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Bro wdym I just gave 2 big ahh presentations and now I gotta crank out a 6 page paper, 3 final exams (one cumulative) and edit my group paper that the instructor said was fine???? It’s like 40 pages

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I’m not gone. My workload this week is three exams, 4 presentations, a final paper that is the collection of information for an even bigger final project. DOOM. And more to come.

This just the fart I ain’t seen shit yet 😍😍😍

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❈ Blue Blood ❈

Kaiser and F!Reader, Regency/Bridgerton AU.

synopsis: With the death of the late marquess, Kaiser finds himself falling into his father’s role. Kaiser is many things, but responsible is not one of them. He must take on this season alone. He needs an escape, a safe haven, something to tide him over so he survives the season. That would be you, unfortunately.

prev: Important Matters next: X

Content (chapter): reader getting red flags from Kaiser, drama, still slow burn (kindling stage??), fake dating (9 pages 🫡)

Hasty Fools

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Dearest reader,

This spring arrived early, much earlier than anticipated – with this, it seems to be urging the season along. As of this morning, Lord Luna and Lady Jolie have secured the title of first engagement. The young lord declared he was to be married before the season's end!

Though this would be no Lady Whistledown column without my deep-rooted skepticism now, would it? One can only wonder what the driving force for such a hasty proposal would be. Perhaps love at first sight truly persists.

The daughter of the Baron was one of the most well-known connections of Lord Luna. Perhaps she did not live up to the standards set for her by the Baroness–who was crowned diamond of her season, a title that led her to securing the Baron. For the daughter of such a noble family to lose a connection without a moment's hesitation leaves you to wonder.

Or perhaps Lord Luna’s honor may be left up for questioning, the foreign man with big green eyes played with the hearts of the girls of the ton, and made a reckless decision with one?

This author is curious to hear what the young ladies Lord Luna had called upon previously must think, to lose such a bachelor in the blink of an eye. Or even worse, to discover the loss of such a connection through the pen of this scrabbling madwoman.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers

“In all of my years!” your mother exasperated as she paced your bedroom. The paper crinkled in her grasp. You had barely gotten a chance to read the first sentence before your mother swiped it from you. “Why.. I ought’ to ask his mother out for tea–”

“Mama, please,” You whine. Beside you, your sister is watching Lenore, similarly fixing her hair to yours. Down, hair dusting against your neck, pieces pulled back to expose your face in the reflection.

“She questions this family's honor, and over the decisions made by a man,” She stops in her tracks, pointing a finger at you to solidify her statement “A foolish man.”

“Mama is right, he was your strongest and only true connection.” You bristle at your sister’s words. If only the scrabbling madwoman had shown you the same mercy she did for the Duke’s daughter. You bite your tongue, brows wrinkling in thought. You’re greeted by a thumb between your brows, smoothing them out. “Wrinkles, sister, wrinkles.” Lucia mutters as she swats away Lenore to ‘fix your face.’

Your mother continues pacing behind you. Once Victor catches wind of this, a war will rage throughout your home. Your throat begins to feel tight, and your eyes suddenly burn. You flutter your lashes, casting your gaze upward as your mother continues her not-so-silent rampage behind you.

Your gaze dips to your arm, a hand gently squeezing the skin there–a thumb delicately smoothing over the skin. You meet Lenore’s gaze, her eyes glassy and unblinking. You bite back a frown and slump your shoulders. She silently encourages you with a gentle pat to your arm before continuing to toy with your hair. Your eyes shut, and the voices of your sister and mother begin to muffle.

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Adding insult to injury, upon leaving your room you receive word about a Soiree this evening. Your mother excuses yourself, and Lucia follows down the hall. You haven’t seen Victor since he received the paper. He didn’t care half as much as you had thought. Thankfully, you had Lainie and Laurence at your side.

“It’s just a gossip sheet, they’ll forget.” He offers futile comfort.

“And if they don’t?” You peer up at him from your position on the couch. You wished the cushions would engulf you. He snickers, biting into a pastry–crumbs coating his lips and dropping to the carpet.

“Then they can fuck off.” He seems too amused, he doesn’t take these things very seriously. But as of now, he’s all you have. It must be nice not to have to care, not to bear any responsibility to your family beyond just honor. Even then, before the scandal sheet you didn’t have to work or make up for lack of honor.

Lainie offers you a tea cake, planting the small pink coated pastry in your palm. You thank her, and she offers what little reassurance she can. But she’s so young she hasn’t a clue what a hasty proposal suggests. All she thinks is that he was unfaithful to you. Not that any man will ever be pure and faithful, but he was only courting you.

“What about the Marquess?" She hops up onto the sofa, her dress billowing around her. Her knees are pushing against your leg.

“No,” Laurence responds before you can. Your mouth hangs open with words unsaid, your gaze landing on him. Has Victor mentioned this to him? The last thing you needed was those two managing your season.

“What do you mean no?” You scoff. His cheeks puff up and his eyes dart to the ground. He hadn’t a clue what he was saying, just blindly following Victor.

“I mean, do you want Kaiser?” Your nose wrinkles at his question.

“No,” you began, gaze falling to your hands in your lap “..No, of course not.” You stammer. The sweat beads accumulate on the back of your neck, and your gown feels tight. Of course, you didn’t want him. He was Neurotic, arrogant, and anything but a gentleman.

Laurence doesn’t push any further, which isn’t as good as one might think. Normally he would have teased you for your horrible taste or insulted your ability to talk to men. But he only gave you silence. Fantastic. Once his back is turned you shoot a warning glare at Lainie, who shrieks and runs off.

Lucia pivots as she enters the room, allowing Lainie to dash off before facing you. She gives an accusatory raise of her brow.

“Now just what did you tell her?” she scoffs and sits across from you, smoothing her dress out as she does.

