I saw your among us post and now i humbly come to ask for blue or green as yanderes....that would be so peak...
Among Us: Yandere!Blue x Reader
a/n; focusing on blue for now heh. spoilers warning
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There are so many dynamics you can do with Blue! You may be a victim of their looks and charms, or you may have absolutely no attraction to them whatsoever, or you may also have the same level of their temperament, or somewhere between those.
Either way, rest assured,,, Blue adores you.
They're flexible to everyone's personalities. Emotionally intelligent, kind, attentive... Blue's a smart guy; they'll learn to adapt to you eventually.
I like to think one way you can fluster them is by giving them pet names? :]
Everyday is an act of service from them. Breakfast in bed? Of course, they can't have you missing out on the most important meal of the day! Just let them know if you need anything. Anything at all.
They aren't the jealous possessive type, but they're definitely greedy for your attention. If you're not focused on them enough,, ahh, they really do hate compromising work ethics. Most of the time they don't even realize they are. Silently keeping you within their perfect hands 🤲
However, I do like the idea of them not relating themselves to any sort of work when they're with you. You are their rest.
If you're an impostor . . .
They'll lock you up. Straight UP.
Not only are you a danger to their crew, but they're enamored by you??? A completely new biology that they can learn, and no they won't give you to any other medical individuals. You are only under their care. Blue can't trust them to handle you gently.
Yes, they're a doctor, therefore you need them. But it can be argued that they need you more.
In fact, they won't even deny it. They would tell you themself.
"Hold still." You spoke softly as you grabbed the G6, carefully afraid even breathing on it would cause it to snap in half, leaving your boyfriend probably having a seizure on the ground with no warning.
Okay, maybe you were a tad bit stressed about it.
You turned over to your zoned out boyfriend, it almost seemed like the steam from his hot shower was projecting off his body.
You sighed.
"Blue." You spoke softly and he swiftly turned his head to you, his kind eyes filled with love tracing over your face.
He trusted you so much.
You inhaled as you turned his damp body manually to the side, your nails ghost over his already expired CGM, you grabbed his muscular arm tightly in order to keep it steady.
You applied an appropriate amount of force and pulled out the G6, you hard a sharp inhale of air from his clenched teeth.
"You've been doing this for years, Blue." You tease him, as you grabbed the fresh G6.
"Don't hurt any less!" He argued, his charming accent giving his voice a deep, attractive cadence. You cleaned the previously occupied spot with an antiseptic wipe.
You chuckled, sitting on the couch on your knees. You bit down on your lip hard, in concentration waiting for a familiar CLICK. Like the ones you heard your boyfriend or Dixie do.
"S' not that serious sweetheart." He spoke softly, his eyes softly gazing at you.
"Oh, yes it is!" You argued. "You could have a seizure, or slip into coma. If this doesn't go in." You grunted, finally hearing that familiar CLICK giving your body the feeling of immense relief. You hear a wince from Blue, as he probed at the moniter.
"Oh, you big baby!" You teased hitting him with the manual, softly. A soft sprinkle of water hits you with each motion.
"Least I wasn't stressin'." He mumbled.
You chuckled, as you discarded of all the trash.
"You were brave." You smiled, mockingly as you laid a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled against your lips, as he returned the soft kiss.
You wipe off some transfered droplets off your head and continue to clean up.
Well, you didn't kill your boyfriend! That's a job well done.
I said a while ago I’d make something for Reader working at a bakery because I MYSLEF am staging right now. It’s almost been two months, and my knees are destroying me, so,
Headcanons for Sanses x Reader who has joints trouble because of work!
Under the cut: Sans, Red, Blue, Killer, Dust, Horror, Nightmare.
Classic
* As soon as the pain starts, he notices.
* His eye-lights get sliiiiightly smaller whenever you go for sit down and your knees crackle and pop like glowsticks. When he asks if they hurt, you deny, but still. It sounds painful.
* Still new to this whole ‘humans having skeletons inside them’ thing, but he remembers whenever your joints pop, and the more time passes, the less he’s freaked out.
* At first, he just makes you sit to rest when you’re home, locks you down for cuddles or impromptu movie nights- where you primarily sleep, by the way- but the joints get worse as time goes on, and he’ll start looking more and more into it. If he realizes you re starting to feel pain, he might suggest going to a physiotherapist.
* When he finally sees you’re having trouble walking, he starts looking into pain-relief methods. At one point, he asks Toriel to make you special blends of teas for pain.
* Casually asks you how your knees are doing once a week, but with the teas working, he gradually asks less.
* When he starts working as a scientist on the surface he starts having the same problems, having to be on his feet for longer than he is used to, and tea-time starts turning into bonding time.
Red
* the reason he’s notices is because he comes home earlier than you, working as a mechanic. He listens for your keys, and smiles wider as he hears you come in.
* With time, he actually eavesdrops to get a feeling of how bad your joints are hurting. Sigh means they’re kind of okay, a low hiss means you might need at least two hours of sitting down before actually functioning, and he’s ready for it. Console hooked up, movies prepared, the works.
