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Skincare - Blue Jones

(I can't keep using gifs on my fics because I end up just staring at them for hours)

mentions of acne, allusions to assault but is not explicit and nothing happens, reader is female. fluff? hurt/comfort? idk the weird softness that Blue exudes while also being an oily bastard?

It felt good to wash away the layers of makeup and grease and other men. As a young girl, before coming to Blue's, you'd struggled with oily skin. Throughout your months at the club, you'd snitched and pilfered sample-size creams from the studio bags.

They were the only personal possessions you had.

You grabbed your secret stash and tiptoed out of the room, dashing into the bathroom and quietly locking the door. You couldn't turn the lights on, but you could flick on a lighter. It was Sweet Pea's; green and shimmery. A cheap thing but it would do.

Spine tingling with anxiety, you turned on the tap just enough to let a trickle of water out, but not enough to make a sound. As soon as the cool water touched your flushed cheeks, you sighed.

It felt fucking great.

Quickly you washed off the first layer, stripped your lashes and scrubbed the glitter and rhinestones from your cheeks. The foundation and eyeshadow was set like plaster, and you squeezed a small dollop of cleanser into your palm.

It was soothing. A calm routine done in the quiet solitude of your dressing room. You never had time alone, even in bed. Seven girls to a room didn't allow for private time.

Curfew had passed quite a while ago. Usually you didn't go out late, but Tiffany took so fucking long taking out her bobby pins that you had no choice.

The pleasant smell of vanilla softened the tension in your shoulders. The anxiety of breaking the rules was fading.

Creak.

The comb in your hands dropped into the sink, making you shriek. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you muffled a sob.

"Don't stop on my account."

The roar of blood in your ears was deafening. Panic flared through every nerve ending, filling your veins with fire and your heart galloping.

You should have waited. You should have been patient and waited till midnight when he went to bed and now you were thoroughly Fucked with a capital F.

A tiny whimper left your lips, face still frozen in terror. A snicker came out of the dark.

Where was he? How had you not noticed a grown man in the bathroom?

Blue was slouched against the wall, shirt unbuttoned and tie hung haphazardly around his neck. He'd clearly been there a while. Why hadn't he said anything?

Your reflection was statuesque. Amused, Blue pushed himself to his feet and rolled his shoulders. The lazy smirk that made oily contempt ooze down your back was shadowed in the flickering light. His beady eyes roved over you, a frown twisting his lips.

"I thought I told you to continue," he said, eyebrow peaked in a challenge.

You fought through waves of fear to slowly pick up the comb and swallow, still making eye contact in the mirror. No gun was in his holster, and he didn't carry knives. Still, he was a man who could hurt you. Best to do what he says.

The soft shff shff of your hair was the only sound over your thudding heart. The tiny vial of oil shook in your grasp as you dabbed it on your scalp.

"What's that?"

His soft but firm voice broke the tense silence again. Words stuck in your throat. This was wrong this was so bad oh my god-

"O-oil," you stammered, voice bare above a whisper. "It helps my hair grow."

Blue made no acknowledgement of your voice, still enraptured with your movements. Assuming the coast was clear, you brought the brush back to your locks and continued the long, methodical strokes.

In an instant, his hand was at your wrist. You eeped and flinched away. The trap had snapped shut over you, and you didn't have any sharp objects in sight. your nightgown was too short and you didn't have a knife and his hands were large and strong and there was nobody to hear you and and and

"Let me do it," he murmured, kohl-lined eyes glittering with something dangerous. You had no choice but to loosen your grip on the brush, hands sweating profusely. He dropped your wrist and you hugged it to your chest, folding in half as a last measure of protection.

"Stop flinching," he huffed, "I'm not gonna hurt you. It'd be fuckin stupid, seeing as I'd lose the money."

The reassurance meant nothing, as you'd seen him kiss a girl on the mouth before cracking his palm across her cheek. It felt like being a lamb lead to slaughter.

He paused, brush held over your scalp. He'd been watching your entire process, but he wasn't sure where to start.

"Start in the middle," you whispered, shakily gesturing to your hair. "Go d-downwards."

Blue tentatively placed his hand over your head and dragged the brush downwards. You held back a twitch when he tugged at a knot. don't move don't move fuck fuck don't move

His pinky ring was cold against your cheek as he held your chin in place. The brush ran through the same spot again and again, making your shiver. Blue paused again, observing you. He ran his hand down the length of your waves, feeling the smoothness.

"That's good," you said, daring to meet his eyes. He tossed you an impatient glance and continued petting.

"I know how to brush your goddamn hair." The familiar biting tone was back, and your ears burned. Blue's brow was set in concentration, slowly making his way around your head. He was, truthfully, pretty good at it. Not that it was hard, but you were relieved he hadn't tried to rip off your scalp.

His other hand kept softly stroking your hair, running the ends through his fingers.

"Soft," he grunted, almost to himself. "Why's it not like this while you're working?"

"The hairspray makes it sticky."

He inclined his chin. The brush had stopped, and both hands were buried in your hair. The oil had softened it considerably, and he was utterly absorbed in the silkiness.

It felt...nice. His hands, usually mid-slap, were gentle and soothing. You'd stopped questioning why he was being kind or why he was even in the room.

Sweet Pea's lighter was running out of fluid. Your eyes were heavy and you needed to go to bed.

"Why...why were you in here?" you asked around a yawn. Sleepiness had removed any reserved fear and loosened your tongue.

"If you need to know," he said airily, "I needed my cock sucked and there were a few girls in here already. Took a while getting up, not like it's your business."

That snapped you back to reality and you lurched away, heartbeat going from zero to sixty. Blue tsked.

"I told you to stop fuckin' moving, I'm not done yet." His hands were traveling over your face and neck. The cleansers had left your cheeks dewy and shining. He spent a notable amount of time tracing the pink pocks around your chin.

"What's this?"

You didn't want to look at him. "Acne," you mumbled. "It's not bad though, you can't see it onstage," you rushed to add, trying to cover up the crime. Any imperfections onstage were unacceptable.

He looked at you shrewdly. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Hm." He stroked your cheek, eyes lidded. You noticed he still had his makeup up; the shimmery liner caked on his waterline.

"Blue," you whispered, "do...do you want to take your makeup off?"

He froze and stared at you. Your eyes were wide, timid. Had you overstepped? He was fine a second ago-

"I...I don't know how," he responded stiffly. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I can show you."

At your urging, he took a seat on the counter, brow twitching as he tried to get comfortable. You pulled up a rickety chair and stood on it. "I need to wipe off the thick stuff first," you warned, gently taking his chin in your hand.

Blue was like a puppy as soon as your fingertips brushed his skin. You wondered if he'd ever been touched outside of sex. He craved it - shifting towards you until his thighs brushed yours. Blue leaned into your palm, eyes closed and lips slack. You turned his head left and right and he didn't move, almost melting forward spinelessly. As an experiment, you rubbed your thumb over his cheek.

He sighed, eyes glazing over. A flush had covered his cheeks, rosy like a little boy's.

