, until he clangs heavily against the left hand car supporting the Corvega straddled on top. There’s a sickening squeal of metal.

Clyde stops hopping around for a second.

“SPIKE!”

Spike looks dumbly at his brother for an instant before the left car gives way from its position and the car on top slams into him, crushing his body like an overripe watermelon.

Clyde looks like he’s about to sink to his knees for a brief second and start wailing, before he turns back to face Stan.

“YOU. YOU FUCKIN’ VAULTIE PIECE OF SHIT. OHHHHHH I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ TEAR YOU INTO STRIPS AND FEED YOU TO THE DOGS…I….HOoOooOoo…” He starts to stagger back towards Stan but he’s obviously starting to feel light-headed because of the sudden blood loss. He walks a few more steps before he collapses to the floor, bat falling from his grasp.

Stan quickly snatches the bat from the ground and backs away a few paces.

“You…you vaulties are all the fuckin’ same.” His voice is as angry as before, but quieter.

“Think you can come out here and think the worlds all tea and cookies or whatever the fuck f-ggy ass shit you get up to down there.”

A pause.

“Me…me and Spike wouldn’t have killed you. BUT YOU HAD TO FUCKIN’ RUIN EVERYTHING!” He’s clambered back up to a sitting position.

“SPIKEEEEE!” he howls, tears starting to stream down his face.

Stan doesn’t say anything, but hacks another spitwad onto the dusty ground. His mouth still tastes like someone elses blood.

“Well what are you waiting for Vault boy?” Clyde shouts, throwing his hands above his head, which looks all the worse for the blood arcing from his stump in a parabola above his head.

“Finish me off.”

Stan finally speaks.

“What?! No- I…”-

“What vaultie? You about to say you haven’t killed anyone before? Then what do you call that?”

He gestures to the pile of viscera underneath the Corvega that was Spike.

“You’re a killer now vaultie. Better fuckin’ finish the job.”

Stan turns around, face ashen, wordlessly collecting his pack from the ground.

“Come back killer! Where you goin’?” The voice, whilst still angry has a leering, mocking tone.

Stan starts to walk away from the collapsed carhenge, not looking back.

“END ME YOU PUSSY!”

He keeps walking.

“VAULTIE COME BACK! I…I didn’t mean what I said about your girl!”

The voice is getting slightly quieter.

“I told ma I would keep him safe…I FUCKIN’ TOLD HER ON HER DEATHBED!’

It’s a long while before the voice finally retreats into the distance, masked by the wind, and even longer before the voice finally leaves the boy’s head as he continues to walk on.

[mrs-pondwater19]

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 Jet, 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.

[willinglyghoulified]

Hancock Chem Headcanons

I've been seeing a lot about Hancock lately, and other Fallout characters, that partake in The Chems TM and their reasons besides for the memes, and I would like to share my headcanons with everyone on Hancock. Since I've been writing this fanfic series with him for a few years now, I've had a ton of time to really think about the way I view his chem usage and why he does what he does.

He has high intelligence but doesn't like to get lost in his own thoughts. Not the worries, not the theories, not the what-ifs, not the nagging fears, or the way he talks down about himself. He's kinda like a case of "he had so much potential; if only he would apply himself." He doesn't want to apply himself, whether it has to do with past traumas or deep-seated fears.

Chems had other benefits besides just getting high. In my FF, he began taking chems because they were beneficial. It was his first job, delivering packages house to house in Diamond City, and Buffout helped him carry heavier packages across town. Chem use easily got out of hand. Later, spiked goods entered the mix. It's pretty believable since the player character uses chems in certain situations to get an edge. There were, of course, other people in his life that were chem users.

Because he enjoys it. And we all know that too much of something is a bad thing. But anytime I ask someone "why do you smoke? Why do you vape? Why do you smoke pot or eat edibles? Why do you drink?" I usually get a simple answer: "Because I like it and I want to," and sometimes mixed with, "to knock the stress off." Hancock is a mayor, so he probably stays a little stressed, too.

Chems make him more fun. After you've been doing something like this for a while, you tend to "not be yourself" when you haven't had your substances. People like Hancock in Goodneighbor because he, quote, "knows how to sling and shoot up like the next guy, and he doesn't put himself above them." So another reason he could be doing chems is simply because he wants to remain likable, especially since he has a low opinion of himself already.

He would do less chems if he stayed busy/distracted. I see Hancock as the kind of person that needs constant distraction, and he functions best when he's with someone that keeps his mood up. Not that he wouldn't take chems when he realizes he hasn't had any in a while; it's more like he just doesn't think about them. When you can hold him in a conversation, give him something to do to keep his hands or mind busy, or keep him laughing and engaged, he just reaches for the Jet and Mentats a lot less.