“Nothing, I swear.” You frown. She only rolls her eyes, reading the invite carefully. There’s a drawn-out silence before Lucia gives a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Mama wanted me to tell you that tonight’s soiree is raven-themed. Lady McMillan wants us in feathers and the color black.” It’s not traditional to wear black, typically older women wear darker colors. Not everyone.

“Do we even own black?” You inquire. Lucia just shrugs.

“I do.” She quips playfully, her head cocked to the side. Hair brushing across her exposed neck. You quirk a brow. Her words don’t help you, but okay. She snickers at your expression, smoothing her hands over the couch fabric. “Mama might have something.”

You convinced your mother to let you try on an old gown of hers. You fit close to her measurements now, but not exactly. You can only hope that her old gowns fit your measurements.

“Try the violet one.” Your mother calls from her closet, sorting through the fabrics and swatting away lady’s maids whenever they come too close to anything she holds dear. You’re secured into a violet dress, pins tugging it where it would be taken in. It’s black beaded up at the bust, with layers of chiffon over the skirt, enhancing the appearance of your hips. The chiffon veils a deep cool cool-toned violet that appears more red or blue depending on the way the light hits it. The chiffon secured off at the waist with a straight across satin black ribbon at the empire waist seen in most gowns.

“Black silk gloves with a feather lining would be most appropriate, no?” Lenore uses a piece of string to visualize where the gloves would stop. Your mother has to be talked into it, unsure if this gown fits the theme. But Lenore is a persuasive woman, and skilled at getting your mother to comply. You thank Lenore with glassy grateful eyes, earning a chuckle from the woman.

The colors go well together. Laurence and Victor donning black suits (as per usual.) with feathering in place of flowers pinned on their right pec. Lucia has a solid black gown and a feather hairpiece that fans upward, black feathers curling up a few inches overhead. Your feathers are sewn into the matching hairstyles you don, though your feathers hang downward and are less eye-catching. Your dress and newfound scandal will do all the attention-grabbing this evening.

You halt in your steps upon exiting the carriage, escorted by your father this evening. He peers over at you, a frown on his lips. He’s not as uptight as your mother, or even Victor. His energy is often spent on political affairs.

“There is nothing to fear.” He offers what little reassurance he can. It’s not often you get to attend these with your father, usually, he’s off working or speaking with colleagues in the corner. You swallow, gaze falling to your feet.

“I just don’t know how I’m going to uphold my relevance.” You mutter. Your throat closes in on you the closer you two draw to the grand house. Guests dressed in black with over-the-top feather headpieces swarmed in, casting their gaze onto you and your family as you passed. Thankfully, the blame is not entirely yours. Lord Luna and Lady Jolie will take the brunt of it. You’ve seen this before. It’ll smooth itself over. With that, you draw in a breath and cross over through the doors. The hostess greeted your father, not sparing you so much as a glance.

The room is dimly lit, the black of everyone’s attire only enhancing the darkness of the room. The candlelight casts a warm glow onto passersby. There is feathered decor all around the hall, and drinks are served in gorgeous dark dark-toned gauntlet-style glasses. The most brilliant thing about this event is the Greek marble statues posted all around, some chipped and aged–yet so carefully polished. A few gladiator statues surrounded by men who gesture up with their glasses.

Across the way, like clockwork, a pair of azure eyes lock with yours. His blonde hair set him apart from the crowd. Tonight, he dons all black–accessorized with a few blue feathers. You walk with your father, who fails to notice the way your gaze is magnetized to the Marquess. He’s so incurably annoying, yet always seems to have his eye on you.

Though tonight was different. He’s scrutinizing you. You squint your eyes at him, to which he does the same. He turns away first, disappearing into the sea of watchful eyes.

The evening is long and drawn out. Normally, you’re approached by at the very least ten hungry bachelors in one evening. Tonight, you barely receive five conversations. All of whom are from lower-ranking families, some of whom have even suffered scandal themselves. You do your best to be polite, though it is increasingly hard to do so with each painstakingly pathetic conversation.

Lucia struggles tonight as well, typically she can wrangle in any man who so much as breathes in her direction. Tonight? You watch her lose connections faster than they arrived. Her fists balled at her sides as she clings to some semblance of skill. The guilt lumps in your throat as you watch her from beneath the arm of a statue.

“Excuse me just a moment,” You lift a hand, gently waving to the man you were speaking to (More accurately: he was speaking at you.) You weave through the crowd, sights set on Lucia.

Within an instant, the wind is knocked out of you, and your back hits one of the marble statues. You suck the air in through your teeth as the stone jabs you right where your skin is exposed.

“I beg your par-” The words die on your tongue as you look up to see the frazzled Michael Kaiser. His nose wrinkled and brows creased. Your interaction does not go unnoticed.

“I sincerely apologize,” he strains out, swiftly taking your hand as if to help you to your feet. He tugs you closer to him, hand in yours. If not for your crippled reputation, you might’ve shot some snarky remark his way. You give a gentle smile, one that does not reach your eyes.

“Accidents happen, no?” You humor him, and some watching lose interest. He gives a hearty, although dry chuckle.

“You would know about accidents more than anyone, My lady.” Venom laced in his words, daring you to bite back. The two of you begin walking to ease back into the crowd. Side by side. He swiftly releases your hand, arms resting behind his back as his fingers tightly close around his wrist.

“I would, wouldn’t I?” You give a gentle laugh back, anger bubbling in your chest. “After accidentally walking in on your little incident, My Lord.” The vein in his forehead bulged.

“Ah, you’re a funny one, girl.” He grits his teeth, suddenly steering the two of you away from the rest of the crowd. To avoid further incrimination you stay in the same room, standing before one of the less popular statues in the corner. To others, you were discussing the art piece and the deeper meaning behind it. But to you? You were battling on the front lines for the tiny shreds that were left of your honor.