His brown eyes were hazy. Long, dark lashes fanned on his cheek, and for a moment, he looked like a normal man. Skin clear, brow smooth. Not so scary.

You quietly explained the process, rubbing an oil into his pores before massaging a foamy substance around his nose and mouth. He liked that part, mustache twitching at the ticklish sensation.

It was weird to be in control. Here was the product of your nightmares, preening into your touch like a kitten. You drew it out, admiring his soft gaze and slight smile. His skin was soft but stubbly where he needed to shave.

"All done," you whispered, lowering yourself from the chair.

Blue sat, quietly, unaware you'd moved. You watched him amusedly, blinking sleepily at the dark room.

Until his eyes fluttered awake and he frowned. uh oh.

"More," he snapped, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek. Surprised, you tripped, and he dragged you onto his lap. His faint musk mixed with the light florals of your products and you inhaled deeply. He smelled nice.

You resumed stroking his face, bringing another hand up to pet his hair. Pleased, Blue settled again. He was like a cat, you realized fondly. A big, fussy cat.

A warm, calm silence blanketed you both. The lighter had gone out and the room was engulfed in darkness. Blue tensed - was he scared of the dark? - and you hummed into his shoulder. The soft vibration soothed him. His skin was warm and soft. You slowly removed your hands from his hair and murmured reassurances when he huffed in dissent. Your hands found his and pulled the rings off of his fingers.

Blue grunted, retracting from your grip.

'It's okay, I won't take them," you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. After a moment, he relented, and you massaged his empty hands. His palms were calloused and gritty from work. Your smaller ones traced the veins on the back of his hand.

Your cheek was pressed against his sternum, and a weight dropped on your shoulder. His head, you assumed, finally overcome with exhaustion. You were, essentially, trapped, tucked in his lap with your back to the door and his legs folded around you. It was...not the most comfortable, but you prevailed.

Your fingers laced with his and you pressed your nose into his shirt, inhaling deeply. It was nice to be held. Without the expectation of something else, or the assumption that it was all for cash. Just...existing, in a quiet little room where nothing but the beat of your hearts could be heard.

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Miguel O'hara:

Mi Luz - fluff, slow burn 

T minus 10 (pt 1) - series, ongoing, enemies to lovers 

T Minus 10 pt 2

T Minus 10 pt 3

Nathan Bateman:

Deal With It - fluff, sass (gn reader)

Patient - blurb

here, kitty kitty - fluff, cuddles

One fish, Two fish - fluff, coworkers to lovers (genderless)

So soft - fluff, blurb (fem)

Poe Dameron:

Snack - fluff, funny (gn reader)

Playing Favorites (1) - hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers (fem reader)

Playing Favorites (2) - feels, enemies to lovers 

Playing Favorites (3) (coming soon)

Moon Knight (all three)

Clever Boy - fluff, mostly Steven but a bit of Marc, no Jake :( sorry (gn reader)

Duke Leto

Strategy - smut (fem)

Blue Jones:

Skincare - fluff (gn but reader has long hair so idk)

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Beck and Call

okay so let me explain

actually no don't look at me

well

yeah no.

cw: sex. yeah. blue is blue, condescending, minimal aftercare but it's more like before-care (?) idk. 18+, themes of d/s relationship. consensual and no pain play or anything it's pretty vanilla.

Everybody knew Blue played favorites. The list changed but he always preferred one over the other. If he was bored, he'd pit you against each other with a petty comment, like Myspace in 2006. But no matter how many times girls would tussle and bite for top dog, he had his favorite.

You did nothing to warrant the attention. Nothing exceptional, but you did the work and smiled and danced like anyone else. Still, you were at his beck and call. He'd go so far as to interrupt your session with another client, barging in and pulling you off the man's dick so you could warm him for a while.

Your feet had gone numb from dangling off the edges of his chair. Blue had settled you on his lap, chest to chest. He'd unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt so you could lay against his warm skin. It had been....a while. An hour at least. You'd fallen asleep with your hands fisted gently in his lapels.

An achy, dull warmth poked through the calm quiet of your nap. It prickled and stung like the afternoon heat of July. A thin sheen of sticky sweat had gathered on your thighs. You wanted to move; to shift off his stiff cock and relieve yourself with a stranger.

Blue had specifically told you not to, so you were stuck. A low whine left your lips as you tried to shift as subtly as possible. The hot stickiness was uncomfortable and you needed something. Blue's hand, securely over your ass, grabbed harder.

"Behave," he murmured, still reviewing some stupid report from a client. He never had this much paperwork.

You fussed quietly, squirming under his strong grip. Blue relented to let you pull off your sleep shirt, grinning like a Cheshire cat when your skin shone in the low light. Your soft tits pressed against him as you settled, the cool air a reprieve against your agitated back.

Waves of want were making your folds flutter delicately, weeping onto the silk of his pants. You pressed your nose deep against his collarbone, hoping the heady smell of his cologne would ease the ache. If anything, it made it worse.

Blue hissed in warning when your leg accidentally twitched, squeezing his cock. You mewled in apology. You hadn't meant to, but the overflowing adrenaline was beginning to work against you. His jaw flexed overhead, an exhale ruffling the hair atop your head.

"In a minute, pet," he drawled. He ran his fingers idly up your spine, rubbing gently on your neck.

You shivered again, squeezing his hips with your thighs. Your grip was wrinkling his suit jacket - he'd be pissed later - but the waiting was torturous. You felt like honey had been poured all over you and seeped into your skin. Sticky, warm, sweet dripping out of your veins and between your legs. Your gummy walls had molded to him by now, the slight, constant shifting rubbing the nerves raw.

It was like having the worst bug bite of your life and scratching everywhere but the hotspot. Blue knew, of course, but he liked you like this. Eyes wide, lips still slack with sleep, warmth emanating from your bones. Needing nothing but him.

And wonderfully tight and wet on the inside. He could truthfully sit like this forever.

But that would ruin his second favorite way to enjoy you.

You yelped, curling against him as he dropped his feet from the desk, cock shifting inside to brush there. You could feel him groan pleasantly, the vibration humming through your cheek.

His hands gripped your elbows and eased you out of the locking grip you had around him.

"Not gonna drop you, sugar, lay off."

An impatient huff ruffled his collar as you pouted wetly, eyes glistening.

"Blue," you pleaded, rocking against his hips. Immediately you shuddered and nestled closer, whining at the pleasure. Blue snorted, leaning back to let you get off. He didn't even have to do anything.

You kept your face in his neck - shy little pet, poor thing - as you rocked and moaned, shivering around his girth.

The constant stimulation of the last hour had made you more sensitive than you could bear. Every drag of his cock on your walls tore another moan, louder and more desperate that the one before. Slick dripped and smeared across his clothes.

Blue was swallowing down his own moans, grabbing the arms of his chair for support. He felt like he'd been given the strongest dose of something, but his eyes were heavy and your cunt was soft and tight and oh holy fffu-

You almost fell onto his desk, bucking with the sudden onslaught of a climax. He watched, amazed, as you overstimulated yourself, sloppily thrusting and rubbing over his weeping cock.