Note: Ghoulism makes you immune to a lot of things. Aging is incredibly slow, disease has no effect on you, radiation heals you, and you don't benefit from eating (e.g. Billie in the fridge). My headcanon is that it would take a lot to get Hancock high. His tolerance escalated after the ghoulification. And if he goes clean for longer than a day, any addictions he had would fall off. I imagine that this would irritate him, though. "Not as easy as it used to be," he'd say while chasing a new, crazier high.

Just some fun theories I had.

[viacursecasting]

Sonadow Scenario #64

Objection.

We need to talk.

That text spiked Sonic's adrenaline to eleven. Why he felt anxious, he wasn't sure. Shadow was with Espio now, so what more could they possibly talk about? Maybe Shadow wanted to vent. Or maybe they broke up?

Truth be told, he secretly wished they did.

His ears perked at the chime of the café door. He turned to see Shadow.

And his stupid heart fluttered.

The lifeform placed an order—coffee beans, no doubt—before he took a seat across from the hero.

"Hey, Shads."

"Hedgehog." Shadow glanced at his watch. "You're early for once. Where was this punctuality when we were dating?"

Sonic laughed nervously. "You're important—I mean, the text!" he blurted. "Your text seemed important."

"Well," Shadow confessed, "I do have something important to ask you." He reached into his quills and pulled out a small jewelry box.

Sonic's eyes widened as his heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage and flop all over the table. Holy shit, is he—!?

"Will you"—Shadow opened the box—"be my best man?"

"Of course I—wait, what?" Sonic took a closer look at the box's contents. Inside was a pair of luxurious golden cuff links studded with dazzling emeralds.

Sonic's brain seemed to malfunction as he then spotted the golden band around the agent's left ring finger. Slowly he connected the dots, feeling a pang in his chest. "You're... engaged?"

Shadow held up his hand for a better view, gazing at the ring fondly. "He proposed yesterday by the Ferris wheel with a bouquet of lavender." He tinted slightly. "It was quite romantic."

"It... sure sounds like it." Sonic mustered a toothy smile, trying desperately to hide the defeat in his voice.

Shadow returned to the question. "So what do you say, will you be my best man?"

Sonic accepted the gift, wishing these were different circumstances. "Anything for you."

~

It was a gorgeous day in June. All of Shadow's meticulous planning for the outdoor ceremony paid off. Rows of ivory chairs, draped with lavender ribbons to match the purple flower arrangements, were arranged perfectly upon the grass in front of an elegant floral archway. Guests from all over got a stunning view of a sparkling lake against a majestic mountain range for the couple's backdrop.

Nature was beautiful, but by the time the wedding march played, all eyes were on Shadow, who donned an immaculate jet black suit and a crimson silk cravat. He walked with Rouge on his arm down the aisle, which was strewn with petals tossed by Cream.

The bat handed the groom off to Espio, beaming under the archway as sunlight reflected off his golden horn divinely.

Knuckles instructed the couple to hold hands as he began his officiant speech. He cleared his throat before projecting his strong voice, filling the sweet summer air. "We are gathered here today..."

Though Sonic was by Shadow's side, he felt so far away. Words sounded distant. He couldn't feel his fingers around his bouquet. It pained him to be within Shadow's reach yet out of it at the same time.

Sonic recalled all the movies where people would object at a wedding. Should he...?

No. Shadow would kill him.

But he was already dying.

The more the echidna talked, the more Sonic realized time was running out. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out all logic.

It was time to speak with his heart.

Knuckles' voice broke through his foggy mind. "If there's anybody here today that objects to this wedding, speak now or forever—"

Sonic took a deep inhale. "I—"

"I OBJECT!"

Sonic blinked, turning toward the source. Standing boldly among the sea of gasps and murmurs was a silvery hedgehog who looked like he had many sleepless nights.

Espio's citrine eyes widened. "Silver?"

"I can't let you marry him, Espio!" Silver cried. "I..." He clenched his fists to gather his resolve. "I love you!"

The chameleon's breath hitched.

With a tiny crack in his voice, Silver continued, "I've always loved you. Ever since we saved all those chao together, I knew you had a heart of gold."

His expression was full of remorse. "I'm sorry my time traveling tore us apart. During my travels I realized I don't care what timeline I'm in. None of them matter." He swallowed. "Not without you."