“You have no right to insult me.” You state, peering up at him.

“And you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened at the races.” His jaw ticked.

“I never told anyone, so relax your shoulders.” You offer what little assurance you can, though it’s not like you care. He’s childish and rude. His hair seems out of place and a bit choppier, his eyes have bags beneath them. The light purple coloring beneath his eyes contrasts with the pale of his skin.

“Lord Kaiser,” a German accent chimes from behind us. You both turn in sync, faced with a boy. He gave a kind smile, and he had a full cupid's bow and beaked upper lip. His eyes are big like a child’s.

“Alexis,” Kaiser responds and his shoulders relax a little. You study the interaction between the two men, Alexis approaching closer, his gaze on you.

“Why, you’re the Baron’s daughter.” He gently reaches for your gloved hand, taking it and pressing a brief airy kiss to your knuckles. He was charming and soft spoken, more so than any man who has graced your presence this evening.

“I’m pleased to meet you, My Lord.” You say with a gentle bow of your head. His gaze is unwavering, almost eerie. “Are you and Kaiser.. Colleagues?” You query and he gives a gentle chuckle.

“No, no, long-time friends. We’ve played together since we were children.” Imagining Kaiser as a child was rough, since children are meant to be cute. You briefly look at the blonde, whose mind is clearly elsewhere. Some friend you are.

“Say, Lord Kaiser, would you mind if I stole her for a little while?” His voice asks gently, as if he were scared to hear Rushes to your neck as Alexis looks back at you.

“If that’s alright with you, of course?” You have no other options, and he seems bearable enough. Once you get past the eerie aspect.

“I’d be honored.” You gently take the hand he extended out to you as he whisks you away from the unbearable Marquess. Moments like these must be what inspired princess fairytales. He’s shorter than Kaiser, but warmer and more gentle. His arm thoughtfully looped through yours as the two of you took a walk about the room. If this were a ball, you’d be more than willing to dance with him.

“You run into the Marquess often, no?” He asks with a warm chuckle. Your gaze bounces back to him as the two of you approach a sculpture by Michelangelo. You turn your attention to the sculpture, head cocked as you relax your shoulders.

“On occasion. I assume he’s told you?” Alexis nods, giving a gentle smile. His smile slowly became eerie.

“He’s mentioned you, which is quite out of character. I had to meet his new lady friend for myself.” The two of you share an awkward chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say lady friend,” you begin before clearing your throat “How do you know the Marquess?” you inquire. His gaze was transfixed on you.

“We grew up together, though not through our families. We played together as children, and would often get into trouble.” He gives a boyish laugh, you mirror with your own soft one.

“He doesn’t seem fond of fun,” You jest.

“Not much anymore, he grew out of it in his late childhood. With his title, that’s predictable unfortunately.” He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “But enough about my dear friend, what of you? What’s your family like, being the daughter of the Baron?” His question catches you off guard, your gaze going back to the sculpture.

“I grew up with built-in friends, my siblings. Blessed with two little sisters, and two older brothers.”

“Laurence, yes? He is my age. He’s a funny one.” Ness nods as the two of you walk about the room. You begin to wonder just how much he knows, unable to hide the crease in your brow. Wrinkles, sister.

“Alexis.” An accented voice calls from behind you, the two of you immediately whirling to face the source. The Marquess. Alexis offers yet another gentle smile, his eyes suddenly eager.

“Why, Lord Kaiser, I was just getting to know your lady friend.”

“She is not my lady friend.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind me taking her off your hands then, no?”

“Sure, whatever, I just need to use her right now?” Kaiser says, gesturing for your hand. You stare at it a moment, his gloves tapered immaculately to his long fingers. Your nose wrinkles. Use You? Before you can respond, his hand swiftly reaches for yours. You’re snatched away from the brunette man before you could even think of what to say. With little choice left but to comply, you silently walk with Kaiser to the other end of the room. There's urgency in the gate of his walk, one you’d only notice by his footing.

“What is the meaning of this?” You whisper at him, tearing your hand from his once you’re stationed behind another statue away from the view of the ton, who are too busy with their own affairs to notice.

“Porsha,” He says through gritted teeth, eyes not yet meeting yours.

“You’re so dramatic, are you not courting her?”

“Her mother is in control of that. They whisked me away on a busy street and I didn’t want to dig myself a deeper hole. You’re just the lesser of two evils.” Your lips part in offense. He finally meets your gaze, assessing your expression. “Just stay with me,” He pleads silently “I cannot bear her obnoxious presence any longer.”

You search the crowd for your brothers, you only manage to locate Victor–The lad swarmed by marriage-hungry mamas aiming to marry their daughters up in status. He should be occupied for a while.

“My brothers do not like you.”

“I do not blame them.” he echoes.

“I can’t be caught with you, so let's make this quick.” You say, scoffing silently before taking a step away from the hiding spot. Kaiser soon followed. The two of you walk about the room, not bothering to stop and admire the statues. It’s not long before you feel the piercing force staring daggers through your back. You cast your gaze behind you briefly, meeting Porsha’s unblinking gaze.

“Don’t look,” Kaiser reprimands with a scoff, keeping his chin turned upward.

“It’s hard not to when she looks like she’s planning my murder.” You mutter under your breath, maintaining a pleasant expression on your face.

She follows you two for some time before giving up and approaching another group of unsuspecting men. You and the Marquess share a mutual exhale of breath before sucking it right back in again. Your brother, Victor, is headed straight for you. His brows dipped and wrinkled just enough to convey a message to you, and a warning to Kaiser.

“It’s Victor,” Kaiser exasperated.