"You need it that ba-ahd, sweetheart ah fuck-" He stuttered around a groan, legs twitching as you furiously kept riding him. Your pupils, blown out and lustful, gazed up at him under watery lashes.

"Yeah? Okay, okay," Blue grabbed your hips and rammed up hard. You shrieked, puffy clit dripping from the sharp thrusts.

This was his favorite way to have you. Whining and crying and unable to control yourself, almost pounding yourself to bits against the edge of his desk.

Blue couldn't stand up anymore, the sharp splintering pleasure numbing his calves and sending bouts of shivers through his thighs. He shuddered to the floor, still pounding into your mess.

more more more more please please Blue more

Your words were mumbled and slurred but you needed more. He'd finally scratched the bite, and the mind-numbing pleasure was coupled with a need to keep rubbing and thrusting and

"Ah!"

You arched violently, hands scrabbling for purchase on the stony floor. Blue stuttered his pace, breathing a laugh as he pulled you up, thrusting you against the wall. Your moans were punched by every roll of his hips, tears streaming and mascara smudged to oblivion.

"Good job, pet, good girl," he cooed, garbling into a moan. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he pounded you faster. A slick, wet sound was echoing in his office. Your thighs burned from the way he caged you against a wall, but it was nothing like the burning need to come and never stop.

He leaned forward and sucked at your tits, nuzzling into the plush warmth. His lips were hot and wet and you arched closer. Blue groaned, suckling bruises across your tummy greedily.

The prickling heat was an inferno, blazing in your lower belly. A new sensation was beginning to coil, and you urged him faster.

please please

He obliged, rutting harshly, his hand snaking down you pinch your clit.

please please

You were so close, you could feel the fingers of your orgasm closing around your throat, choking a yell out of you.

Convulsing against Blue's sweaty chest, you bucked and wailed as he finally hit just right just there yes god oh oh oh

He shushed you, pressing a hand over your mouth and licking your neck, trying to calm your seizing limbs.

Hush, hush don't disrupt the show, baby, good girl, stay quiet- Blue's teeth had latched under your ear and he was rabidly rutting against your pelvic bone, drawing hiccupping sobs from your raw throat. He needed- he needed to cum he needed more...

"Shh, baby," he moaned, "I know, almost done, almostttffuck-"

He shoved in deep, stroking a tenderly sore bit that made your pink, puffy cunt weep another wave of slick. Blue was panting, small whimpers and groans as your cunt contracted in the aftershocks, fluttering and pulsing with your erratic heartbeat.

Every nerve was on fire. You could feel every dust mote and drop of sweat on your skin. too much too much off please

"Blue..." You whined softly, squirming out of his hold. He grunted and shifted off. The sensation of his thick, soft length leaving your cunt was achy and wet. Blue sat back, still coming back to his body. He watched, enraptured, as your folds twitched and glistened with his spend.

The floor was cold, cooling sweat leaving uncomfortably sticky puddles on your chest and arms. Gooseflesh prickled on your back.

Mindlessly, Blue tossed his jacket over you and reached in his desk. He rifled around in a drawer before producing a cloth.

A gentle prodding between your legs set your oversensitive clit alight and you yowled, wriggling away from his hand.

His empty palm firmly smacked your ass. "Quit," he chastised. "I'm cleaning you up." He gently pried your thighs apart and blew coolly over your messy cunt.

"Teasing's over, promise. You did good, dearest." That gentle tone was back, molding your fragile mind into a purring, contented mush. You lay back and let him rub your legs back into feeling. A comfortable warmth was over you now. The scent of him wafting off of his jacket was like a caress over your sensitive skin.

Endorphins had pounded your brain into nothing. Hazy pleasure filled your mind like cotton.

You were jostled and coddled against his chest, before being gently lifted. Blue's heart was still jumping against his ribs, and you smiled, feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm. Your lips sucked gentle kisses onto his shoulder.

His hand patted your head, stroking your hair as he made his way back to his quarters. You could feel his soft length against your leg, momentarily bewildered that he hadn't buttoned up his pants. But the numbing wave of pleasure washed that thought away, and any other that followed.

Syrupy sleep dragged you under, weak and trembling. The rasp of silk sheets and then darkness as you dozed.

He'd be back soon, your nervous heart soothed, he'll come back.

Blue draped himself momentarily over you, breathing your warm scent in deep. His cock twitched in interest. Straightening, Blue rolled his shoulders and swiftly changed his ruined clothes, setting his watch for two hours.

God, he couldn't wait.

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pride headcanons for o.i characters

Steven Grant: pan. falls in love really easily and despite seeming inexperienced is actually hella chill with every orientation. probably has books and research stuff about it to make his partner comfortable. has flags in flat.

Marc: bicurious, has had crushes and thought about experimenting, but the military kinda screwed that up. He's open though. also i feel like he's especially protective of gendercurious folks. like he understands the dangers and makes an extra effort to provide support.

Jake: ally fs but straight. if one of his headmates likes a dude/is in a non hetero relationship he's chill, but he makes sure not to impede or make anybody uncomfy. has a pride bumper sticker that says 'i use homophobes as speed bumps.'

Blue: just likes getting fucked. Very open to sexual experimentation and Does Not Care what orientation or gender his partner is. Aromantic i think he just doesn't feel a need for touchy-feely. He doesn't label it.

Nathan: cishet but has definitely experimented. just to see what it's like. Very curious if his friends or partner is not straight and likes to research.

santi: i like the ftm vibe that has arisen. checks out for me. Chill, def a Pride Dad. not very open about it but goes to pride events as a stand in parent for any little kids. has pride tattoos somewhere.

poe dameron: the Most bisexual disaster i've ever seen omg he will flirt with anybody. aggressively bisexual and is a huge ally for anybody. likes having sleepovers and doing pride parties.

cecil: straight but has experimented. I think he is cishet but wants attentiom from anybody. mistook his buddy's weed afterglow for arousal once but that's the extent of his knowledge.

william: gives off homophobic vibes tbh idk what to say abt him. hella closeted/internal homophobia.

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Tailor Made

summary: reader is a costume designer for the Lennox House club, and Blue needs a new suit.

blue jones x reader

no smut, fluff, tension, pining, blue being blue, suggestive content but nothing explicit.

pro tip - highly recommend listening to tailor asmr or ambient asmr

He needed a new suit. Gorski had a theme for the performance tonight, and the suit jacket he had wasn't quite the right shade of red. Usually, Blue didn't wear his suits more than once, but he'd keep the ones he liked.

Sighing, he pulled on his undershirt and slacks and waltzed towards the fitting rooms. Tedious, tedious, he griped, to fuckin' stand there and pretend to be interested while the elderly seamstress held up different fabrics. He couldn't even smoke.

Blue rapped his knuckles on the door and shoved it open, snapping to get somebody's attention. The hanging racks were glimmering with the finished costumes for the girls tonight.

