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Your f/o says "I'd do anything for you" in this very soft, very sincere voice and the implication of anything just hangs there in the air between you. You know what they're capable of, what they've done before.
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a/n: based on this request from the lovely @sweetspacedoll ! go show her some love, 'n hope you enjoy !! (..◜ᴗ◝..)
“you’re cold,” the man to your side murmurs, tilting his head to watch you just over his shoulder.
it’s raining in tharsis, coolly and hard with a complete lack of humidity. vicious hated the rain. he thought it inconvenient, something you had to traverse and make way for. but you stand here just a little farther from him than he particularly liked, watching the city around you from beneath the awning with a sort of awestruck look to you. in the same thought, he’d learned that you seemed to enjoy the rain. for any reason, he truly could not figure why— yet your expression was so soft toward the wet streets, it was hard for him to have a problem with it.
especially with that fuzzy coat of his wrapped around your shoulders. despite it, your awe could not save you from the biting wind; you learn this while digging your chin deeper into the plumey collar. and anyhow, that’s what vicious is for.
a gloved hand can’t help but round the curve of your back to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him in one gentle tug. he feels you laugh– a warm, pleasant thing, as you’re pulled from your reverie.
you curl into him with ease, your hand venturing to tuck itself within his vacant coat pocket sighingly. he now feels a lot warmer than he did inside, whether that be because of the very few drinks he had, or his personified affection for you— an affection so irrefutably keen amid any kind of denial he tried to convince himself of.
“no,” you whisper into his shoulder, your other hand winding around his arm and bringing it further around you. “not with you here.”
a hum reverberates from his throat, curl of lip unable to be helped as he leans down to press his nose to your hair, breathing you in. “you’re sweet,” he admits, words weaving into the perfumed strands and punctuated by a lingering kiss to your temple, like he hardly wanted to part. selfishly, he wouldn’t mind remaining right here with you. arm in arm; you’ll amuse him as the terrible downpour amuses you.
you only smile, tracing the seam of his overcoat with a deft finger. you lift your chin to gaze at him, jaw resting on his shoulder as you call his name softly. “‘we going home after this? i’d like to visit the market for dinner; we can—”
“—no,” he interrupts lowly, shifting his body closer toward you. “i will handle dinner for us. i want you to rest.” the firmness of his tone feels as if he’s telling you off, but you truly couldn’t be more endeared. this was him taking care of you. he even goes on to describe to you the variety of wines he’d come across at an off-planet shop he’d happened to pass by the other day, asking your preference for the two of you to share after dinner. he wanted to treat you, he told you; all while slipping the leather glove from his hand to slide it into his pocket alongside yours– skin to skin.
the cocooned space is warm already, though seeming then horribly lacking the moment he coaxes your palm into his, thumb kissing your knuckles. your cheeks burn with a grin.
you marvel at how sweet he could be– especially as he begins to unravel his umbrella and pull you along with him, stepping to traverse the wetly lit streets with you nestled under his arm, yet remaining hand in hand. it’s a protective hold, as he knows you’ll easily slip back into admiring the freshly showered streets, lit by neon signs and late night shops closing within the next few hours.
these were your favorite kinds of nights. with him home for you and tired-eyed; it’d be seamless to trap him lovingly into your arms once home and abed. and you know he wouldn’t be able to help entertaining you, adoring you in a way that made such grand churches look useless.
scary dog privilege with husband!franken stein ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
Everyone tells you that you're husband is weird, maybe a little bit creepy in his own way. And in theory, you can understand why people say that. He's awkwardly tall, the scars all over his body might seem scary at some point and the reflection of his glasses combined with the look on his face makes him look out of a horror movie. Not to mention the screw he has piercing his head.
But in practice, you can't imagine your husband scaring people. Stein has always been a sweetheart with you since day one, treating you softly and tenderly. Even with his quirks, he's managed to make a pretty girl like you care for him, and now his own mission for the rest of his life is keeping you by his side.
He loves your company, he can't believe someone other than Spirit can handle him, and he can turn rather clingy sometimes.
You never have problem walking alone in the street, everyone knows you're Stein's precious wife. And still, he usually walks you everywhere. Separation anxiety or something. He walks beside you, arm immediately looping around your waist because it's muscle memory at this point. He's tall as a shadow, thinking about the minutes he'd lose without you if he didn't accompany you home. Even if he's coming there too a few hours later.
When you walk, his gaze is fixed on you, not in the people on the sidewalk giving you side eyes. You've always been filled with questions of why. Why choose him, someone in the verge of madness, someone who would put his experiments before you without thinking? But that's a lie. You know it, Stein has made it very clear to you that you are his priority and then, everything else. You're his world, his soul and his sanity.
One night, when he comes back later than ever and you are somehow still awake, waiting for him, he lays in the bed between your legs, chin pressed in your chest as he looks up at you. His glasses are crooked and his forehead sweaty because he definitely came to you faster than he should. You lift your hand, screwing the screw for him.
"I hate it when we're apart," he admits, almost shy about it. "I missed you so much in the lab today. I miss you everywhere, actually. Spirit says I'm obsessed. Maybe I am"
You giggle softly and his whole face lights up in this awkward way only you get to see. "You can be. I'm obsessed with you too."
You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose, but he moves faster and suddenly his giving you a big kiss on the lips, with his hands squeezing your cheeks together.
a/n: revive this fandom i just finished the show. idk if this is ooc or not I DON'T CARE. send me ideas for more stein shit
a/n 2: also this is for my girl @kamislop idk if you follow me here but i'm nora ok i'm not some random person tagging you i'm moviecritc's side blog
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it feels a little funny writing a birthday letter to someone who would probably shrug and tell me birthdays are "just another day." that's one of the things i've always adored about you—you never ask for much even as a man who didn't grow with much to begin with. you carry yourself so quietly that it's easy to overlook just how much you've endured, how much you've sacrificed and how much of yourself you've tucked away behind a crooked grin and a dry joke. but today, i don't want to think about the weight you've carried. i just want to celebrate you.
i hope somewhere in whatever corner of the universe your story lives, you're taking it easy. maybe you've got a plate piled high with food you didn't pay for, a cigarette between your fingers, jet pretending he doesn't care that it's your birthday while secretly making your favorite meal ( bell peppers and beef ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ ), and ed going absolutely crazy bonkers with the confetti cannon. i'd like to imagine you're laughing a little more than usual.
hi hii!! im unsure of if you take requests , but in case you ever decide to, i noticed you’ve made cowboy bebop/anime x readers prior & was wondering if you would write a (fluff) Vicious x reader ?
otherwise, feel free to ignore this message loll !! Don’t mind me , im just always on the search for vicious blogs & always interested as to how people interpret him. He’s easily one of my favourite character oat (*´꒳`*)
anywhoo , thank you sm for reading + have a lovely day/night ♡
haii!!! i'm so very happy to write vicious for you!! after exploring your blog a little, you two are so freakin adorable, i can't help but want to write a little blurb for you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !
as a spike yume (ironic, it'n it??), this'll be really fun and interesting to write,, esp given how in-depth of a character vicious is! i'll have it out for you in a few days, so keep a look out and thank you so much for the request!!! <333
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