“Yeah, I know my own brother.” You steer yourself and Kaiser into another direction, weaving through people carefully before dipping down a hallway blocked off by a statue in the center of the threshold. You're backed to the wall in hopes your brother won't track you down. Kaiser’s arm extended across your front, planting you against the wall. His gaze lingered on the soiree, your gaze locked on his sleeve. You swallow hard as his fingers graze the waist of your gown, pressing the fabric into your skin. You’re keenly aware of his smell, the way his chest is puffed up and momentarily still.

“He’s gone.” His voice cuts through the silence, his arm subconsciously remaining across your front. Neither of you should acknowledge the gesture.

“Yeah, but I’ll have to deal with his wrath at home.” You cast a glare in the blonde’s direction. His brow twitches.

“Oh please, I don’t even know what I’ve done to offend the men of your family.”

“Perhaps your reputation,” You quip. The arch of his brow twitches visibly. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, gloved fingers carding the blonde locks with urgency.

“As if the state of yours is any better.” He mutters under his breath haphazardly, but before you could even dignify his insult with a response the sound of heels clicking behind you comes to a brief halt. As if someone had just rounded the corner.

“Marquess,” a voice drawls out sweetly and your heads snap to the source; Porsha. “So this is where you ran off to? If you were busying yourself with the baron’s daughter, you could have just told me so.”

You felt the color drain from your face, gaze dropping to the arm across your front. His hand finally drops to his side and he mutters something under his breath in German. Porsha was the last person you’d want to find you like this, especially now. Your mind rushes with possibilities and explanations you could give, the party just beyond the wall. You’re only a few feet away from the rest of the ton, it could be but only a misunderstanding.

“She had to fix her shoe.” His voice cuts through the silence before Porsha’s lips start flapping. She hums in response, expecting more than just a measly excuse. “She tripped and I went to help her. What kind of gentleman would I be if I simply sat aside and watched a lady trip and make a fool of herself?” There’s a flicker in Porhsa’s long lashes, and her brows crease and relax.

“All alone in the hallway? I do find that hard to believe, My Lord.”

“She tripped into the hallway. Have you no sense of logic, woman?” His voice dropped an octave and his accent seemed to thicken. You felt your own heart jump at the switch in demeanor, as if his front had been shed. She caught it too, eyes glassy and wide.

“Well, perhaps–” she began to fumble her language.

“Perhaps you are the scrabbling madwoman behind the pen.” he accuses, and you look up at him swiftly. Was he not thinking? He's dragging this out, of course, she wasn’t the writer. The girl is barely capable of reading. Her throat visibly bobs, she swallowed hard. “Would this be the next story to appear in your gossip column then, Lady Whistledown?”

“No, of course not.” She sputters “I’m a lady, I’d never do such a thing,”

“A lady who looks for trouble to spread to the ton? To take down the competition? You’re the only one to have seen us, and I would make that known if need be,” He draws in a sharp breath as if speaking pained him. More so, speaking to her pained him. “You’ve already written about the Baron’s daughter once, yes? Questioned the nobility of his wife?” he raises his angular chin, staring down at the girl through his nose. There was a darkness in his eyes, one that you had not quite noticed before. It was unsettling, lacking in humanity and mercy.

“No, my lord.” She cowered down, taking a step back. Her voice shook as she curtsied and excused herself swiftly. He showed no hesitation in baring his teeth to a woman, demonstrating the power a man held over a lady. Especially a man of status. Heat flushed through your chest and you felt the prickle of sweat on your skin. You’re unsure whether to be grateful, or fearful.

“She will still talk.” You broke the ever-growing silence, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. He glanced down at you, brow cocked.

“Then we’ll make it so she can’t,” he says ambiguously, though his teeth remain clenched, the vein that reaches just past the high collar of his shirt throbs visibly. He doesn’t even seem sure of himself.

“My lord, calm down,” You whisper urgently, pressing a grounding hand to his arm. His head swiftly whips around to face you. He draws back with a huff, and your fingers curl up into your palm.

“I am perfectly calm,” he spat out. He paces back and forth, shaking his head and smoothing his hands through his hair. “We can just prove her wrong, she will go on to say that we were being scandalous, which will leave eyes on us, and–dear gods, you’re still unchaperoned.” He rambles on, staring you dead in the eye as his chest heaves beneath the fabrics he adorns.

“That’s enough.” You plant your foot down, the sound of your heel clicking against the wood. “We need to put on a show. That’s the only way out of this, and the only way to keep my brothers’ and father from mounting your head in the study.” His fists noticeably tighten, the fabric of the gloves taut against his knuckles. You draw in a breath and soften your voice, meeting his gaze again. You bear worry in your eyes, as if your own feelings could serve to soothe him. You’re not sure if it worked, the only indication he gives is the release of tension in his face, and the relaxation of his shoulders.

“We could pull off a sham-courtship, show we have nothing to hide. It doesn’t need to end with you ensnared in a marriage with me.” His brow quirks at your suggestion.

“I have no interest in marrying you,” he states bluntly. Your brow creases further.

“Are you simple-minded? Do you know what sham means? Besides, there are other benefits, no?” You begin, leaning against the wall with a sigh. You no longer worry about formalities with him, there’s nothing truthfully respectful beneath his Marquess facade. Only a boy with daddy issues. “It could help me with my lady whistledown situation, and aid you in seeming unavailable. We know how to act respectfully, so the only true challenge is making my family believe us. And like you.” He bristles at the last statement, his gaze on the wall as if reading the wood for answers. His peachy lips pressed into a fine line.

“The ton will be watching us closely anyway, so that erases half the effort of trying to gain attention.”

“Exactly.” You reply. He’s calmed visibly, the strain of his expression only suggesting contemplation, but he seems less like a rabid animal now. “This will work, I know it will.” You share a final reassurance, pushing off the wall to stand beside him. A fleeting moment of silence passes between you two, one that makes your heart race and your blood feel warm in your veins. His hand reaches for yours, and you accept. You join the soiree together, beginning your so-called courtship.