Cabernet red with gold and pearls. Apparently his suit was 'Merlot' and that wasn't the same.

"Bullshit," he grumbled, adjusting his collar. The designer, who, come to think of it, he'd never known the name of, walked stiffly over and looked him up and down.

"What?" She said flatly, "I'm in the middle of sewing fifty ruffled skirts, it's gonna have to wait."

Blue's jaw ticked. He never liked her attitude. "I don't like waiting," he snapped, "I need a jacket and a pocket square. Cabernet red," he added, like he gave a fuck.

The woman sighed, checking her watch for dramatic effect, and nodded to the back. "You'll be fitted with Darling. Now get out of my shop," she ordered. Blue curled his lip, smacking her ass as he passed. The nerve of that woman. He should have replaced her.

Darling. He didn't remember a Darling. Hopefully she was faster than her boss - she couldn't spend less than an hour just taking measurements.

"Hey," he called into the next room, "I need a-"

oh.

"Hello," he purred, looking at the girl standing over a pile of silk. He'd never seen you before. You stared at him, frozen like a deer in headlights. Your expression was wary, lips pinched and hands curled protectively over your chest.

"You must be Darling, yes?" His hooded eyes appraised you slowly, examining every lock of hair. You nodded slowly.

'Have...have I done something?" You asked quietly, eyes large and dewy. Oh, you'd be fun.

"Hm..." he pretended to think about it, reveling in the way your lips began to tremble.

"No. But I do need a jacket, so let's get to it," he grinned, clicking his tongue. You were very well behaved, obediently gathering your things and flicking through a large binder.

"I'll have to measure you," you said softly, "this shouldn't take long." You hovered your hands over his wrists, waiting for permission. He inclined his chin and you raised his arm to get the length of his torso.

"You've got manners," he noted, lips twitching. You nodded bashfully, murmuring thanks. Blue watched you delicately wrap the tape around his chest, then shoulders. Your fingers were light and gentle.

He'd like to fuck you.

But this game was fun, watching you flit around and look at him with your doe eyes. He was tempted to ask for two jackets, just for an excuse to watch you. If he sharpened his tone just enough, you'd reel away and school yourself demurely, then continue with another air of obedience.

Like a little bunny, Blue thought with a chuckle. You were fitting his collar, lips pinched in focus, when he couldn't resist the urge to stroke your cheek.

You froze, hands stuck on his lapels. You didn't move away, rigid with terror. He preened with the effect he had.

"Scared, bunny?" he murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He paused, thumb caressing the shell. The soft sugary smell of your soap was enticing, and he leaned closer.

Your swallow was audible. "No, Mr. Jones," you whispered. He grinned, teeth glittering in the low light.

"Blue, please," he drawled, patting your cheek and leaning back. He could see the relief on your face, your shoulders slumping and a slow exhale from your rigid posture. That was good. You were being very good - he had a mind to make you a role model for the dancers. In these days he could hardly keep them in line. It was a relief to know he hadn't lost his touch.

You nodded dutifully and finished his measurements. His jacket was done in two hours, as he watched greedily from the corner. He was content to watch you all night, the way your curves showed through the drape of your dress. Everything about you was soft and innocent and he so wanted to grab a handful and break

No. No, he didn't want to break you. Then he couldn't play anymore. But he did want a taste. You would occasionally make eye contact with him, and he'd do a little smirk. As the hours went on, you got more and more relaxed, coming up to him with a question or comparing velvet to crushed velvet.

While your melodic voice was explaining the different colors, he was not listening at all. Frankly, he didn't care what color it was, they all looked the same. But he'd stand there all fuckin' night if it meant you'd keep talking and absently touching his back.

He was vaguely disappointed when you finished. You draped the coat over over his shoulders and nodded, straightening his tie and smiling to yourself. Blue stuffed his hands in his pockets to refrain from grabbing your face and kissing you stupid.

The show would start in an hour, so he slipped out, grinning like a fox. He liked his new toy.

And he played with you any chance he got. Did he need a new suit three times a week? No. Did he go to get fitted three times a week? You bet your ass he did.

It was by the eighth visit that you'd begun to enjoy your appointments. He could see it in your eyes, the sparkle that would appear when he sauntered through the door. The flinching had stopped and your voice was stronger. He'd touch you innocently, but inside he was purring with pride.

He could do whatever he wanted and you'd obey without question.

Blue was admiring your ass in a skirt when he realized you'd asked him a question.

"Hm?" he asked, still glued to your supple legs.

"Do you want a matching tie or not?"

What he really wanted was to run his mouth all over you and shove you in his pocket so he didn't have to share. Fuck the tie. Better yet, fuck him.

"Sure, honey," he said, folding his arms. "Whatever you think."

You'd smiled at him that time.

The next time, though, was different. The door, for one, was locked when he arrived. Already in a bad mood, Blue knocked firmly. He was, to his knowledge, the only one who went to you. Were you out?

"Darling," he called through the door.

It creaked open to reveal you with pincushion in hand. And another man with his back to the door. Blue slowly looked between you. You recognized the dark glimmer in his eyes and shrank away.

"No, don't hide, pet," he cooed, patting your cheek. His gaze was still stabbing the new guy in the back.

"Who's your friend?"

The man turned and averted his gaze respectfully. He was in his undershirt, presumably getting a new button-down. Blue had never been undressed that far. You looked away when his sleeves were rolled above his elbows.

Ah, so a special friend. Blue grinned, all teeth and malice. "I don't think we've met," he seethed, grip tightening on your face. Your lips wobbled.

The man straightened. "I'm a new patron," he said airily, "Madame Gorski recommended your little tailor here. Pretty thing, ain't she?"

Blue's fist cracked across his nose, sending him into the wall. You clapped your palm over your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut. You knew his temper was out of control.

The man howled, steadying himself against the wall in time for Blue to grab his neck and shove him out the door. "I don't wanna see you again," he growled, "not near her and not without me."

He slammed the door shut, chest heaving. The adrenaline of his scuffle sent his heart racing. Blue rolled his shoulders, trying to shake himself of the hot rage burning his veins.

He'd been so naive to think you'd be well behaved forever. Breathing deeply, he turned to face you, grin sharp as a blade. You were cowering in the corner.

"I thought this was an exclusive establishment," he said softly, anger bubbling under the surface. "I thought we had an arrangement." You were trying to press yourself into the scraps of satin as he stalked closer, hands flexing. You were mumbling apologies, breaths getting faster and faster.

His toes were touching yours, looking down in contempt. Your large eyes were teary and shaken.

"Poor little Darling," he pouted in false sympathy, "got a little greedy, didn't she?" You shook your head violently. Blue raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly.

"Yes," he said sternly, "yes she did." Catching his venomous tone, you slowly corrected yourself, nodding uncertainly. He smirked.

"Say it, bunny."

"I was greedy," you stuttered, trying to steady your voice. He leaned closer, dark eyes narrowed.