* The reason he’s not surprised about you actually having bones is because, as soon as he learned humans had skeletons, he started doing the whole “want another one inside you?” joke. Someone stop him. Now.
* Won’t look for remedies within the monster community unless it’s his brother Edge who personally brews up something for you. Has a hard time trusting store-bought medicinals, since the side-effects bother him.
* On one occasion, you went to the bathroom as soon as you came back home and cried. He heard.
* The next morning, your alarm mysteriously went missing, and you slept in. When you woke up, he had answered a call from your boss, painting up this dramatic story of you getting a sprained ankle coming back home.
* He almost got you fired, but you appreciated the gesture and agreed he wouldn’t do it again. Maybe.
Blue
* He’s always on the move, since he’s a police officer, so he knows how hard it can be to have some painful days. With time, he’s grown numb to it, but he soon realizes the adaptability of humans is much, much slower and painful.
* He reads up on stories from older folks and actually gets scared for you.
* Probably the first to actually get you what you need, having Chara always on speed dial and all. Asgore makes the perfect blend of teas for you, as per his request, and even manages to tweak it to your tastes. He might start getting into tea-brewing as well.
* Besides the monster tea helping you, he might start forcing you into doing more exercise. When you tell him you both walk and run enough at your job, he goes “so?”
* Stretch might help you convince him not to make you exercise, but sooner or later he’s going to make you do Yoga.
* Even you don’t know how, but one day you’ll both be stretching and twisting on yoga mats, and you’ll think back to when he let you laze around out of pity and cry.
* “What’s wrong, love? Do your knees hurt?”
* Give him some nasty looks and he might let you skip a lesson or two. Don’t overdo it, or you might desensitize him.
Killer
* Doesn’t take it seriously.
* “Here’s your ‘welcome home’ gift.”
* And it’s a cane. Your favourite wood, nice, decorated rims, and a cleaning kit. “You can’t be serious.”
* You start using it.
* After a couple of weeks, he says you might be an old soul. When you don’t stop using it, he starts taking it seriously. As seriously as he can, anyway.
* He gets you painkillers, makes your cane disappear, and gets you a good pair of shoes. Are they stolen? Probably.
* “I did it for you- because I love you.”, he means it, you know he does, but you remind him he has the money to actually buy them.
* On one particular occasion, he decides he wants to sleep in your room. You don’t deny him, since he rarely decides he wants to sleep together, and you let him in.
* When your alarm rings, you go to get up.
* You can’t.
* His boney, spindly arms are locked in around your torso, and you spend a good half-hour wrestling and laughing until you miss the chance to clock in at work.
* He smiles, satisfied, as he watches you dial your boss’s number. Whether you forgive him or not depends on you.
Dust
* At first, you think he doesn’t care.
* You soon learn he does.
* Painkillers on your nightstand, healing balms, the works.
* One day, you finally see him refill some of the warm band-aids, and decide to confront him.
* “How did you know? Why are you getting me all this?”
* “Papyrus said he noticed you were in pain.” He stays silent for a long time, eye-lights almost completely hidden by his hood. They shift, slowly, until he locks eyes with you. “And you need me”
* From then on, he remains of few words. He sits closer when you can rest on the couch, moves heavier things for you and, for the first time since you met him, he vacuums.
* You’re not ashamed to say you took a few pictures.
* Somewhere close by, Papyrus is celebrating.
Horror
* When your joints start popping, he stares, long and hard. He knew humans had skeletons, since he butchered too many to count, but to hear yours was pleasant, in a way.
* It made you and him alike.
* Your expressions are what alerts him something is wrong.
* “Are you hurt?” The question is slow, quiet, barely audible through the audio coming from the Tv. The screen flickers, and you shrug, sprawled on the couch. “Kind of. Not really.”
* Anyway, he starts picking you up.
* You get home and he’s at the door, ready to carry you around wherever you may need for the next two to three hours. Crooks is happy, seeing his brother moving for a change, and you get to rest your legs enough for them to function again.
* If you don’t want to get picked up, you can tell him. He’ll listen. He’ll hover, but he’ll listen.
* “I’ll carry that for you.” “I can do it.” “You can’t” “I said I can,” “Your knees still hurt.”
* *crack*
* The object is plucked from your hands and you get placed on the couch like you’re made of porcelain. If you try to get up, it’s Crooks who stops you.
* “Please, Human. I Must Ask That You Don’t Ruin This Moment For Me.” He has tears in his eye sockets as Horror takes the laundry basket up the stairs. Crooks hands you monster candy, making a shushing noise. “Alright, alright…”
Nightmare
* The first who notices.
* He feels it in you, the ache that makes that uncomfortable feeling bubble up in your soul.
* Has no issues guessing where the hurt is coming from, and he might try to convince you to quit your job. If he can’t persuade you, he’s certain you’ll change your mind when the pain gets worse.
* Your human stubbornness is what baffles him.
* While you sleep, he tries to massage the pain out of your knees, but with little results.
* If any type of issue arises at work, he’ll try to worm his way into your head to make you hate the place.
* “Why can’t they hire a person to do that? It’s unfair to fill your schedule up with such nonsense, isn’t it?”
