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Not today Justin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
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@spiegls
> 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙶𝙻𝚂. independent spike spiegel of cowboy bebop. anime & hc-based. written by sara (they/them, 20+). rules / dossier / about / headcanons
"I guess you have a torelable personality..." They pursed their lips as if in thought. A smile held back. "I wouldn't mind dealing with it when we're old and wrinkly." Another peck, already in their own world. "I bet they would agree with me. Handsome, funny..." Julia threw the remaining of the cigarette to the ground. "Who wouldn't want to follow you wherever you lead them?"
acting again, spike finds a distraction to fiddle with. ( tolerable. that's being kind. he'll see how far patience is willing to travel. ) a sunhat is closely examined between them, then tried on for size from his head, to theirs, back to his. below the brim, his eyes follow the cigarette dropped from their fingers. open space. he fills it just as easily, one hand returning to hold theirs while the other gestures them closer. a little closer. ‘ let's say we got out of here then, ’ he whispers, hat removed to hide them from imaginary onlookers. ‘ where would you want to go ? ’
❛ ⸻ the sound of her engine cut through like a blade. peach barely slowed before tires bit into pavement, car swerving hard around the corner - sharp, and possibly reckless. ❝ hey !! ❞ voice snapped through the open window, vehicle making a rough stop at the curb. she'd noticed @spiegls surrounded, possibly caught up in some trouble. the passenger door unlocked with a sharp click. whether the help was needed or not was entirely his choice ; she figured she'd offer anyways. ❝ get in... ! quickly ! ❞
he never thought of himself as the running type. you stay and you fight, and if you live to see another day, at least you'll know you earned it. and that hasn't been true in a while. whatever or whoever that makes him now . . . well⸺ ‘ shit. ’ ( —that doesn't really matter. ) slinking into shotgun, he's the living type for the time being. attention lingers on the syndicate goons until they're lost in the dusty distance. around the corner. back to the past. in the present, he slumps back in his seat, facing his unexpected rescuer with a sigh of relief. maybe he's slipping. ‘ so. are you about to tell me you're my guardian angel ? ’
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𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙼𝙴.
INDIE 🙵 SELECTIVE 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐋 AND 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 FROM 𝘊𝘖𝘞𝘉𝘖𝘠 𝘉𝘌𝘉𝘖𝘗. 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ❋ HEADCANON HEAVY ❋ WRITTEN BY 𝘚𝘈𝘙𝘈 AND 𝘍𝘖𝘟 ❋
༘⋆。 where it hurts starters.
caretaker.
i'll stay until you fall asleep.
you're not a burden. not to me.
you don't have to act tough with me.
let me help.
if you need to cry, i'll look the other way.
you don't have to talk.
let me handle it, just for a minute.
rest, i'll watch over you.
i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.
deep breaths.
just lean on me.
you're safe now, okay? just breathe.
i know it hurts. i'll sit here as long as it takes.
i'm not leaving until i know you're okay.
you don't need to hide.
let me take care of you this time.
shh. i'm right here.
you don't have to put on a smile for me.
i don't think less of you.
i'll be here when you wake up.
you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for.
you don't have to be okay.
scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.
your hair's a mess. let me brush it.
don't apologize.
cared for.
i'm tired, that's all.
please don't go.
i don't know what i need.
you didn't need to come.
you shouldn't have to see me like this.
i hate feeling like this.
i was trying to push through. i think i made it worse.
this is so embarrassing.
can you just... stay a little longer?
i didn't think anyone would notice...
i'm not safe in my own head right now.
why are you being so gentle with me?
i don't want you to fix me.
today's just... one of the harder days.
i didn't know i needed to hear that.
can you stay? after i fall asleep?
sorry. i didn't mean to flinch.
i don't always know what's going to help.
this is the nicest anyone’s been to me all week.
i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot.
i don't even know why i'm crying...
i think i'm broken.
you didn't have to do all this for me.
i don't want to be a burden.
i didn't think anyone would stay.
Endearing. A peck to his lips. "I don't know, you should ask them." Another peck to his cheek. "If I were them, I'd go to the end of the world with you." A hum and another drag. "I'm telling you, you're a good looking one."
‘ is that so . . . ’ out of his control, his fingers find themselves woven between theirs. ‘ all because of my good looks ? what if we reach the end of the world when we're old and grey ? ’ despair is feigned with his hand raised to his brow — theirs along with it. ‘ i don't know if i have the guts to ask them that. ’
@discodamned ↳ “ Smooth moves, bro. Haven’t seen someone ‘dance’ like that but you look like a true renaissance man. ” Said leaned against a far wall head gently bopping to an unheard beat. Impulse finally broke his nosey silence. // hiiii hope you don’t mind ; > love seeing a Spike around!