"What was that? Don't be rude, sugar, I know you have manners."

"I-I was greedy, Mr. Jones." Your cheeks were hot with shame and glittering tears ran tracks down your face. He cocked his head, dangerous gaze still locked on you.

"Will it happen again?"

You shook your head again, sniffling.

"From the top." He sat back pridefully, gloating in your embarrassment. Hiccupping, you wiped your eyes.

"I-I was greedy, Mr. Jones, i-it won't happen again," you said, keeping your chin up. You bit your lip against another sob, looking to him for approval.

"Good girl," he murmured, patting your face. "Not so hard, huh?" He leaned closer like one might approach a feral cat, still stroking your cheek. "No more tears, honey," he wiped them from under your eyes. "Don't stain the silk."

You nodded apologetically, avoiding his gaze. Gently, he angled your chin up to look at him. If it had been any other girl, he'd have you on your knees, but the hardwood would bruise you. Doll-like in your appearance, he was afraid to break you.

"You've done such a lovely job, darling," he murmured, leaning in to inhale your soap. That jittery shyness was shining through again, and he rubbed your shoulder caringly. "Don't be shy now, you were making such progress."

You looked at him imploringly, searching for the hidden meaning. Finding his eyes glassy and soft, you leaned in. Blue felt a rush of pride at your compliance, petting your hair and kissing your jaw. The cold metal of his jewelry warmed against your heated skin. His hands were rough in contrast to your dewy complexion. As his attention continued, the apprehension slowly left your body. Your head was tucked into his shoulder. Your eyes were soft and sleepy, completely at his mercy.

"Lay on my lap, darling," he whispered, arranging your legs over his. He was throbbing with need but the moment felt too delicate to pop just yet. Fabric rustled under his legs as you moved, trying to get comfortable.

"Did...did you need something?" you whispered into his collar. "I thought you wanted something to wear."

Blue traced your shoulder blades thoughtfully. "Mmm, I might've," he pondered, "but I think I prefer this." With great control, he gently patted your ass. It was too much. The vanilla smell was everywhere, and you were completely without restraint. He could do whatever he wanted...

Don't break her yet, he reminded himself, sucking a mark into your neck. You keened and sat closer, giving him access to your neck.

His gaze darkened. Later.

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OBSESSED with the way you write blue jones actually these are the fics have me going “god he’s the fucking worst” while giggling and twirling my hair. he sucks so bad and he is my favoritest guy ever. i do have a request/question: do you think he’d be Weird about a girl around his height/taller than him (especially since those club outfits Demand heels)

No, actually, I do not. I think he would like having a tall gf because he is a Little Man. I think he would approach it like worship, as in he just sits on the floor and beams up at her and bats his eyelashes while his tummy is doing somersaults because !! She's so tall and pretty and he can smush his face in her chest and hug her like a koala.

Not that he would do that in front of other people because he still needs to be scary.

He'd be very proud to have a tall gf because she has so much power and goddess energy and he can sit there and gloat like all for me look at all that lovely woman and she's all mine

I think Blue prefers tall women. He seems like he enjoys smaller, docile girls but I think he l o v e s having somebody that can exude power over him. Badass, strong tall women have his heart forever. He is intimidated x100 but hella into it.

(nsfw)

maybe not a pain kink but def a degradation kink. If you demean him and talk to him in a baby voice he'll get so unbelievably hard. Especially when he knows you are stronger/have more power over him. Huge turn on. Won't admit it but his favorite part is when he can curl up in your lap and get some head scratches afterward as a reward.

has an oral fixation, will kiss any part of you in reach (even if he can't reach your mouth, he's perfectly content to suck on your neck or shoulder)

has an insane temper, but if you stroke his head or put your hand on his back he is immediately relaxed

gets frustrated when he's needy so he'll throw temper tantrums until you suck him off or give him any shred of attention.

worships you as I said above - hopelessly devoted to taking care of you. You have him wrapped around your finger.

He would absolutely ask his gf to fuck him in heels. The highest, sharpest stilettos imaginable. Makes him feel small and wanted and absolutely wrecked.

Sometimes I think he likes to have a bit of a lift over you so he might put platforms in his boots (shush it's a secret) because he likes to have the ego boost around other men. But in private he's just a little baby Blue.

i kinda wanna write a fic about it now (although I am Short so idk if I can correctly describe it oh well)

tags: @krakenkitty @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @twwcs @ominoose

misc headcanons for oscar isaac characters

ta da. sfw and nsfw but nothing terribly explicit. (There'll be a divider before the horny stuff)

Miguel O'Hara

Likes to cook. Idk but I think he likes meal planning and looking up recipes and stuff. Needs to eat a lot because he big and strong so y'know.

If his gf bakes and cooks? Mans is in love

Sweet tooth (fang?). Drinks those sugary Starbucks drinks but he pours them in a thermos so nobody can tell. His favorite are pink drinks, pumpkin spice lattes and vanilla chai. Coffee gives him a tummy ache.

Scared of the dark. Inconvenient bc he has so much light sensitivity but I think pitch darkness makes him nervous. He has a weighted blanket to help.

WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU GAVE HIM A BACK RUB. His muscles are Fucked. Add some lavender oil and he is purring.

Needs a stress toy. Nice if it's you-shaped. Or if it's you. You're nice to hold, what about it?

nsfw

we know about the breeding thing. we get it.

but i think another thing he has is a neediness kink. Like he wants you all over him all the time.

For this reason, he will edge you to oblivion every morning and lunch break he has so that you'll be on the floor for him whenever he needs.

Likes to hold your tits. Kinda like a stress ball.

What? They're soft, warm and perfectly shaped for his palm. And you make the prettiest noises...

I don't think he's that possessive tbh. He's not the kind of guy to make a big fuss about 'marking you up' and all that. He likes the secrecy of giving hickeys beneath your neckline.

cockwarming KING. He's developed an addiction; he can't focus on work without it. Will paw you into his lap for hours. You're used to it, you can sit patiently. He never leaves you high and dry.

Miguel will suckle on your neck like a piece of candy and just. zone out.

ORAL FIXATION ORAL FIXATION BEEP BEEP HELLO. Needs something of yours in his mouth always. Hand, fingers, mouth, jaw, neck, tits, ass, pussy, thighs, literally whatever. He'll lay his head in your lap and suck kisses into your tummy while he watches a movie. you taste good and it gives him something to do. Melts his brain into goop.

Marc Spector

Very minimalist but loves having little pieces of you around his apartment. A picture taped to the fridge, pieces of art hung above the sofa, your favorite color painted in the bedroom...nothing extreme, just things he can look at and smile.

Best dad. 100%. Has pictures of your kids in his wallet, phone lock screen, gets a tattoo of baby's first drawing, art projects on the fridge, goes to every parent conference.

Girl dad.

His favorite thing to do with you is go on walks. The fresh air is nice, he can hold your hand, maybe get some coffee. Even though he doesn't have a dog, Marc likes watching them play. Favorite breed is a bernedoodle. don't ask me why. it just is.