* “Hasn’t that issue arisen before? Why haven’t they fixed it?”
* “You really shouldn’t be as tolerant as you are. They’re the ones in the wrong, aren’t they?”
* If you’re with him, you have to be able to draw the line. A simple “I can handle myself,” could do, but it’s gonna be hard to shake him off. He has all the arguments in the world.
* “I love this job.” He remains silent for a second two, three, then speaks, “you do?” “A lot.”
* He caves and gets you monster food that’s suited for injuries and minor traumas. He’s going to be salty about it for a while, so you might need to get onto his good side again.
* Not that it’s hard. I mean, you’re You.
Was I too embarrassed to make such a complicated ask to my favourite writers? Yes. Yes I was. Take this junk and roll with it everybody. feather out.
computeerrr make new among us series x reader fics.. 😼
okay but seriously if ppl don't hurry up and start making new among us series x reader fics I will be jumping everyone
edit: I just now saw that someone made a similar post to mine and it now looks like I copied them, I am so soo sorry I promise I did not mean to do that on purpose I haven't checked the among us x reader tag recently or see ur post dude pls forgive me aaaaa😭😭 @charcoaloflife
Warnings: teasing, overstimulation, double penetration, Blue being very whiny, I have the headcannon that he legit needs eye contact to finish so...you're welcome<3
“Have something in mind, my love?”
Blue can only watch as a smirk graces your lips, whispering mischievously into Vio's ears who nods and stands up. A swift tug of the ropes and they come undone, falling to the floor unceremoniously. Blue immediately scrambles up onto his feet, rubbing at his wrists and stepping away from Vio with wary eyes.
“Were they too tight?” You ask, gently taking hold of his hands to look at his wrists. They were red, small indents sketched into his skin from where the rope had been. You lean down and kiss each wrist, making Blue blush furiously.
“It's fine. You don't need to get all worried and shit.”
“See? He's fine.” Vio says, sat at the foot of the bed, his back leaning against one of the posts with one knee crossed over the other. “Now sit your ass on the bed.”
Blue glared over at him, but let you tug him down till he was sat in the middle of the bed, back resting against the headboard; muttering curses all the while. Clambering onto his lap you cup his face with both hands, leaning down and kissing him. Blue hums favorably, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. They slide down, squeezing your ass to guide you into grinding against him. His face buries into your chest, mouth latching onto one of your breasts, biting down softly to pull a drawn out moan as he laps his tongue over the now sore bud apologetically.
Your hands tangle into his hair, pulling on his blonde locks while grinding down on his lap. A firm presence slots itself against your back, warm breath ghosting over your shoulders.
“I don't know about you, but it seems to me like someone likes the extra attention.” Blue mentions, slipping a hand down between you, a finger teasing your slick bundle of nerves. It comes away soaked.
“Mmm, good observation.” Vio whispers in your ear, kissing down the side of your neck to the tops of your shoulders. “Look at yourself,” Vio demands, coaxing you to scoot back. Fingers grab your chin, forcing your head down to look at where a large, wet, sticky stain is left in Blue's lap. “Making such a mess.”
“She should really take care of that.” Blue mumbles into your skin. Another nip, sucking on the delicate skin till a dark smudge is left, marking the territory as his. “Don't ya think book-brain?”
A pleased hum rings out. “For once, I think I agree with you.”
Vio hoists you up away from Blue, enough for the other hero to lift his hip, sliding off his pants and underwear. His now free cock is a deep red, the tip already messy and slick from the precum leaking out. Eyes burn into yours as he gives it a few strokes, finger curling to beg you closer and take over. You reach out, fingers barely touching its firmness when your arm is pinned behind you, a harsh nip to your neck that makes you jolt.
"Uh-uh." Vio tisks, setting you down between Blue's spread legs. "He couldn't use his hands, and neither will you. I wanna see you use that filthy mouth of yours." The hand not wrapped around your wrists came up to your chin, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, pulling it down as he spoke. "Lay on your stomach."
Obeying, you wiggle around till you are flat on your stomach, Vio keeping your arms firmly behind your back as you inch yourself closer to Blue, your mouth hovering directly above his length. Your tongue lolls out, the flat of it pressing against the bottom of his dick as you drag it upwards, licking up the small beads of salty cum with a slight flick. Throwing his head back, a drawn-out, breathy swear leaves his lips.
"Fuuuuuuck..."
His hand brushes through your hair, fisting the crown of your head when you take the tip in between your lips. Flicking your tongue in circles, you take more of him in, making sure to suction your lips tightly around him so he moans out your name. Nails dig into your scalp, begging you to go lower, to take more without forcing you to do so. Not yet anyway, but knowing your sweet blue-eyed boyfriend and hearing the already growing stutter to his breathing, it wouldn't take too much of a push till he took back all of the control.
Hair tickles your nose as you reach its base, hollowing your cheeks as you pull yourself off with a small gasp of air.