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a/n I’ve been gone for so sooo long, I hope these 9 pages make up for it lols. I had fun writing this, it’s been forever since I touched on it. So I apologize for plot holes/gaps n stuff, and possible POV shifts or inaccuracies.

The slow burn is finally burning tho trust

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1. Prologue

2. Sorrows, Prayers

3. A moment of Weakness

4. Important Matters

5. Hasty Fools

6. X

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a/n: I plan to bring this back, almost done with work and about to begin school again. So we will see.

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I forgot what video specifically inspired this but it’s one of those where the fan runs out onto the field and does zoomies.

Maybe you were stupid, or maybe you just had something to prove.

Your hands planted confidently over the barrier that separated you from the field, pushing your weight into your palms as you swing a leg over to straddle the barrier. With no time to look to your friends for their support for your stupid ass decision to follow through with a dare of their design, you dropped your feet onto the grass of the field.

Infront of the thousands of fans of Re Al, you make a mad dash for the opposing end of the field. It’s not like you were inconsiderate about it, you waited until the game was at least completely over and most of the athletes had cleared the pitch.

You dash like never before, and at the sudden calls of referees and security guards—you pushed even harder. Giggles bubbling from you accumulated of pure adrenaline and regret as you dashed through some of the athletes as they cleared out, athletes too tired to care and quite frankly entertained at your display of self humiliation.

You were fast, for some reason, but the referees were slowly but surely catching up to you, hurling out calls in fast paced Spanish. Before you could make it to the other side you find yourself in a near collision with one of the players. Fuck, you hardly even knew their names. It was the one with dead looking green eyes. Up close they were more of a turquoise.

You swiftly pivot on your heel to avoid breaking a shoulder, facing him for a brief moment. You barely see the way his lashes flit upward in surprise at your presence before you’re turning around and running around him like some obstacle that’s in your way

As you pass him, you collide with a wall of bright green. The wind is knocked out of your lungs, and a force grips your bicep, lifting you before you even reach the ground. The consequences are inevitable.

And for the rest of the day, it’s you who plagues the thoughts of the Sae Itoshi.

Sometimes I feel like I forget how to write. Creative spark took a shit.

[harpval]

🌿Blue Lock Love Island Au🌿

Kaiser yap.

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Thinking about starting a secret alliance with Kaiser on love island because neither one of you were each others first choice (he’s hot and foreign but realistically, he is arrogant and people will tire of that quickly), and unprepared to face rejection and not wanting your experiences to be cut short so soon you fake a connection in the first recoupling to stay in the villa.

As time goes on you two explore and literally go after everyone but each other, making people think you’re problematic.

Only for it to come down to you, and the connection he was currently exploring in the villa to be dumped off the island. Unable to bear losing you, he stands up before the others in the villa and theatrically reveals the true nature to your connection, shocking everyone and yourself when he picks you.

This stirs up some shit though bc he in fact does not communicate this with the other girl. Bc he didn’t use his brain for this one. MESSSYYYYYYY

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No proof read + fun fact: I didn’t know how to spell michael for a long time

Love island is not a show I can give my full attention to tbh. So I just be writing LMFAO

[sevarchive]

bllk shorts! #8

-`♡´- first kiss with sae itoshi!

your first kiss with SAE ITOSHI didn't arrived gently. it had torn through him. through you. through everything.

the tension between you had been a living, breathing thing: coiled tight in every look that lingered too long, in every word he almost said but swallowed like it might burn. it lived in the way his gaze flicked to your lips and then away, over and over, like he was punishing himself with restraint.

it had built like a storm, heavy and electric, until something inside him snapped.

and then—he kissed you.

he kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. like he was finally giving in to a fire that had been smoldering beneath his skin for too long. his mouth crashed into yours with a raw, aching intensity that made your breath stutter. it was all heat and fury and need. like he hated how much he wanted you—and wanted you anyway.

his hand had come up to your face, trembling with the force of what he was holding back. his grip wasn’t soft—it was desperate. like he needed to feel you, to ground himself, to make sure this was real.

and when he finally pulled away, just barely, just enough to breathe, he had looked at you like you undid him. like you shattered something in him and he didn’t know how to survive it.

“you ruin everything,” he had said, voice low and wrecked, each word falling heavy between you.

it hadn’t been an accusation. it had been a confession. you ruined the way he used to exist. you made him feel. and he didn’t know what to do with it.

still, he didn’t leave. didn’t step back. his forehead pressed to yours, his chest rising too fast, his hands still holding you like he was terrified you'd vanish. and when he leaned in again, slower this time, lips barely brushing yours, it wasn’t about hunger anymore.

it was surrender.

that second kiss was different—gentle, aching, laced with the hush of everything he could never voice.

it was the moment the storm inside him finally went quiet, when resistance melted into reverence and want gave way to devotion.

in your touch, he unraveled, not as the boy who kept the world at arm’s length, but as the soul that had already belonged to you.

and though his lips never shaped the words, the truth echoed in his kiss—across lifetimes, across longing, across all that he could never say, it had only ever been you.

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[harpval]

Reqs opened on backup acc

Updated it 👉

[mreowsu]

my take on the itoshi bros in a royal!au inspired from this (check it out. it's bomb)

A messenger from the western provinces arrived early that cold, spring morning. Boots caked in mud, face pale beneath the royal insignia pinned to his chest. You had heard the commotion from the lower hall. You had barely returned from your morning tasks when you were summoned and by the time you arrived to the east solar, the palace already seemed to hold its breath.

“You will take this to the princes,” the steward said curtly, pressing the sealed envelope into your hands. “See that it reaches them immediately. And say nothing.”

“Yes, my lord.” you murmured, fingers closing around the thick vellum.

You weren’t to know its contents, of course. But the seal pressed into the wax—the unmistakable crest of another kingdom's—told you enough. No idle letter crossed such distance, not under such haste.