Plus, in the winter your nose gets cold and then he has an excuse to kiss your face.

Not a PDA kinda dude but needs physical touch to stay grounded. You will often link pinkies or bump elbows.

Has an essential oil collection. it helps him sleep.

NAPS. Naps everywhere; loves to cuddle you against the couch and sleep for hours. Doesn't mind wasting time as long as you wake up together.

(nsfw)

missionary guy or reverse cowgirl. Likes to watch your soul ascend to heaven.

Not great at personal boundaries; will fuck himself to overstim if it means you are having a good time. Steven will be seizing from aftershocks in the headspace and Marc will be going for round 5.

Aftercare is a learning curve but he is all for making you feel better.

Bath sex? Bath sex. Likes the warm water, your hair smells divine, it's easy clean-up. And you're so fucked out he can snuggle you to death in the warm blankets afterward. Perfect combo.

He wakes up too early for morning sessions but if there's naptime during the day he is 100% waking you up with an orgasm.

Very attentive to all the good tricks. Has a methodical process of mouth, fingers, cock, mouth. Rinse and repeat.

Cleans you up orally. Actually I don't think oral is his favorite to receive or give. He's a whole nine yards. Proper fucking.

Not a fan of quickies. Either you set aside two hours in your schedule or he forcibly sets aside two hours. No broom closets for him.

Steven Grant

has the best sense of humor.

is on tumblr. like he has to have a blog dedicated to Egyptology fun facts and shitposts. Gets SO excited anytime somebody reads/likes/reblogs his posts. Literally makes his day.

Not very artistic but likes going to art museums. Fun date idea too, you can play guessing games about the subjects and the titles.

I think he has a dirty sense of humor. Will give you a side-eye and an eyebrow wiggle anytime someone says something remotely suggestive. He makes himself laugh so hard he steps into the hall so he won't interrupt the meeting.

Likes old music - Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole. Steven will 100% dance with you in the kitchen to Elvis. Hums it to himself so he'll fall asleep.

Writes love notes! He loves the blush on your face when you read them and he will do anything to make you smile. Has a dedicated pad of sticky notes in his desk for this purpose.

Kisses are his love language. He needs to stim with his hands so hand-holding is ehh, but cheek and forehead kisses make his heart explode. Will purposefully press his face against your lips to hint he wants attention.

Will kiss you while you're talking because he's so in love.

(nsfw)

munch.

has discovered it's the easiest way to make you cum and therefore will do it for hours. I think his stamina is astounding so he can hold himself off for a hot minute while you melt from pleasure.

Loud. very, very loud. You've gotten used to it and use it to your advantage if he's in the mood for d/s.

Doesn't like being degraded but DOES like being told what to do (nicely). You could get him to eat meat if you suck him off well enough.

Needs aftercare. Specifically words of affirmation, especially if you've dommed him. Might need a break from physical touch if he's really overstimulated, so you just sit beside him and murmur comforting things to him until he mellows out.

A switch but prefers bottoming.

pull his hair. it makes him so hard he starts crying. especially with some neck scratches??? baby he's not gonna last.

Feels bad for making a mess. Don't worry! he'll clean it up for you. With his mouth.

Jake Lockley

Sings you to sleep in Spanish.

Likes telling stories and jokes. Does the best impressions, insane talent at accents (probably because of Steven).

He'll pack up a bag of snacks and drive to somewhere to watch the sunrise with you. Don't worry he'll grab a blanket to hold you in his lap if you fall asleep.

Does not have road rage somehow. Marc will be screaming his head off and Jake will be that Javi Gutierrez car meme.

Brakes to watch animals cross the road. Doesn't care if it holds up traffic.

Like Miguel, loves to cook and eat. If you can bake him chocolate muffins? He'll marry you on the spot.

Chocolate whore. Eats chocolate every day, has a secret stash in his glovebox. Easy bribing method.

The Best Kisser. Knows exactly when you need it, where, how intense. Softest lips ever (sponsored by cherry flavored chapstick) and loves to leave hickeys.

(nsfw)

wines and dines you like a gentleman but whispers the filthiest words in your ear the whole time.

fucks you with The Gloves on. Then he can have a little bit of you with him at work ;)

Can only do one or two rounds but those sessions go hard.

Thick strokes. Does that make sense? Like, uses his whole body to fuck into you. Not fast, but powerful. You cannot walk ever when he's done. Neither can he, truthfully.

goes feral when you wear perfume. You are not leaving the house wearing that or smelling that good. Unless you let him have a taste.

Has a 'ring the bell for sex'.

King John

whiny whiny whiny little man. Pouts if he doesn't receive a good morning and a good night kiss.

Gives you lavish gifts all the time. Will treasure whatever you give him. Clothing? he'll wear it every day. Jewelry? Glimmering for all to see.

Is actually really insecure. Is shy about it but asks for your opinion when making decisions in the kingdom. His cabinet makes fun of him but he genuinely wants to hear your opinion.

Likes smart women. Will gaze at you lovingly while you ramble about various topics you enjoy.

Hates getting sick. Is the biggest baby, doesn't like throwing up or needing somebody to take care of him. Unless it's you, in which he'll gladly lay in your lap while you sponge his forehead.

If you take care of him, he'll purposefully stand in front of the fire longer than necessary to trick you into thinking he's feverish.

You see right through him, but you let him have his fun.

Likes games and puzzles. If he had access to Wordle he'd be religiously addicted to it. not sure why but I think he just likes being good at things and bragging about it.

Needs compliments to survive.

(nsfw)

exhibitionist. Would fuck you during a council meeting if it didn't make you cry with embarrassment.

Keeps you in his bedchambers when he really really needs you. Will just come in every few hours, fuck you silly, peck your cheek and do it again later.

Doesn't really want kids but makes a huge deal of 'wanting an heir' to excuse his rampant horniness.

Masturbates frequently. If you're gone for an extended period it's every day.

Tit guy. Sucks, fondles, gropes, nuzzles them every chance he gets. He buys you dresses that lace in the front so he has easier access in a quickie.

Quiet during sex but loves it when you're loud. Edges you until he can't take it and eats you out for hours. Doesn't care who hears, what are they gonna do about it? He's the king, he can fuck his wife when he wants.

Blue Jones (Club)

Brat. Loud, brash, sassy for attention. Enjoys getting ready, the Most extra when it comes to self-care. Skincare, spa day, makeup. You'll never catch him with unmanicured nails.

Misses being onstage. Sometimes he'll put on a record and do a quick number in his room, reminiscing.

Feels embarrassed about having romantic feels. He thinks it's bad and he's dying, so he'll do nothing about it unless you confess first.

Physical touch is a love language. Not necessarily suggestive, just shoulder rubs or a hand on his arm, or your cheek resting against his. does wonders for his anxiety.

Sarcastic but will cry if you insult him back.

Scared of the dark, sleeps with a handler by the door and wrapped around you so tight you have a hard time breathing.

Gets nightmares and needs a hug sometimes.