Speechless, Espio couldn't help but flush. He glanced at the lifeform, almost as if to ask for permission to go.

Shadow seemed to understand. After all, that longing look the chameleon had for another...

He couldn't help but be reminded of himself.

He nodded once, releasing his grip. Espio smiled in gratitude, giving the lifeform's knuckles one last kiss before retreating to the psychokinetic, who carried him out of sight in the embrace of a teal aura.

The agent stepped off the platform wordlessly, leaving Knuckles to stammer an apology to the restless crowd.

Shadow headed into the forest. It was starting to sink in that he was just abandoned at the altar. Holding back tears, he wanted to get away from it all, to forget everybody and everything, to forget today ever happened.

Hell, to forget his entire existence.

Familiar footsteps trod within earshot. "Shadow! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Shadow muttered, refusing to look at the cobalt hero. "Have you come to gloat about how much of a fool I am?"

"What? No," Sonic replied. "I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"Well, I'm fine," Shadow reiterated. "You can go away now."

Sonic steeled his fists. "I understand you're upset and you're just taking it out on me—"

"Why didn't you object!?" Shadow exploded, whirling around to face him.

Sonic blinked at Shadow's outburst, blushing furiously. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Shadow sneered. "Aren't you still madly in love with me, even though you called it off?"

Sonic scoffed. "I wouldn't say madly—"

"But you admit it, don't you?" Shadow pressed. "You still love me."

Sonic growled. "Of course I do, you idiot!" Hot tears formed at the corners of his eyes. "It killed me seeing you with someone else. But I couldn't do anything about it because I was stupid enough to end things. Happy?"

Shadow was still skeptical. "So all that talk about someone using me against you, about loved ones getting hurt—is that all bullshit now?"

"The thought of you getting hurt still pains me," Sonic admitted, clutching his chest. "But as I stood there watching you get taken away, I realized something." He took Shadow's hand in both of his, emeralds locking with rubies.

Sonic continued, "The most painful thing... was letting you go." He took a deep breath.

Then, he got down on one knee.

Shadow's pupils constricted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Tying my shoe." Sonic's tone dripped with sarcasm. He didn't even have laces. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Shadow reddened, still in disbelief. "You... You're not—"

Sonic clutched Shadow's hand tighter to shut him up. "Shadow... will you marry me?"

Those words... Shadow had reoccurring fantasies of Sonic uttering them, yet he was still unprepared for the real thing. After spending so much time trying to get over the breakup, trying to fill the void in his chest with someone else, trying to forget about the hero's loving caresses and whispers... His mind was conflicted.

But his heart was made up.

Shadow yanked Sonic to his feet, kissing him deeply, passionately, as if to make up for lost time. The familiar dance made their hearts race, made their bones ache with desire. They longed for more of each other's taste, of each other's scent, of each other's touch. Even if they melted into one entity, it would still not be enough.

Sonic broke away to catch his breath, panting with a smirk. "I dunno, Shads... Hff, hff... You're giving me mixed signals."

Shadow clutched the hero closer by his tie, on the verge of strangling him. "You damn fool..." he muttered as he closed the gap between their lips again... and again... and again...

[violetarks]

going to bed after an argument

anime: cowboy bebop

characters: spike spiegel, jet black

summary: it's time for bed and you and your lover haven't quite settled on your little fight from earlier.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, kinda of hc that spike doesnt use 'i love you' in words that much

↣ spike spiegel:

He loved sleeping. It was a time where he could worry about nothing and just let himself rest.

Except now, he stood there with Y/N on the other side of the bed, looking right back at him. She had her arms crossed over her chest, contemplating what the two of them should do. None of them had apologised for earlier that night. They thought the other one was being inconsiderate and childish, which led to no end of the argument and no 'sorry' being said.

He then huffs out, trying to make light of the situation, "Rock, Paper, Scissors for the bed?"

She glares at him a little more before shifting into the bed, on her own side as she faces away from her boyfriend. Still so childish. Sometimes he could be unbearable, not thinking about anything and how it would effect them later. It made her crazy. But he was always this spontaneous. A factor of himself that she had to learn to deal with.

"Then... can I sleep here with you?" He inquires, placing a testing hand on the bed.

In return, Y/N mumbles out quietly, "I don't care what you do."

But she really did. Which had sparked this whole argument anyway. Spike knows this himself, so he waits for her to say more before deciding for himself.

Spike gives a sigh, moving under the covers himself and facing the ceiling. As much as he loved sleeping, Spike would find himself unable to do so without talking with Y/N for a few minutes. It was something he picked up on right after they began dating. Wasn't easy, but he managed.