You turned away swiftly, and made your way through the familiar halls. You were no stranger to the royal wing. Once, you had run these very corridors barefoot with two young boys destined to rule—playmates before you were ever the royals’ attendant. You were no longer the child who dared tug at a prince’s sleeve, nor the girl who laughed unbidden in royal gardens. Those days had passed now, dulled by years and duty. Now, you were placed in their lives with your head in honed respect and steady hands. You bore no illusions about your station anymore.

But it was strange—the ache in your throat as you neared the solar where they spent the morning.

Two guards stood posted outside the doors. They recognized you instantly and allowed you through without question.

Inside, the room was quiet and warm with firelight. Several chamber-servants were at work; one tending the hearth, another arranging books upon a side table, and two more setting out a light meal.

Prince Sae stood by the tall windows, sea-glass eyes fixed upon the distant woods beyond the walls. Prince Rin sat half-curled in a velvet chair, a book open and forgotten upon his knee. They looked up as you entered with your head bowed.

You crossed the floor with careful steps, and bent before them, offering the letter with outstretched hands.

“A courier arrived this morning, Your Highnesses. The steward bade me bring this to you directly.” You spoke clearly, keeping your gaze low.

Sae turned from the window at once. His eyes fell to the seal, a flicker of sharp recognition there and then up again, gaze cutting through the room.

“Out.” He commanded coldly, voice sharp as a blade.

Without hesitation, all of the chamber-servants gathered their things and hurriedly left, casting uncertain glances as they passed you.

“You, remain. You we're already part of this room.” Sae added—softer, but no less commanding—to you.

Your breath caught.

“Yes, my prince.” You whispered, dipping your head again. You stepped aside, as the great doors closed behind the others with a heavy thud.

Sae took the envelope without a word. You caught the faint narrowing of his eyes as they fell upon the crest. He breaks the seal with one smooth motion, unfolded the vellum, and scanned its contents with cold, lidded eyes. His gaze moved swiftly across the page—once, twice—then lowered the parchment with care.

“It is as expected,” he said flatly.

Rin rose and came to his side, reading over his shoulder. You saw the shift in his stance, the darkening of his gaze. His gaze flicked toward you, softer—as if he read the question in your lowered eyes, though you dared not ask it aloud.

“They have pressed the match.” Rin thought aloud, voice low. Tense.

Sae only nodded, folding the letter as if the act in doing so would contain the consequences within. “A strategic alliance.” Sae replied, words clipped.

You busied yourself with a forgotten tea set the chamber-servants have left behind from Sae’s jurisdiction.

“Father will have to agree,” Rin muttered, pacing now. “He deems it politically expedient.”

You kept your gaze on your work, carefully pouring, setting each cup down in perfect silence.

You had known this day would come. Of course you had.

They were princes. You were a servant. The gap between you had widened with every passing year—with every new title, every coronation, every court appearance.

And yet.

And yet they still looked at you sometimes like they had when you were children, racing through the garden, climbing trees you were scolded for later. They still spoke to you sometimes as if they had forgotten what your address was meant to be.

You weren’t foolish enough to think it could mean anything. But you weren’t strong enough not to feel the ache of it, either.

You stare at the stone floor, throat tight.

“Speak,” Sae said suddenly. Tone sharper now. “I see your thoughts stirring. Voice them.”

Your hands stilled. Rin, mid-step amidst his pacing, stopped aswell. Slowly, you set the porcelain cups upon the tray. Careful. Careful.

You smoothed your skirt with trembling fingers. When you lifted your head, two pairs of piercing teal eyes watched you now.

“I—” You faltered, breath shallow. Then steadied yourself. You then lifted your gaze with caution. “It is not my place, my prince.” You answered softly.

“You were not silent when we were children,” Rin said softly. “Say it.”

Your throat tightened. That was before, you wanted to say. Before I knew better. Before we were grown, and the world was watching.

But what came out was only, “You are to be wed, my prince. I only wish you happiness. Nothing more.”

Sae’s expression was inscrutable. “Do you.”

You kept your eyes lowered.

Sae studied you then, with a gaze carved from winter glass, cold and unflinching. A faint, bitter curve touched his mouth.

Without a word, he turned toward the hearth, the letter remained clenched in one white-knuckled grasp, folded neatly, as if to leave it open would be granting it breath it did not deserve.

And with a flick of his wrist—unceremonious, resolute—he fed it to the fire.

The flames leapt to meet it, as if starved. They coiled around the vellum with greedy tongues, tasting the ink and royal wax alike. The seal of that foreign crest—promise of a bethrothal that would never be—curled and blackened beneath their hunger.

The fire devoured it as Sae would any such notion—without hesitation, without mercy. No alliance forged by ink and duty would bind him. No crown would dictate the shape of his future.

You could only watch in silence as the letter crisped and curled upon itself, its words lost to smoke. Beside you, Rin did not move; he, too, would have cast it into the flames without pause.

Ash drifted upward like the bones of a dead thing. And when at last Sae turned from the hearth, the last of the embers still glowing faint and defiant, it seemed the matter was settled. He crossed the chamber toward you—each step echoing in the stillness.

You remained rooted, though your pulse quickened.

He passed close, so near you could scarce breathe—and spoke in a voice so low and quiet, brushing your ear like a blade sheathed in velvet.

“You always did lie poorly.”

Then he turned, the folds of his cloak whispering against the floor as he departed. Leaving only the fading scent of smoke and the brittle hush that followed ruin.

Rin remained by your side a moment longer. When he looked at you, it was not as prince to servant, but as something far older, far sadder.

“Stay close,” he said softly, a hand brushing your sleeve in passing. “You may yet be needed.”

He glanced toward the great doors. “The council summons us soon.”