"Fuuuuuuck, your mouth feels so damn good." Blue moans louder, head leaning back with half-lidded eyes. His hand releases its tight grip, carding through your tangled strands soothingly before cupping the base of your skull. He pushes you back down, a bit rougher than anticipated. Unable to brace yourself, your face dives back down, Blue meticulously placing himself right at your mouth so he slips inside without resistance, holding your face in place. You didn't resist, sucking as hard as you could till Blue couldn't resist rocking his hips further up into you.
"Just like that." Blue pants, encouraging you to keep going. You can't help but smirk as noises pour out of his mouth, getting louder and louder with every bob of your head. The hands holding your wrists slip away, allowing you to brace yourself against Blue's taut thighs. The muscles twitch with a loud groan when you pick up your pace. More groans can be heard from behind you, though not nearly as loud, and much more frustrated than the blissed-out moans from above your head.
Hands grab at your hips, tapping them a few times to get your attention. "Up." Is the only direction you get, strained and raspy as if the other words that were supposed to come out with it had been too much of a struggle to vocalize. With your mouth currently occupied, you decide to tease him, lifting them up only by a fraction of an inch.
A scoff, and then your hips are yanked up high into the air, spreading your legs further and further apart.
"I said," Vio snarled, "up."
There was no warning before Vio slides 2 fingers inside of you with a low groan, curling the longer of the two as it teases the sweet spot inside. You moan at the sudden intrusion, the vibration causing a similar effect on Blue who looks ready to break into a million pieces. Vio's pace is slow but rough, jerking you forward with every thrust that forces Blue's cock deeper in your throat.
"Don't stop..don't...fuck im close-" Blue begs in bliss.
"You talking to me or her?" Vio chuckles, leaning over you. His lips kiss your back, other hand sliding up your spine till it tangles harshly in your hair, pushing your face down further.
"Shut u-OH fuck!"
Vio's pace picks up, forcing your mouth still around Blue to as well. He's shaking beneath you, brushing away any strand of hair that had fallen in your face.
"Look at me." Blue demands, voice rough and needy. "Baby I need your eyes, please. "
You drag your gaze upward, taking in every tense muscle along the way. The rapid rise and fall of his chest, his red parted lips, and then-... darkness. The near growl that comes from Blue reverberates deep inside of you, heat pooling deep in your belly at the sound.
"You...fucker.." Blue growls. His grip on the sheets is tight enough you think a vein might pop, or at least tear a hole in them.
"Here I thought she'd be the one screaming." Vio taunts with a low chuckle, keeping his hand plastered over your eyes. He drives another finger inside, humming when you roll your hips back to meet his thrust. "I'm curious which one of you will break first."
"I'll...break you if...if you don't...nghh" Words failed him, threats slipping into needy, desperate whines. Vio pulled your head up off of him, tilting it back to kiss your cheek.
"Use your hands, I wanna hear how sweet you sound for a bit."
Your hand wraps around Blue who's nearly in tears as you continue to work him with no release, going at the same pace as Vio who slowly repositions himself behind you. His fingers leave you, the tip of his cock sliding up against your entrance.
The world turns upside down, hands forcefully grabbing and pulling at your limbs till you've been completely flipped around. Straddled in his lap, hands bracing on broad shoulders, you're now facing a rather surprised looking Vio. His eyes are wide with surprise as he looks past you, eyebrow raised curiously till they slowly narrow, corner of his mouth tilting up into another one of his classic smirks.
"Wha- ahh!"
Without warning, Blue thrusts up into you, cutting off your question. It's rushed and sloppy, matching the rhythm of his breathing that ghosts the back of your neck. His hands are on your hips, pushing you down to meet his thrusts which grinds your clit against Vio who shutters at the sensation.
"You're so damn impatient." Vio snaps, holding you close to him. You moan into his neck, wrapping your arms around him to try and hold yourself steady.
"Fuck off! I'll show you-fuckers who breaks first! And it sure as hell won't be me!" He shouts with an extra harsh thrust. Vio just rolls his eyes (partly out of annoyance but mostly from the way you are now rubbing up against him) stopping when another idea pops into his head.
"Want some help with that?"
One incredulous look from Blue slides into something equally as devious, the two of them simultaneously agree on something without saying a single word.
"By all means. "
"What! That's not fair!" You whine, perking up from where you are sandwiched between the two. Ignoring your statement, Vio lifts you up enough for him to slide himself down till he is lined up with your already filled entrance. Blue grabs your throat, forcing your head back to look back at him.
"Don't act like you aren't gonna fucking love this" He teases, chuckling when your eyes squeeze shut and mouth falls open in a loud gasp that mixes with Vio's drawn out groan.
"Well would you look at that," Blue taunts, fingers tighten their grip on your throat, delivering a short squeeze as he leans over to kiss your temple. "Looks like that pussy of your fits more than I thought." Your moan is nearly a scream when they each start moving, making you squirm and wriggle in their holds.
"Hmmm this is giving me some wonderful new ideas" Vio adds, grabbing fistfuls of your ass. His head buries itself in your chest, lips sucking around the supple area till red marks fit your skin. "Maybe we should share you more often my love."
"If it means I get to fuck her like this more often you can count me in."