"Are you still mad at me?" He questions, looking over to his side to see Y/N stay unmoving. He waits for an answer, but receives none from her. But he knows. "I guess you are."

A part of him aches because he knows that they're both wrong. He went wild and cut off all communication with the others. And Y/N went following after him without a plan. The two of them being so reckless. But he knows that he started it, so he needed to face that.

"I didn't mean to scare you like that." He claims, scrunching the blankets beneath his palms, "It was stupid, but we really needed the money for that bounty. Runnin' low on fuel and food... just don't want you to regret coming with us."

They met while he was in the middle of a job. She was enticed by both of the guys and he found that she got along well with Jet, who in return was that little bit nicer to Spike. But if she had ever decided that she made the bad choice by staying with them, Spike wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He wants her to stay with him. Even if he shows it in the most weirdest ways.

"I don't regret anything." She retorts, Spike finally hearing her voice after parting ways right after the mission, "I just... I wish you'd tell me when you're about to do something crazy."

Spike scoffs back, a smirk on his lips, "You're just as crazy, following me in there, guns blazing." He turns his head to see that she's lifting her shoulders, as if a little embarrassed. "It was cute, don't get me wrong. You were all 'give me back my boyfriend or else you're all going to Hell!'."

She can't help but chuckle at that. Y/N rolls onto her back, turning her head to the side. Her eyes meet with his, and she sees just how much that bounty meant to him. Or to the both of them through his mind.

She reaches out her hand and holds his cheek. "Spike, I just don't want you constantly coming back here with so many bruises and cuts." She claims, watching him lean into her, "Sorry that I ran after you so carelessly... I didn't have a plan, I just wanted to see you again."

"As if i could stay mad at someone as lovely as you, my dear. So brave, comin' after me like that." Spike chuckles out, pressing a kiss to her palm. She gives a small smile as he stares. "Let's just agree we're both dumb, aye?"

She nods her head, wrapping an arm around his neck and leaning her forehead against his. "I guess. We should both apologise to Jet tomorrow morning." She suggests, earning a hesitant nod from her boyfriend, "Good. I love you, Spike."

He gently presses his lips against hers, holding the back of her neck as support. He hums against her, "Right back at cha', sweetheart."

With that, she closes her eyes and lets herself fall to sleep, head against Spike's shoulder as he laid on his back. He watches the ceiling, rubbing the other side of her shoulder as she snoozed away. Spike was awake for a little longer.

He should really watch out better for themselves.

"Sorry for worrying you, Y/N."

↣ jet black:

She was already in bed by the time Jet came back to the ship.

Y/N was all cleaned up and swapped clothes, laying nicely on her side of the bed. Jet watched as she shifted in her spot as soon as the door opened. That meant she was still awake, seems like she hadn't fallen asleep at all.

Jet puts his things down on the dresser, taking off his vest. He wants to ask her about their disagreement before, but that's somehow stopped from speaking. He just silently puts away his belongings, even pushing his shoes under the bed.

He doesn't say another word as he grabs his pillow and heads to the door.

He hears her shuffle again, this time she's sitting up.

"Where are you going?" Y/N asks quietly, hugging her knees to her chest.

She never liked sleeping by herself, not ever since she began sharing a room with Jet.

Spike had made a joke about her sleeping with him, to which Jet had hit him for.

Jet stops at the door, lifting his hand from the metal. "Gonna' go sleep in the guest room." He states, looking over to her, "Don't want to force you to sleep with me when we're... fighting."

Eyes puffy and looking small, all alone on the bed. He never liked it when she ended up like this, in any occasion. Once she cried at a sad movie, and Jet felt his heart break into a million pieces.

She turns to the blankets over her lap, mumbling out to her boyfriend, "You can have the bed. I'll sleep in the spare room."

He's widened his eyes a little at that. She's already out of bed and picking up her pillow. "What?" He scoffs, furrowed brows as he holds tighter onto his own pillow, "No you're not. You were already in bed."

"I already ruined your day, I'll take the guest room." Y/N states, now standing in front of Jet with her pillow clutched to her chest, "Plus, that bed's always... cold. You won't sleep properly."

He clicks his tongue at that. "You won't either." He says back to her. She didn't really ruin his day, they had just lost a bounty because of their lack of communication. It was both of their faults. "Just stay here."

She glared at him a little more before huffing, moving back to the bed in defeat, "Don't like sleeping here without you." It's quietly said, but Jet heard all of it.

She doesn't like being alone.