With that, he follows Sae through the grand wooden doors, their echoing shut leaving you alone beneath the vast arches of the chamber. The faint scent of burnt parchment hung in the air, mingling with the clean promise of rain. The untouched tea sat cooling on the table, forgotten. And though your hands were steady, it was your heart that trembled.

[harpval]

🌿Blue Lock Love Island Au🌿

Rin and Sae x Reader

Blindfold challenge— Season 7, Ep. 2

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Hairs stand on end as the hostess approaches you and your fellow islanders. You’ve found a sweet connection with Rin Itoshi. You didn’t have anyone steal him from you, and you didn’t steal him from anyone in the first coupling of the season, he was up for grabs. Getting to know him has been sweet and you certainly have yourself strapped in for a slow burn.

Now, following the hostess’s instructions; You’re blindfolded in a chair a few feet away from Rin’s. The other couples are seated in a similar fashion, all creating a circular formation. You’re free to kiss anyone in the villa you please, or, to stay true to your couple and remain seated. The hostess goes around one by one, silently tapping you on the shoulder to allow you to make your decision. You remove your blindfold and move silently if you wish to explore another connection, and it’s all left completely anonymous.

It’s silent on your end and Rin’s end, across the way you can hear the silent padding of feet through the turf—followed by the sounds of wet kisses and shallow breaths if you squint.

You’re fairly certain that you haven’t caught anyone’s eye, nor has anyone else really caught your eye. So imagine your own surprise when you feel a presence standing before you. Silent and commanding of your attention, a cold sweat prickling your spine as the figure silently stepped closer to you.

His presence was calculating, even in front of you he was more silent and harder to detect than those you heard moving about. A finger hooks beneath your chin as if to warn you, breath ghosting over your lips slowly. Though when his lips finally press to yours the kiss is firm, slow and wet. Fucking phenomenal, may I add. It’s silent, and you can’t help but melt into it. Leaning forward just for a little more. Not that you have to worry, at this rate you’re not sure if he ever plans on stopping.

Until he does, the coolness in the air hitting your now wet lips and you’re forced to shut your mouth before bugs seek entry.

There’s a long silence as the figure slips away like he was never there. The scent wafting in your nose and you hope that Rin can’t hear the way you’re inhaling to get just one more wiff.

And as if by some invisible force its back again, the scent hitting you full force. The same presence, sleek and silent, though this time a hand positions itself on the back of your neck and tugs you in—a small breath escaping you you’re sure others heard before your lips collide with his again. Once more a wet kiss, firm, but slow enough to where you could hardly even hear.

The smooching ceased, and you’re instructed to remove your blindfolds. Other ladies of the villa rushing to fix their smeared lipstick—you attempt to signal to one of them they’ve got it on their nose but your attempt to warn is futile.

The hostess is giddy, taunting all of you with what she just saw, then announcing the arrival of the two bombshells—who are no where to be seen. That’s when you and one of the guys receive a text at the same time. (Not from the same person..)

Come find me in the Hideaway.

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I start my job Monday 😔 (I’m lowkey excited tbhhh)

[harpval]

Draft dump

Kaiser loves being the center of attention, even now, that trait remains unyielding. You’re at the height of your desires, the insatiable hunger for blood being passed through the neurotransmitters in your brain. Your body surging with excessive amounts of strength and hunger that you don’t know what to do with. And you feel it, every pulse pushed through your arteries into your bloodstream—or what’s left of it. Vampires essentially being the living dead rebranded, your body will consume the remains of your blood against your own will. You remain far from him, hiding in a corner as you bite down on your own hand to keep from accepting his offer, one of blood.

His fingers unbuttoning the top of his shirt to expose pale skin and the dip between his pectorals as he crouches down to your level, an arrogant grin on his face. Your stomach gurgles. The sight of his defined collarbones, or the flexing of his pulsing jugular calling out to you. You so wish to sink your teeth into the outline of his tattoo, you wonder if the tattoo affects the taste.

“beiß mich.” he provokes you. He aches to be the object of your desires. He relishes in it, the fact you’re so visibly writhing in order to resist him. You’re physically restraining yourself in order to resist him. Your eyes fasten shut and you shake your head, your heart throbbing senselessly at the base of your throat.

“Bite me.” He echoes in English, accent thick and demanding.

“I won’t be able to stop if I start,” you warn, and those words trigger the wild look in his eyes. One that hints he may just be more hungry than you.

[gohara]

LOVE DIVE !

feat. yukimiya kenyu, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro & shidou ryusei x gender neutral reader note. wooo this was a long one. hope you guys like it!! contains established relationships, suggestive themes ( bc it’s shidou, duh ) but overall sfw〳fluff [ please reblog if you enjoyed it helps me so much + masterlist ]

YUKIMIYA KENYU.

he leans in, his voice barely above a whisper. “are you sure about this?” his eyes search yours, looking for even the smallest trace of doubt. you nod, your heart pounding like it wants out of your chest.

you haven’t been dating yukimiya long, and you know he’d never push you into anything you weren’t ready for. but still, you can’t help the feeling that you want something more than just hugging and holding hands.

yukimiya’s touch is warm, gentle, grounding, and it sparks something in you that feels both overwhelming and safe. “we can stop whenever you want,” he says, his thumb brushing a slow, steady circle at your waist.

you nod again, barely whispering, “i know.” your fingers find his. it’s not rushed and definitely not perfect. but it’s yours.

you lean in and kiss him.

it’s short, a little awkward. your lips don’t quite know what they’re doing, and you pull away.

“okay,” you mumble. “that was kind of bad.” yukimiya lets out a quiet laugh, not teasing, just soft. “yeah, but that’s okay,” he says. “we’ll get there.”

ITOSHI RIN.

you aimed for rin’s cheek, really, you did, but he turned his head at the exact same moment, and suddenly your lips were pressed against his.

you froze, then jerked back, horrified.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, rin,” you stammered. “that was supposed to be a cheek kiss, as a thank-you for grabbing that for me, i swear!”

he blinked, clearly caught off guard. “…you kissed me.”