Your vision has gone blurry, breathing as erratic as your racing heartbeat from the blissed out sensations that is their touch. It quickly becomes overstimulated the moment one of them, Blue you suspect, picks up a faster pace, slamming inside of you while the other makes sure that not a second goes by that you aren't being filled.
"You're taking us so fucking good. Such a good girl for us."
"You feel so damn good babe"
They each praise you. But it's too much. Tears slide from your eyes, pleas for a release pouring desperately from your mouth when the knot deep in your gut feels as though it's been set a blaze.
"please...." You whimper, forehead resting against Vio. "Guys please I- I'm gonna-"
"We've got you. Let it all out my love " Vio coos as your high rips through you. Your body collapses against him, clawing at his chest to try and ground yourself. A hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back once more to meet Blue's reddened face. His eyes are needy, mouth parted open as the two of them continue to chase their own release.
"Eyes baby girl. Please~"
The moment your eyes lock you can feel his release wash through you, another load following shortly after with a low moan from Vio before both of them go still. Blue is partly collapsed ontop of where you have gone limp in Vios lap. He held you close, running fingers up and down your arms as though to apologize for the rough treatment he knew they had just put you through.
"You did so well" he muttered into your ear, "Such a good listener." You smile at his praise, curling into him despite the way Blue is wrapping himself around you, still draped over your back. You can feel his lips kissing the base of your neck lightly, whispering "I love you" into your skin where you know damn well there will be visible marks by morning. Catching your breaths, the three of you stay that way for a moment, content to simply be in the others embraces. Blue pulls away first, flopping down onto the bed beside you with an exaggerated huff. His hand finds yours, gently tugging you towards him till your body flops down next to him.
Vio follows suit, still carding his fingers through your hair.
"Gotta hand it to you loud mouth, " Vio says to Blue, that same old smirk making its appearance. "Didn't actually think you'd ever be able to follow directions."
"Shut up book brain!" Blue snaps, wrapping his arms around you into a warm embrace. With your head resting on his chest, you close your eyes, giving into the pleased exhaustion that is your muscles. You already dread the awkward soreness you know you'll feel when you wake up, and for a moment, wonder how you'll explain it to Green and Red when they return home to find you possibly unable to walk or even sit up properly come morning. Choosing to worry about that later though, you sink further into the mattress, letting sleep pull you under.
"And if you ever tie me up again I swear I'll find a way to shove it right up your ass!"
Might write more in the future but that is our roster for now, I will reject any request that makes me uncomfortable but I am open to most things. Just no non-con or anything underage, dub-con and cnc are fine tho
gender neutral reader, idol!reader, bodyguard!blue, mutual pining, danger, strong blue, idol AU, no use of y/n, first kiss
a/n: i've been plagued by visions of an idol!reader AU..so here's a little something for that :D
Lights turn on around you as you speed-walk through a long hallway, greeting various people with rushed waves and "hi"s as you make your way to your set goal: your dressing room. Various stage crew members and your manager walk behind you, informing you of how the stage is ready to go, all it needs is its main star. That being you, of course!
Though, you are feeling a little overwhelmed being crowded. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but sometimes pre-show nerves get the better of you..
A friendly hand rests on your shoulder, a figure creating distance between you and the little crowd. You smile a bit, feeling a little more relaxed.
Blue is here to save the day like always, gently ushering you away to your room.
"It's Great To Hear Things Are In Order! But Right Now They Need To Go Get Changed If They're Gonna Perform Tonight, So Let's Give Them Some Space, Okay? Doing Great, Guys!" He smiles, listening to various murmurs of agreement as the group disperses, heading back to where they need to be.
"Thanks, Blue." You whisper to him, earning a wink in reply. You can't help but smile at that, perking up when you spot your assigned door with a pretty sparkling star over it. "Okay..time to get ready."
"I'll Be Out Here If You Need Me, Alright?"
You nod, heading inside and rushing over to grab your costume for today's performance. Carefully changing, you give yourself a few once-overs in the mirror to make sure you aren't missing anything. Thank goodness you have Blue here..
When Blue had arrived to take over the bodyguard position, you were admittedly a little surprised by him. He's such a friendly guy on the surface, how could he stand against the chaos of a crowd? You don't think you've ever seen him fail to get along with somebody, diffusing tense situations backstage before they can shift into chaos. But despite that, Blue is incredibly strong. So much so that he's been able to effortlessly carry stage equipment, calmly hoisting it over his shoulders and saving crew members some time. Always helpful.. He hasn't run into too much trouble before, but you're confident that he could handle things now.
Fully changed, you change your focus to fixing your hair and applying any makeup you might need.
"You can come in now, Blue-" You call out for him, hearing the door open and click shut soon after. He leans against it, crossing his arms and watching you with a smile- losing the tense demeanor he takes on around others. His bodyguard outfit suits him, his black jacket slightly tight around his arms to show off his muscles that you definitely haven't stared at a little too much.
"They're A Bit Excitable Today." He huffs, shaking his head.
"I know- lots of pre-show jitters." You brush out your hair. "I know things need to be perfect and all, but I also need to breathe before the show!" You huff.