That makes him sigh and walk back to the bed. He puts his pillow back in its place and sits on his side of the bed. Y/N feels a bit more relieved when she feels the mattress dent. She watches the wall.

"Hey..." Jet speaks out, looking over his shoulder to her, "I'm sorry for yelling at you before. Should remember that I'm not out on the field with you, so I don't know what's going on." He watches as she slouches her shoulders, which meant she was listening to him. "Just wanna' know you're safe."

She sits up now, fingers linked together on her lap. "I'm sorry as well. I got mad that I lost the target and took it out on you." She admits, playing with the pads of her fingers. He places a gentle hand over hers, stopping her little movements. Y/N finally looks back to him. "You're not sleeping out there, are you?"

He shakes his head at the question, crossing his arms over his chest. "No, you're right. The other bed is way too cold." He states.

He freezes once he feels Y/N slip her arms around his, burying her head into his shoulder. She held on tight. Jet chuckles, wrapping his other arm around her, "Tired?" She nods her head. "Okay. Let's get some rest for tomorrow."

She gives a slight hum as he allows them to lay down. He lets her head slot against his chest, her arms snaking around his waist. He keeps his own around her shoulders, holding her closer to him.

"Night, Y/N." He whispers out.

"Goodnight." She responds, hugging her boyfriend tighter.

He smiles, closing his eyes. He never liked fighting with her.

[illegal-spiegel]

Can you please do headcannons about Spike Spiegel with his pregnant girlfriend? We know it’s bound to happen with him 👀

Oh boy here we go-

Part 1? 👀

Warnings: mentions of spice but nothing too bad, mentions of Spike's past but I made it up (cause I couldn't find anything actually confirmed about it other than what is said in the anime), use of she/her pronouns along with feminine terms

why am I getting the feeling that it's an accident and he didn't mean to get you pregnant? 😭

probably forgets to bring a condom ONE TIME and swears up and down his "pull out game is strong"

and yet here you two are 😭😭😭

nah I'm jk

well, not at the forgetting a condom part

but the pull out game thing

he obvi wouldn't try convincing you to do smth you don't wanna do (definitely gives you the look™️ and wiggles his brows and smirks and says smth about bare backing and-)

okay so MAYBE you two were into it

yeah well now you're paying the price, you horny fiends

you're very nervous to even tell him about it

seeing as how he has mega trust issues from *cough* past relationships *cough*

he probably isn't the type to date

so, if this happens when the two of you aren't even an item

you're shaking in your boots

ofc, if you're dating it's a little easier, but still hard

engaged or married is easy peasy tho dw

let's focus back on the not even dating part tho (and maybe dating depending on how long it's been in the relationship)

he probably wouldn't even find out about it from you directly

he would probably overhear you gossiping to Faye or consulting Jet about what you should do (Faye says you don't need no man cause you're a strong independent woman who can raise a baby on her own) (Jet says raising a kid can be hard and, if possible, you should rely on Spike, and he knows for a fact that Spike would be a man and help you)

honestly knowing Spike, he hears that he's going to be a fucking dad and he kinda just

bolts

oops?

when everyone on the Bebop finds out he left

it's no surprise that you have a meltdown

I mean, your hormones being all out of wack doesn't help at all

so, you lock yourself up in your room and worry everyone to death

Jet, of course, tries to contact Spike and track him down

Faye is cursing him every other second and swearing 'when she gets her hands on him she's gonna murder him'

but it appears he just fell off the map

no one knows where he went

don't worry tho (Y/n) bc our hero comes back <3

he was only gone a day or two thankfully, but ugh you stupid man you shouldn't have left in the first place

when he steps back onto the Bebop, many things happen at once

Faye starts screaming at him and goes to fight him, Jet instantly holds her back but is giving him the Disappointed Dad Look™️, Ein is barking his head off, and you're just gaping at him like a fish out of water

he literally doesn't even react to any of it, doesn't even bat an eye

he just walks over to you and gives you the softest, guiltiest look you've ever seen from him

"Can we talk, (Y/n)? Alone?" he asks softly

with him being closer to you now, you can see the bags under his eyes

"Um, sure," you squeak out before standing up

your heart skips a beat when he takes ahold of your hand to lead you away

"Faye, it's fine," you say as you pass her, giving her a reassuring look with a smile

she stops mid-kick towards him (where Jet is still holding her back) to look at you

she huffs and nods her head, lowering her foot back to the ground

Spike leads you to his room and closes the door behind him, locking it for extra precaution so that your conversation won't be interrupted by an angry Faye or a disappointed Jet

you instantly take a seat on his bed, remembering all the times you've been in this room

each time you've been in this room, talking wasn't exactly the goal

you feel...awkward

especially since he's just standing by the door, refusing to look at you

"So..." you start, hoping to give him a nudge

you outta yell at him until his ears bleed for how he left things

but honestly?