(nsfw)

kinky bastard.

Hella open to new things, openly asks patrons for bedroom ideas and then will run back to his room with excitement.

So far his favorites are spanking, rimming, restraints, and sixty nine.

Needs a blowjob to function tbh. He gets so noisy that you've sewn a specific silk gag for him to wear when you're sucking him off or he'll wake the building.

Tears holes in his pants because he's so eager to undress and get inside you. He'll fuck fast and rough, against a desk or table.

Ass guy. Spanks you while he fucks you, loves watching it bounce. He'll cum from seeing your folds flutter while he takes you fro behind.

Doggy/anything without eye contact. He's really not into intimacy.

Friends with benefits for sure.

Cecil Dennis

lovesick puppy. Obsesses over you, all of his bong dreams are about you.

Texts and calls you every minute of the day. Asks you stupid questions just so you'll talk to him.

Even though he has no money, he tries to put effort into his dates. Even if it's just take out, you love the intention and give him a kiss as a reward.

Supportive of you 100%. Can't take him clothes shopping cause he'll say yes to everything.

Really likes sundresses though. Really really really.

He'll share his playlists and movies recs with you as a way of showing his love. He makes cassettes for you with voice messages recorded on to them.

Keeps a Polaroid of you in his car to kiss when he misses you. Sobs when he drops it in a puddle so you hold him and promise to take a new one. This time he remembers to laminate it.

Will tattoo your name on his arm, which you think is stupid but he looks so genuinely in love and desperate for reciprocation that you just smile and hug him.

(nsfw)

no refractory period because he cums so fast. He Cannot be edged because it won't work.

accidental stimulation will send him over the edge; if he's high and the seam of his pants is rubbing the right way? moaning and biting into a pillow while he humps himself on the couch.

Horny in an instant. You'll look at him a certain way and bam.

Sundresses, his favorite. He can grope all he wants, let his hands wander on the soft fabric. any white stains will blend in with the pastel print...

Nathan Bateman

Is an asshole but is self aware. when he drinks a lot, he feels really bad about it and overthinks every interaction he's ever had.

Prefers smoking weed to drinking but he doesn't like the smell. Has gummies in his desk for emergencies.

Secretly likes the great british baking show. Watches it with you when he needs a break or when you ask him nicely.

Prefers curvy partners. I think he likes having extra to hold and the softness of another person because it's so human.

Not an asshole about standards. Body hair, cellulite, whatever. he's spent so much time with androids that real people are beautiful in all ways.

Really wants a dog. You get him one for christmas and he takes it everywhere, sometimes talking to it about his projects in that adorable baby voice. There's a recording somewhere that you have stored for blackmail. He names it Boop.

(nsfw)

BDSM. Soft dom but enjoys bondage specifically.

Pegging is totally his thing. Likes shutting his mind off for a while.

Will design the perfect vibrator for you and watch you get off for hours. Nothing feeds his ego more.

No breeding kink but likes filling you. Will cockwarm after so that he can make sure you take it all and nothing makes a mess.

Will use your mouth while he works to 'keep the blood flow going.' Sometimes he gets a bit too distracted and ends up fucking your mouth until he's whimpering.

yes, he whimpers. He'll hide his face in your neck but you still hear it.

Poe Dameron

ADHD. Has fidget toys in his X-Wing when shifts are boring. BB-8 is programmed to play binaural ambience or music to chill him out when he's stressed.

A real music geek I think. His favorite part of going to other planets is standing in cantinas and listening to the different genres.

For a great pilot I imagine he's a terrible driver. Passenger princess. Likes snacks, picking the playlist, playing with your hair, anything but driving. If it can't fly he doesn't want anything to do with it.

The best gift-giver. Has a list on his tablet about all the snacks you like, your TBR books to buy, any movies you wanna go see, he knows Everything. And he goes all out. None of that store-bought flower shit, not him.

Does all the cliche couple stuff. Matching PJs are his favorite because he can steal your clothes for once and walk around smelling like you. Will wear one of your t-shirts (oversize) under his flight vest so he can sniff the hem and play with the fabric.

Will get couple tattoos. Probably of some stupid joke but he will kiss your tattoo every day when he leaves for work.

(nsfw)

any time, anywhere. Has all the accessible fucking locations memorized and the best times for availability. Will map his schedule around adequate opportunities for a make out session.

Will not leave for a mission without fucking you into the mattress first. If he dies, he wants to die with that memory in his head. And a nice afterglow to ease your grief.

Loves getting head but won't do it because he loses it so fast.

Loves giving head but only does it sometimes because he gets hyperfixated and won't stop until you're screaming with tears.

Really sensory oriented. Loves skin contact, squeezing and kissing and biting. Foreplay is where he shines; he knows all the best places to stroke and pet so that you bend to his will.

Doesn't like dom/sub.

Does like fucking you stupid and then holding you afterward. Aftercare 10/10.

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sick bug - orderly!blue jones

i haven't written any orderly blue jones because he's spooky but i tried! so ta da...

thinking of doing a sickfic series lmk

cw: literally this is like ooc but also...not. idk it's weird. blue behavior, mentions of vomit. fluffy? reader's gender is not specified

There had been a bug going around the bunks. It had started with Hanna, who gave it to Sweet Pea, who gave it to Baby, and on and on until everyone had gotten it at least once. The nurse's office was packed and coughing could be heard echoing in the halls.

Your eyes felt gluey when you woke up that morning. A humming throb sloshed around your head, and it sounded like you were underwater. Sinus pressure gave you an eye twitch.

Great.

Weakly you rolled over, sending the room into cartwheels. You winced, waiting for the dizziness to subside. The throb was stronger, beating in time with your heart.

The bunk room was empty. Shit. An orderly would be in there soon to shove you to breakfast. Just don't be Blue. Please, anyone

A whistling tune grew eerily louder as somebody approached. Ave Maria.

Blue.

You wanted to cry, but the pressure on your eyes only allowed for a pathetic sniffle. The vertigo was so bad you couldn't even sit up. As long as you don't throw up you'll be okay. Just breathe. Hardly. Your nose was stuffed and sandpaper rasped in the back of your throat.

The whistling had stopped but his footsteps were loud. A dim feeling of dread crept up your chest - or was that the nausea?

You could feel him behind you and you curled into a tighter ball.

"Come on, be a good pet and get up," he said loftily, saccharine tone sending shivers down your back. "Good pets get their breakfast."

You went limp in defeat. Breakfast sounded like a terrible idea.

A hand prodded your shoulder, first soft, then firm. Inside you were sobbing, but your face betrayed nothing but slack misery. Maybe if you played dead he'd leave you alone.

Blue whistled lowly and slammed his foot against the frame of your bed. The resulting bang sent splintering pain through your skull. Without the strength to support yourself, you rolled of the edge and collided heavily with the side table.

Your body was in a world of hurt. Not even a gunshot could clear your head. Pain radiated from every joint, and an encroaching fever was burning your insides up. A garbled moan scratched your sore throat and you blinked blearily at the man above you.