‘ hm ? ’ over the snuffles and groans of a losing man's retreat, a new voice catches him mid-stretch. fingers knit, knuckles cracked — then he turns. a deadpan leaves nothing else to be studied. ‘ you're not looking to do-si-do too, are you ? i'm busy. ’
cat woke me up early i’m running on 2 hours of sleep and a pot of coffee lfg
❝ Actually, YEAH. ❞ she wants to follow up with a ' what's it to ya ? ' but decides manners win today. ❝ Kinda had to learn young. ❞
‘ hey. ’ not about to put that to the test: a laugh, hands raised in defense. ‘ what d'you know. we might be kindred spirits ! ’ one hand stays. the other extends to shake. ‘ just don't tell me you're after my bounty head. ’
✴ 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚙.
⸻ 𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗘 (𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 — 𝘮𝘪·𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦) something 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 and 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞
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Did they hear correctly? A smile hidden, forehead against his chest. The darkness in the room camouflaging the red flush on their face. She could feel her ears burn up. His willingness to protect them, no hesitation. Goosebumps all over her body. Is this what it felt to be lo⸻ Their train of thought abruptly interrupted by his voice.
An accident — they recalled. It all made sense now. Off to war. Running away. The reason a night like this could be possible. Never would have they imagined the so-called accident involved Spike. Of course, there were no accidents when Vincent Vicious was involved. She let out a scoff, disbelief written all over their face. They should've known.
Of course, he would not dare face consequences. Not when Spike could fight back.
Julia pushed back, catching his face again. Eyes focused on his. "Your left eye and right eye are different colors…" Julia couldn't say much more. They didn't dare rub salt on a wound that was not healed yet.
Vicious... what a fitting alias.
Hand rested on his cheek, thumb caressing his face. A feeling they couldn't pinpoint washed all over them. "I should've taken care of you." Guilt. They wondered if there could've been a way to stop it. To stop HIM. Maybe if they were courageous... Maybe if they had known... Could they? Or would she be another victim? They leaned in, softly kissing the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry."
he knows it's true — he's known almost as long as he's known them — and still, it's their observation that makes it so. different colors. that's right. who in the world can see him as clearly ? paralyzed by their closeness, spike wonders if they can read anything from his inability to move: that he means to shake his head, to tell them that it isn't so bad. he's a better shot now than he ever was . . . and what does that matter ? or the better question: what will it matter when his time in this universe ends ? every day, he tells himself he's inching further and further to the mouth of the red dragon's lair — to freedom — aware that it will never be appreciated on his own. it would mean nothing without them.
‘ julia. ’ if he could say any more in the moment, he still wouldn't. all the words that could be mustered, or laughed, or screamed at the top of his lungs would always boil down to the one sound anyway. julia. he's aware that they're still watching his eyes when they close, forcing back the sting of tears. one eye feels the pain. the other never will again.
i should have taken care of you, they say. with whatever will he still has, he holds them to his chest, chin resting over their head — searching for closeness, or another way to hide ? even he can't be sure. ‘ we could go. ’
they couldn't. not together, if they valued their lives as much as much as freedom. maybe there's something better than that, after all. maybe love is worth its weight in gold. ‘ we don't have to live like this. you shouldn't have to. ’
"Let me think about it" They hummed. A drag of the cigarette. "I don't know if I'm the sharing type. Is there any chance I can get your whole heart?" A grin adorned her lips. "I think your special person will understand the circumstances."
‘ i thought you'd never ask ! ’ not that they have to ( that charming thief ). spike leans into them. ‘ do you think they'd understand if we ran away together ? ’ just a thought.
Smile widened. "She might've lucked out..." Julia winked. "You're a really good looking one." They took the cigarette of his hand, placing it in her mouth. Theirs, now. "You could steal someone's heart looking at them like that."
‘ i'm pretty sure it was my heart first. i wouldn't call that stealing. ’ there's no fighting it — this smooth operation leaving him smokeless. ‘ but i'd be happy to share. that is, if you didn't mind . . . ’
A chuckle. "Can't wait to meet her..." Sunglasses off, placed back on the stand. Eyes fixated on him with a dramatic sigh, "Shame, I was really hoping you'd hit on me."
‘ you'd like her. ’ picking up what they've discarded, lips skewed to the side, ‘ here. ’ he puts the glasses back in place over her eyes. then, tutting again, lets them rest atop their head. ‘ you really shouldn't hide those. ’