"I'm Surprised They Didn't Get A Makeup Crew In Here The Moment You Were Done Changing!" He chuckles.
"I know, right? They practically breathe down my neck about that. But things are fiiine-" You adjust your hair a little more. "I have it handled. It's gonna be a great show, and we're all gonna have fun."
"That's The Spirit! And I'll Take Care Of Things Offstage." He grins, his bright blue eyelights lightly twinkling when one of the various lights in your room hits them.
You smile at him through your mirror, doing a few minor touch-ups before turning around.
"You're wonderful, thanks so much." You press your hands together.
"I'm Happy To Help." He relaxes his posture a bit more, and you notice his tie's a little uneven.. how odd, usually he's a bit more punctual about it.
"Do I look okay?" You do a 360, before stopping to face him again.
"You Look Perfect, Don't Worry! They're Gonna Love This One." He gives you two thumbs up.
"Let's hope so, haha- ..Your- tie is uneven." You walk over to him. He seems a bit surprised at this as well, maybe he was in a rush to get here? You could see him hurrying throughout his home to make sure he arrived on time.
"Oh- It Must Have Slipped My Mind, How Silly Of Me.."
"Here, I can help." You gingerly take his tie, beginning to fix it for him.
"You Really Don't Have To, I Mean I Appreciate It Of Course! But-"
"I want to." You smile up at him, finding his slightly awkward demeanor cute. "It's no trouble at all."
A hint of blue magic gently reaches his cheekbones, and he chuckles while he watches you.
"Were you in a rush?"
"I Did Have To Hurry, Haha- I Got A Little Too Caught Up In A Conversation With My Brother And Lost Track Of Time. But I Made It, That's What Matters!" He grins.
"Ohh, I get that. I was a bit distracted myself..looks like we've both been rushing." You huff, making sure his tie is right before looking up at him again.
He stares down at you, his gaze a bit unreadable. You wonder just what he's thinking when he looks at you, eyelights lightly warbling within the voids of his eyesockets. Your cheeks warm the longer you stare at him, unable to break your gaze. A part of you wishes time could stop just like this, so you could look at him a little longer. So the show could wait, and you could spend a little more time with him.
..But the show must go on, so you let go and take a step back.
"Well.. time to go, I suppose-" You're cut off by the sound of your fans cheering in the distance, perking up a little with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Blue steps aside to let you through first, following right behind you as you make your way to your assigned stage entrance. You step onto a lowered platform, adjusting the mic on your head and making sure everything's running properly. Blue clears his throat so you look at him, and you're quick to turn.
"Knock 'Em Dead." He gives you a thumbs up.
You grin at that, waiting for a sound cue before getting into a rehearsed pose.
"Are you ready?"
The crowd roars with excitement as your voice echoes throughout the arena, bringing a bigger smile to your face as the music starts. The platform raises in time with the music, bringing you up to the stage. Finally, it's time for one of your favorite parts of your job: the shows!
Standing among your various background dancers, you feel yourself get lost in a mixture of passionate song and over-rehearsed dance moves. Keeping a smile on your face all the while, you devote yourself to ensuring things go well, and performing with everything you've got. Your first song seamlessly transitions into the second as you change your routine, having small friendly exchanges with your fellow dancers as both genuine fun and a part of the show.
Standing on the sidelines is Blue, making sure fans don't get too close to the stage or try anything funny alongside a few other guards who are a tad more strict than him. A usual song and dance for him, it's his job, after all. But sometimes he wishes he could just sit back and watch you in your element, bright smile on your face as you sing for all to hear.
His job doesn't stop him from stealing glances at you, however. Despite how few he can get, he's never unsatisfied. After all, he gets the best view out of anyone there, near you. Right where he's meant to be.
Looking over at him, your gaze meets his own. You can't help but shoot him a wink when you get a brief instrumental pause, before spinning around to walk up a small set of stairs. The sight of it is enough to make him feel as though he were directly shot with Cupid's arrow, making him smile like an idiot before quickly snapping back into "character". He's bodyguarding right now. He has to be serious- Don't let it show.
And yet, you did that just for him..Focus!!
Holding up your arms, you wait for a prop crescent moon to dangle down from above. A scripted part of the performance, to give you a break from dancing so you can focus on singing. Once it's been lowered, you walk over and carefully sit down, shooting a stagehand a thumbs up before it's raised back up into the air. Kicking your legs back and forth you begin another song, leaning against the back of the moon. So far so good..
Holding a note, you hold out an arm to the crowd-
Your surroundings go dark. The sound of the crowd faintly muffles below you as a black void begins to form, and you can feel your SOUL rapidly beating in response.
Someone has initiated an Encounter.
Your eyes widen as you struggle to keep your smile, before stopping your note altogether to look around. What's going on?
Blue looks up in alarm as the audience begins to murmur in confusion, before he quickly diverts his attention to the crowd. Who's close enough to pull this off? And why?
That's when he spots it: a set of white magical bullets being hoisted above the crowd by a hooded figure, before they're abruptly thrown forwards- heading straight for you.