"You fuckin' sick too? Goddamn, what the-" muttering, Blue wiped his upper lip and leaned down, pressing harshly against your forehead. His hand was rough but cool, and you leaned forward into the slight comfort. He hissed and reared back.

"Don't."

You shuddered, a wave of nausea crashing into you. With a sudden cough, you spat bile onto the floor, quaking and choking at the sudden reaction. Blue swore and stepped back.

"God fuckin'- hang on, hang on," he swore again and stepped around the puddle, roughly leaning your head forward. "Don't choke on it, it'll get worse." His grip was strong on the back of your throat, and you felt another tide coming in.

He stood behind you, grimacing, until you sagged backwards, exhausted. Your stomach felt better, but the rush of endorphins had worsened the headache. Water, please.

A thick finger crammed into your mouth, clearing out all the sick from behind your tongue. You coughed weakly and grimaced as Blue wiped his hand on the sheets.

"You get any of that in the wrong pipe and you're screwed. Don't move." he stepped over you, face twisted in irritation.

Through a haze of dizziness you saw him disappear down the hall. Your head thumped dejectedly against the bedframe. You whimpered and pressed closer against the cold metal, aching for comfort. A slurry of voices and the smell of saline made you hum but sleep was looking very attractive and-

a warm darkness pulsed against your eyelids, easing the ache in your head. it felt nice. you tried to open your eyes and feel around, but the dark was heavy. your limbs felt shaky and you flopped down. laying here wouldn't be so bad.

oh.

a sliver of white light needled through the center. bright. wow, very bright. brighter brighter

You hiccupped awake, sneezing violently. A different set of papery sheets rustled around your sweaty legs. An IV was jammed in your wrist, the injection site aching red. You'd been put in the farthest bed from anyone else, tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the grimy medical hall.

The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered. You sniffled, wishing for a tissue. At least the sinus pressure had lessened - but now you had a constant drip.

it was cold.

You curled up against the wall, wrapping yourself tight in the thin sheets. The fever was almost preferable, at least your blood hadn't felt frozen solid.

The nausea had also subsided, but your stomach rumbled uneasily. Whimpering, you peeked around the dividing curtain.

A set of beady eyes peeked back. You shrieked and fumbled backwards, hacking and coughing at the sudden burst of noise. Your throat had not recovered, a feeling akin to shredded metal stinging your tongue. Wincing, you wiped your eyes.

Blue raised his eyebrows, one hand parting the curtain.

"Boo," he deadpanned, smirking at your watery eyes. Mouth falling flat again, he slid a tray along the floor. A glass of water and a bowl of something rattled gently along the linoleum.

You stared numbly. It was for you. You were hungry. You should eat. But lead coated your arms and you were content to lie listlessly until unconsciousness swept over you. It was better than being cold, achey and awake.

Blue did not like this plan, evidently. He planted his hands on his hips and raised a dark eyebrow.

"Go on," he urged, "eat."

Your hand twitched, but you settled, favoring sleep. He sighed again and snapped twice.

"Come on, pet, I'm not paid to watch you like a hawk."

So you just do it for fun? You mumbled out an incoherently half-hearted response, wishing he'd leave you to your misery.

He grinned tightly. "Good. Your mouth does work. Now come on, let's go. I got shit to do. Need me to spoon feed you?" He pitched the last part menacingly, voice twisted in mock sympathy.

You sent him what was hopefully a glare but more resembled a pathetic pout.

He huffed and shoved the curtain closed. You sighed at his receding footsteps, closing your eyes.

A sharp grip wrenched under your arms and you yelped, roughly shoved against the wall. Blue glared, pointing a menacing finger.

"Stay."

He pulled up a chair and tossed an empty bowl on your cot. "If you throw up, do it in there. You ruined my last pair of scrubs."

From your cowering position against the wall, you realized he was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Blue grabbed your tray and put it on his lap, then leveled you with an expectant stare.

"Wh..." you wet your lips and tried again. "What're you doing?"

He sighed through his nose. "You wanna act like a baby, you get treated like a baby. Open up, here comes the airplane and all that."

Carefully he spooned up - oatmeal? - and gestured at you to eat. You peered at him, suddenly realizing he was serious.

Glumly, you swallowed a bite and tried not to choke. God, just some water please. Your throat was stuck together like glue. Blue recognized your shaking ribs and tipped the glass to your mouth, carefully making sure he didn't accidentally waterboard you. Once your throat felt clear, you nodded and he spooned up another bite.

You felt like a scolded child being forced to eat your vegetables. Blue's hand was steady on your jaw, holding your weak neck in place. His gaze wasn't...angry, but you still felt uneasy.

He paused halfway through the bowl.

"Gonna puke?"

You thought about it, and shook your head. Grunting, he fed you the last of the bowl and wiped the mess from your cheek. You accepted the rest of your water, finally calm enough to hold it yourself.

Clutching the empty cup to your chest, you watched perplexedly as Blue unfolded a new blanket and tucked it up around your shoulders. He turned your face left and right, feeling your forehead. Satisfied, he sat back and folded his hands in his lap.

You waited for him to say something. Blue stared back, eyes dark and placid. He wasn't angry. Didn't seem very scary either. Tentatively, you placed the glass on the tray and laid down, eyes on him the whole time. You tensed when he shifted, then relaxed when he stayed far away.

"Twitchy little thing, hm?" he remarked drily. You pulled the blanket up to your nose, peering at him with round eyes. His eyebrow twitched.

"I scare you a bit, huh, pet?" He bared his teeth. A glimmering smile came and went across your face.

Blue poked your leg with his toe.

"Do it again, that was funny. Come on, do it." He kept prodding you like a pet snake. You fought a smile and hid your giggle in the folds of cotton. He caught the twinkle in your eye and relented his teasing. You settled against the pillows, eyes heavy.

The lights flickered on and off.

When they flickered, then dipped a few levels dimmer, you went rigid, eyes huge. Blue slid his gaze over to you, head tilted.

"Scared of the dark?" His voice was quiet and silky. You didn't acknowledge him, mentally preparing yourself for the next blink of darkness.

He waited, then shifted closer, eyelashes almost brushing yours.

"Tell you a secret," he whispered. You blinked expectantly, staring into his deep brown irises.

"Promise not to tell?"

You nodded quickly. He smiled, teeth glowing pearly in the dark.

"Me too." His nose gently booped yours, before he leaned back against the rickety chair.

You felt warm at the admission, just a little secret.

The lights blinked again.

He winked, flicking a knife out of his pocket and twirling it in his palm.

"The monster's not gonna get you, pet."

this was not fluffy at all but you delulus are so obsessed you don't even care (it's me i'm delulus) also hilarious i posted my writing schedule and then Did Not follow it.

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A quick Oscar Isaac Doodles

The first time making this. 😭 also this is in my opinion on how I feel they would’ve reacted, feel free to include your own opinion.

(I went to the shops today and I feel so good right now! 🐸)