you kinda understand

sure, it hurt that he left, but if someone suddenly sprang on you that your whole life was going to change

you'd freak out too

plus, you know his history

so it's no surprise he reacted the way he did

he and commitment have been beefin for years

"Look, I'm sorry for leaving like that. I just..." he trails off, sighing as he runs his hands through his fluffy hair

it looks messier than usual, almost like he's been tugging at it relentlessly

"Spike, it's okay. I understand. I'm still mad at you, but I get it," you reassure, clasping your hands into your lap

he sighs in relief at that part, finally bringing his gorgeous eyes to yours

he opens his mouth to say more but you quickly intervene

"Listen, Spike. I don't expect you to help out. I know you have your whole "I hate kids, animals, and women" thing, so I won't make you have to put up w-"

"Can I talk?" he asks

he doesn't say it in a rude way, if anything, his face is scrunched up like he's in pain

"Yeah, sorry. Sure," you apologize, nodding your head to give him the metaphorical floor

you watch him take a deep breath, his strong chest expanding with the air

"I left to go clear my head. I didn't want to have to think things over with your puppy dog eyes always staring at me, with Jet's dad voice always lecturing me, with Ein giving me the stink eye as he camps out at your feet or in your lap, with Faye...being Faye. I just...I needed to think."

you nod your head in understanding, remaining quiet so he could finish what he had to say

"At first, I thought there's no way I could be a father. I mean, I don't even know the first thing about being a dad! But then..." he trails off once more

you, again, stay silent, giving him an encouraging nod

he closes his eyes for a moment

when he opens them, he suddenly looks determined

he walks over to you and kneels on the ground before you, his hands going to your knees

"But then...I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everywhere I went. It didn't matter where because there you were. Always there. In the bar? I remember the time you smashed a bottle over a bounty's head. In the Swordfish? I remember the times I taught you to fly her. In the fucking men's restroom, I imagine your sweet face covered in my cum after I came all over it."

you blush at the last part, not expecting things to take such a dirty turn

but of course they did. It's Spike you're talking about

"Shuddup," you grumble, smacking his chest with a shy smile

he grabs your hand as it hits his chest though, squeezing that hand as he looks up at you

"God, and that smile, it makes me weak. You make me weak. I used to hate having weaknesses, it's why I distance myself from everyone and everything. But then you—you—wiggled your way right into my cold, dead, black heart and decided to make yourself at home."

you want to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment but you can't bring yourself to look away from his eyes

his eyes are bearing into your very soul, his brown eyes making you feel things that only he can make you feel

"Spik-"

"What I'm trying to say is...I love you. I'm willing to try to make this work if you are. That kid brewing inside of you is mine and I don't want them growing up without a father like I did."

you're flabbergasted, to say the least

"But what about Jul-"

"To hell with her! I don't care about her or what she did to me! I care about you! I want you! I want to live in the here and now and have a baby with the woman I love."

you blame the hormones on the way he has you crying with joy

because you're so emotional though, you can't speak

so, he starts to fear that maybe he made a mistake, maybe you don't want him to be the father of your child, maybe you don-

oh, just kidding. You're kissing him now

you two share a passionate kiss before pulling away, chests rising and falling quickly

"I love you too," you whisper reassuringly before giving him another kiss. "I can't wait for this journey we're about to take." Another kiss. "This means so much to me." Is that another kiss I see? "I can't thank you enough." You guessed it, another kiss.

he has to stop kissing you from how much he's smiling

"Don't thank me. Even if I didn't want to be active in the kid's life, I was still going to help you. I'm not the kind of man who just pumps and dumps."

your nose wrinkles at his words, but you smile and nod nonetheless

you then can't help but to give the man you love another kiss

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[manias-wordcount]

Could make one imagine where a mission goes wrong and they inject a truth serum into reader fem and she tries to keep quiet so she doesn't talk about her feelings for the spike. If you're not busy please thank you.

Truth Talk Trip Hop (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Nod.

“But you still won’t speak to me.”

Another nod.

“Was it something I did?”