Your eyes widen in alarm as you move to dodge them, causing the moon you're sitting on to rapidly rock back and forth as you struggle to hold onto it. Blue quickly grabs onto the end of the stage as various backup dancers disperse in panic. He then snaps his fingers to get the attention of the other guards, a serious expression on his face.
"Go, Row 15! Tall Hooded Guy, He's Moving Out Of Turn, Go, Now!" He motions for them to run and they quickly follow suit, pushing through the crowd to try and reach the attacker. The crowd screams and panics, splitting up so the guards can make their way over and ducking to avoid any stray bullets.
"Guys, I want down! I want down NOW, please!!-" You shout towards your stage crew who's equally panicked, arguing amongst themselves and struggling to get the mechanism hoisting you up to lower you back down. Why would someone do this? Why did they want to hurt you??
A stray bullet passes by the guards, headed right for your head. You duck back as an evasive maneuver, unfortunately losing your grip as you lean. The crowd screams louder as you fall, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you scream with them, hoping silently that you don't hit the ground too hard.
Familiar arms are what you meet instead, sturdy and carefully holding your form as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. You can feel yourself being carried as if you were nobility, treated with utmost care. Surprised that you aren't dead, you crack open your eyes.
Blue looks down at you with a worried expression, his breathing shaky as he looks over your state. His arms hold you steadily in place as he moves to carry you offstage, shouting something at the others with a much more stern look than you're used to seeing on him. His words are muffled to you, seeing as the only thing you can focus on right now is how utterly handsome he looks in this lighting..not to mention heroic. Your initial panic takes a little backseat.
"-Hurt?"
"...Huh?" You snap back to attention.
"Are You Hurt, Were You Hit?" He reaches the backstage area, shaking his head at anyone who tries to approach you. You glance over his shoulder just enough to spot the other guards apprehending the attacker, pinning him to the ground. You quickly return your focus back to Blue.
"Oh- um, no." You can feel warmth rise to your cheeks. "I'm..I'm fine, thanks to you."
He carries you all the way back to your dressing room, before sitting you down on your couch and making absolutely sure you don't have a single scratch on you.
"How Crazy Do You Have To Be To Attack A Singer At A Concert? Why Would You Even Do That?" He furrows his brows in frustration, gently turning your arms to check them before turning your head from side to side.
"Blue-"
"He Could've Killed You, If I Hadn't Caught You-"
"Blue!"
"Why Didn't They Have The Safety Nets Up?!"
You put your hands on his shoulders, cutting off his rambling. You can feel him slightly..trembling. Blue magic makes its way to his cheekbones, making them faintly glow as he stares at you.
He looks around a moment, before abruptly pulling you into a hug. You fall limp against him, before resting your hands against his back.
"I- Blue?"
"Sorry, I Just..I Know I'm Supposed To Be Ready For Things Like This. It's My Job, Emergencies Are Bound To Happen- But..But The Idea Of You Getting Hurt Is Just..I Hate It. I Don't Think I Could Stand To See You Hurt, Or Worse." His grip tightens a little. "Especially If I Couldn't.."
You..haven't seen him like this before. He's usually so upbeat, so openly positive- You had no idea he worried so much for you. Your grip on him tightens a little, and you rest your head against his shoulder.
"I'm okay, Blue. I promise. I'm alright. And it's all thanks to you.." You pull back so you can face him, resting a hand on one of his cheeks. He leans into it, closing his eyes for a moment. Your cheeks warm in response, and you stammer for a second. Okay, you didn't expect him to do that. Cute.
"You're my hero, Blue. I know you've always got my back..and I really appreciate it. Knowing you're around makes me feel safe." You smile.
"..Really?" He opens his eyes again.
"Yeah." You lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Really."
You both freeze. Okay, that was on impulse. Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have-
His skull is abruptly covered with color, his bright blue glow illuminating the surrounding area due to how strong it is.
"I- sorry, that was an impulse, I just-- I don't know what came over me? And-"
He puts his hands on your shoulders.
"Can I Kiss You?" He asks, bluntly. You can see determination in his gaze.
OH.
OH, OKAY.
"Would..Would That Be Okay? Or Is It Too-"
"Yes." You blink up at him, starry eyed. "Please."
Smiling warmly at you, Blue doesn't hesitate any further, being the first to make contact. You lean into him, closing your eyes as quickly as he does, melting into the feeling. Your soul is pounding in your chest with giddy excitement, happy that you were finally able to do this. He rests his hands on your back, pulling you into him- wanting to be as close to you as he can. Though, sadly, you do have to pull away for air.
You can practically feel your eyes turn into spirals once you break apart, taking a few breaths.
"Stars, I've Wanted To Do That For Ages-"
"Really?" You gape at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I Wasn't Sure If You Felt The Same, And I Wasn't..Really Ready To Ask? Seems We're Both Acting On Our Feelings Today- Which Is Kinda Crazy Considering What Just Happened-"
You put your hand over his, cutting him off.
"..You..wanna get out of here and go get coffee? I think we have a lot to talk about." You grin.
"I- ...Yeah-- Of Course." He gives you a smile in return.
Well, you got one good thing out of this situation!
i loved and hated this guy, he's pretty cool though! never really took much interest in him after the gen 1 part ended, but he made a cool cameo in pokemon x y which changed my opinion on him. yes he was an ass, (a little bit) but now he's a cool ass dude (😎) these are called headcanons, so these are my personal opinions, and if you don't agree then it's alright!
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blue is professor oaks grandson, and the viridian city gym leader he's got a pretty big name, despite all of these titles/accomplishments, he has his own passions and ambitions he's still working on, so he'd want a partner that also has something they're passionate about. he'd be attracted to someone who has a clear sense of who they are—people who can stand on their own feet and make decisions.
blue is used to people treating him in a higher status, because his grandpa is a legend. he'd be immediately intrigued by you if you didn't buy into his reputation, and met him on equal ground. this is something he's not used to—and definitely something blue would find refreshing. treating him differently to how others do isn't what attracts him only, if you happen to be skilled in battles or had a unique team, that would catch his eye too. to him, anyone with real talent and confidence deserves respect, and that's what he saw in you.
he's straightforward, he'd talk to you first to become your friend (frienemy) if he found you interesting, but blue (as a teen) would rather die than tell you that himself. it's the small acts he does around/for you that tells you that. it'd be pretty obvious, unless you're denser than a geodude. blue hides his kindness with competition and smugness, as he thrives from both, but he means well, and would never intend to hurt you by his words.
blue slowly starts realising he likes you and its pretty funny—he goes through the five stages of grief. (not really) he'd start noticing he's more nervous when you're around, even his pokemon noticed it. he'd brush it off, convincing himself that he's overthinking everything and you're just a really cool friend. "there's no way i like them" he'd mutter to himself. blue would even avoid you at first, thinking that distancing himself would make him snap out of it (didnt work). this wouldn't be noticeable at first, but slowly he gets a little out of character.
you’re both hanging out after a long hour of training, returning both of your pokémon to their pokeballs, and then sitting on a bench in comfortable silence. blue’s been acting weird for a while now—fidgeting, glancing at you every so often like he’s trying to figure something out. finally, he just blurts it out. “I like you.”
you stare, caught completely off-guard. “wait… what?”
he sighs, annoyed at having to repeat himself. “you heard me,” he says, rolling his eyes like he’s doing you a huge favor by admitting it. but he can’t help a small grin creeping in when he sees your surprised face. hidden from all his annoyance he's pretty nervous.
“well,” you say, trying to play it cool, “took you long enough.”
he scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “yeah, yeah. just… don’t make a big deal about it, alright?” but you can tell he’s relieved, even from his smug demeanor.
now on to actual relationship headcanons, blue isn't the type to be all public with his relation to you. if you want to then he's cool with it, and if you don't he's fine with it! the drawback of letting people find out is that green is going to tease the shit out of him. not that he cares, but it gets very annoying when you hear the same jokes over–and–over.
the way he'd treat you wouldn't change, you guys are still friends after all, just with more bonuses! blue will still compete with you, and it extends to your relationship in the funniest way possible. whether it's pokemon battles, racing, or just random silly stuff blue comes up with. it's not boring when you have him around.
blue is not a fan of pda. he's not the most openly affectionate person, but he finds ways to show you that he cares. hand–holding is kinda mushy for him, but blue is okay with it if you're okay with it! you'd have to be the one initiating it though.
blue notices every detail, so if he sees one of your pokémon improve or evolve, he’ll definitely point it out. he’d be the one to say, “your pokémons speed has really picked up. looks like someone’s been training hard.” he'd be very close with your pokémon too! like a co–owner if that makes sense, you can leave him alone with them and come back to your pokemon sound asleep with blankets over them. he does not treat your pokemon indifferently, and shows the same amount of respect he does his own.
blue’s love language would likely be a mix of acts of service and quality time—with a subtle hint of words of affirmation, though he wouldn’t make that last one obvious. blue’s always got that confident, "i’ll take care of things" energy. he’d show he cares by doing things for you—whether it’s helping with training, lending you items, or teaching you a new strategy. It’s his way of saying he cares without having to outright admit it. pretty funny.
spending time with you is one of his favorite ways to show affection. he’d want to take you along for training sessions, gym battles (you watch him fight kids), and even little adventures—anything that lets him be near you.
while he’s not big on obvious compliments, blue does have a way of encouraging you when it counts. he’d throw in a confident, “you’re actually getting pretty good, you know” or “not bad at all,” especially after seeing you make progress. sometimes his teasing is even his version of a compliment. when he’s poking fun, he’s often trying to show he’s paying attention to you, even if he doesn’t want to say something outright sweet. It's not that there's nothing wrong with you that makes him not want to boldly compliment you, it's just that he finds it very mushy and shows discomfort sometimes when saying things like that.
even though blue acts tough, he genuinely is your biggest fan! he's very observant, and notices when you seem off or under the weather. he keeps an eye on your progress and celebrates your achievements in his own subtle way. whenever you achieve something significant, blue is proud but not overly sentimental about it. he’ll give you a confident nod and say something like, “I expected nothing less from you.” But you’ll notice he’s more energized than usual.