This time, there’s hesitation. Your hand stops petting Ein, who’s sitting faithfully in your lap as if he can tell you need the comfort. Then slowly but surely, you end up shaking your head. A frown builds upon his face, and Spike can’t help but sigh angrily. You turn to him, face crestfallen and lip quivering, but you still don’t say anything. It’s up to him to listen to all the words you’re suddenly refusing to say.

“I’m just…frustrated.” He tries, steeling himself from lashing out further. He’s still pissed off about how their latest bounty went. It wasn’t that high of a bounty, and in the end, they caught the guy. But that was only after you got nabbed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And looking a little too much like the mastermind’s long-lost lover. Unfortunately, it was after you had been stolen away to their base did they realize you had a different name, never met the guy, and were about thirty years younger than what you should have been. So if he couldn’t make a companion out of you then they decided to do the next best thing.

Make you talk.

“You really had us worried there.” He tells you softly when the air is filled with your silence once more. He took the liberty of staying with you and Ed while Jet and Faye turned in the guy. Besides someone needed to stay on the Bebop watch Big Shots for any surprise updates on the reward. It was for the best too. No matter how much you insisted that you were fine, he knew you were still a little shaken up. You never really took to the life of the bounty hunter well. It just wasn’t in your heart to be ruthless like the rest of them. “Ed couldn’t track you for a while. We thought the worse had happened.”

“... I’m sorry …” He turns his head over in surprise at the sound of your voice. You’re still looking down, sitting still on your spot on the couch right across from him. Your eyes are trained on Ein as you stroke his back as if you two were the only ones in the room. He hates being ignored and despises being ignored by you of all people. But in the end, Spike is just relieved that you haven’t gone completely radio silent on him. “I don’t like making people worried.”

The raw honesty in your voice makes him regret being so forward with you. You weren’t like him, or Jet, or Faye. Always felt smaller. More fragile, even. And if it were any other circumstance, he’d be more inclined to let you off with just ruffling your hair and telling you that he’ll finally get around to teaching you how to shoot someday. Instead, he swallows it down in an effort to make sure he gets his point across to you.

“Hey. Look at me.” He calls quietly, leaning forward and reaching out to place a hand on your knee. You look up at him with bright, big doe eyes and he’s just glad that there’s no one else around to witness him being such a big sap for you. No one except that damn mutt sitting in your lap and taking up your attention, of course. “We look out for each other here. Even when it doesn’t look like it. So if you don’t want me worried, you better start talkin-”

“I like it when you touch me.”

He shuts up real quick after that.

And so you with the way your eyes go wide and your body go rigid. He’s never been a hopeful man. But something about what you said lights a fire in his stomach that’s hard to put out. Though it’s also a cause for concern too, now that all he can do is watch your mouth open and close and open and close as you freeze in place.

The look on your face tells him that what you said wasn’t on purpose, as much as Spike wished it was. But the words fell from your mouth so clumsily. So easily. You were usually so shy and timid. Always rely on someone else to take the first steps and lead you. But that - that was so out of character for you. You weren’t the loose-lipped type, even with stupid, unimportant things. And it’s starting to make him wonder if there was more that happened while you were captured than you originally let on.

“You said they didn’t do anything.” He asks calmly, trying not to frighten you even further than you already did to yourself. He waits for your response: a shake of your head or the sound of your voice to pose as any sort of confirmation. Unfortunately, you had gone back to stubbornly keeping your mouth shut and turning your head away. Your body language reads that you’re tense and that you’re hiding something. And he’d be damned if he let you sit and take this by yourself. So with his hand still on his thigh, he takes the opportunity to squeeze as comfortingly as possible. Though it sends another message too:  You’re not leaving until I say you are.  “Tell me again. Did they  hurt  you?”

“It only hurt for a second.” You respond immediately. And like the time before that, your eyes widen in the surprise of your only honesty. You start to recoil. A pout covers your face as you look at him, pleading for him not to press you for any more questions. And as much as he wants to forget what happened to you earlier (all except you admitting that you liked it when he touched you, he’ll have to deal with all the… thoughts that came with that later), he’s not too keen on the idea of you being protective of your captors.

“What did?” He enunciates clearly, leaving no room for doubt of his command of the situation. You frown harder, biting at your lip for a second as your eyes flicker down to the side and then back at Spike again. He stares at you, unblinking and unmoving while waiting for your response. He hates being the bad guy to you, but he’s not above playing up the intimidation and harshness when it comes to your safety. “ What hurt. ”

“The shot.” You whisper out, and all he can see is red.

He takes a deep breath, fingers itching for a cigarette, but he doesn’t give in. You were never frustrating to deal with, but he can’t help but the agitation that’s starting to grow. You were fine before. Quiet, but for the most part cooperative. Now that’s he’s asking questions, things are turning south. But you trust him. He can see it in your eyes still. The hesitation is all there, but your unwavering faith in him is still present too. You trust him, but there’s a reason why you’re withholding this from him. But he’s not going to take that standing up. The sooner you start cooperating, the better, but he knows he has to take this different route. Bide his time.

And make you talk .

“Do you know what was in the shot?” You advert your eyes at this question, opting to just focus on Ein instead. But he knows you too well so you might as well have told him yes. Still, he ignores your reluctance in favor of another yes or no question. It seemed to be where he was going to “Do ya’ know why they shot you up?”

“They didn’t shoot me up!” You retaliate, and it’s hard to fight off the smirk threatening to show up on his face now that he has you hook line and sinker. Your pout changes from something pitiful and sad to a little angrier. Like a kitten trying to show off its claws, you’re quick to defend yourself. He knew you always had a thing about drugs. Being in a field where you could run into cops regularly meant living a relatively clean life, even if the crew was adamant about limiting your exposure to any of that in the first place. And ever since the mushroom incident, you’ve been feeling pretty strongly against anything that makes you feel like you’re not all there. So it was no surprise one mention was all it took to get you talking to him again. “It was just a stupid truth se-”

He raises an eyebrow when you suddenly cut yourself off by slapping a hand over your mouth. Ein, rattled by the jerky movement of your body, sits up and looks up at you. But you refuse to look at him or  Spike though he can’t say he blames you. If only you were faster and a little less quick in that outburst with of yours. Maybe then you might have saved yourself from what he was about to do.

“A truth serum. Well, there’s a surprise.” He hums lowly.  It makes sense he can’t help but think to himself before leaning back in his seat and standing up. You were withholding information from him, but you never lied to him. He knew you well enough to tell by now, at least. He shoves his hands in pockets as he walks over to where you’re sitting, before crossing to stand right behind and off to the side of the couch. There’s no stopping the smirk on his face now, but he’s merciful enough to not force you to look at it the entirely of the time he’s having his fun. “I’m guessing they wanted to get something important out of you before sending you back, huh?”

A second passes. And then another. And another before you finally decide to give him a slow nod. A breathy chuckle passes through his slips and he watches you curl up at the sound. He can imagine the growing frown on your face and he’s practically torturing himself not to get in your face and make you look him in the eye after giving him such a hard time early. Instead, he just leans down, nice and low, and drapes his arm across the back of the couch. It brushes against your shoulders, but you keep still, facing away from him. He was certain that would get a reaction out of you. So he takes it up a notch.

“You know… you didn’t need to keep that from me.” He rumbles, right next to your ear. You let out a quiet sound, your skittish side starting to show as you scope up Ein in your arms in lieu of shivering. He laughs again, and this time, he’s really glad there’s no Ed around to distract you or Jet here to save you. You’re at his mercy now. And he’s not exactly ready to let you run off just yet. Especially after you gave him such a hard time. “You worried I’d tease you or something? Come on, you know I’m not  that  bad of a guy.”

“...No…” He’s surprised to hear you respond verbally this time. And he’s even more surprised to hear your honest answer to the question wasn’t at all what he was expecting. It was easy to rile you up with enough teasing so he figured that was what you were trying to avoid the entire time. Come to find out he’d apparently miss the mark completely. And with no idea where to look for his next shot too. “That’s not it.”

“What is it then?” He leans a little bit more forward, and suddenly his chin is resting on your shoulder. “You can tell me.”

You’ve always been the touchy one out of the two of you. Always been the one initiating anything physical- whether it was wrapping your arms around him in a hug or holding his hand when you’re scared or lost. And sure, he’s had his fair share of moments where he’s ruffled your hair or rested his elbow on your head, but it’s you. The little thing from Europa that keeps him up at night. The sweet thing who’s got no business being with a bunch of bounty hunters and definitely no business being with a former hitman for the syndicate.

But you always found a way to pull him closer. And now that you’re suddenly pushing him away, he can’t help but pull you closer. He’s got it bad for you. But right now, he’s seeing this moment as more of a blessing and not a curse. And he’s never been a hopeful man.

“Yes, I can tell you. But I don’t  want  to tell you.” You quietly agree before backtracking. Though it’s too late. You’re slipping, and you both know it. You were never the strong type anyways. Just he’s never been one to give into hopes or dreams. “Because I didn’t want to tell you…”

But he can’t help but be hopeful whenever he takes a look at you.

“ ...just how much I love you… ”