“accidentally!”

“don’t apologize.”

he looked at you. not cold, not aloof, just rin. his expression soft in a way that was rare from someone like him. “you don’t have to apologize for kissing me.”

your breath caught in your throat. “um, o-okay.”

rin’s mouth twitched, just slightly. not quite a smile, but close. then he reached up and casually closed the cabinet door like nothing happened.

“could’ve just said thanks.”

“yeah, well. lesson learned.”

he handed you the box he’d gotten down. “next time,” he said, brushing past you, “warn me first. and aim right.”

and if you were looking closely… you might’ve noticed the tips of his ears turning faintly red.

NAGI SEISHIRO.

you’re laser-focused on the crane game in front of you, determined to win that miffy plushie. you hardly notice nagi leaning in, quietly sliding himself between you and your shoulder.

he doesn’t say anything at first—just stands there, warm and heavy against your back, arms loosely wrapped around your waist. you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “what are you doing?”

“nothing. just focus.”

you try, but it’s not exactly easy with him pressed up against you like that and his breath tickling your neck. you tighten your grip on the joystick, eyes locking onto a rabbit with a blue shirt. you take a deep breath and hit the confirm button.

the claw drops, grabs the plush, and it lands right in the prize chute. a happy little jingle plays from the machine. you light up. “look, sei! we did it!”

he hums and leans in just enough to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “good job, baby.”

you cradle the plush to your chest, grinning like you just won the lottery. “he’s so soft,” you murmur, already imagining where you’re going to put him. “think he’ll get along with choki?”

nagi glances down, eyes half-lidded. “dunno. depends if miffy’s annoying.”

you elbow him gently, but you’re still smiling. “you’re the annoying one.”

“mm.” he rests his chin on your shoulder again, arms still wrapped lazily around you. “you still like me.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t argue. instead, you lean back a little into him, the plush squished between you.

“wanna try for another one?” you ask.

“nah.” his embrace on you tightens a little. “already got what i wanted.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

“you wanna make out?”

“what the fuck.”

“what, c’mon. don’t be lame.”

shidou’s grinning like he just dared you to jump off a roof with him. “we’re literally standing in front of a vending machine,” you deadpan. in public, you might add.

“yeah, and? romance can strike anywhere.” shidou cracks open a drink like this is the most casual thing in the world. “i’m just sayin’, if you wanna kiss me, ya don’t gotta make it complicated.”

“i never said i wanted to kiss you.”

“didn’t say you didn’t, either~” he sings.

you glare. he smirks. then shidou leans in, way too close. “you’re thinking about it now.”

“i’m thinking about shoving you into this vending machine.”

“kinky,” he says. “i can work with that.”

you groan and turn, but he follows like a shadow. “you’d like it,” shidou adds. “admit it.”

“what, kissing you?”

he clicks his tongue. “nah. me.”

you stop walking. “you’re the worst.”

“but i’m hot.”

“unfortunately.”

shidou grins, eyes glinting with that reckless spark. “so… we making out or what?”

you groan and before you can talk yourself out of it, you kiss him. just a quick peck, fast, like ripping off a band-aid.

“damn,” he says, licking his lips. “guess you do wanna make out.”

“that wasn’t making out,” you mutter, already turning to walk. he follows close behind, a little bounce in his step. “it was a solid warm-up though.”

“don’t push it.”

he laughs, completely unbothered. “too late. i’m already planning round two.”

[sei-rq]

about that latest oneshot you wrote... how do you think rin will react when he found out that his best friend and his big bro is now a thing? will he actually start crashing out or will he just go "wow you're stupid for falling for my brother"

best friend, itoshi rin has noticed some changes in your behaviour as of late, normally he'd just assume it's because of a new show/series/character that you're choosing to obsess over.

but no, this is different, you've been distant, more secretive, less talkative, always looking at your phone, grabbing it the second it beeps with a notification, smiling at your phone more often, and rin— rin is not okay, at all.

because as much as he would never admit it out loud, he misses you, this is so sappy because you're right here, next to him, but at the same time you're not.

he misses your constant chatter about what you did for the day, the constant 'ding' in his pocket coming from his phone due to your daily messages, he misses the occasional late night calls when he's too pent up from soccer to fall asleep, or when you're too stressed about an exam that's due the next day, listening to your whining about how you're sure you'll not make it this time around.

but you always do, because rin is here.

he wouldn't let you slip away, not when he's around.

so, why was he feeling off about all this, you've been closer to him ever since you first came to his house, you come over more often now, the routine goes like this:

dinner, rin dragging you to watch movies, some video games, random talking until he ends up falling asleep and you're gone by the time he wakes up in the morning.

something is off.

and then he starts to have his suspicions, sae has been acting strange, far stranger than you. it's weird because ever since his brother came back from spain, they haven't spoken much.

but everything feels different.

he notices instantly.

ever since sae started to put more effort in his looks, his clothes, he's wearing his hair down more often, he's always in a good mood not that his face says anything different, it's just— he looks happy.

and rin? he'd be glad, because sae has been treating him like he used to, slowly but surely they're going back to their old ways, starting with those popsicles they used to get when they were kids.

this time, rin's luck doesn't play by his side.

you lose.

he looks down at the stick in his hand and then towards his brother, who takes the finished popsicle out his mouth to see the text engraved on the stick.

...

you win.

rin expects sae to scoff at the stupid thing and say how something so insignificant can't judge his luck like he used to do.

but no.

it's there, so, so, so fucking faint, but it's there— a smile on his lips.

"i'm going to put this away, be right back." the older itoshi says as he gets off the couch, leaving rin with his thoughts.

just what has gotten into the people around him?

his question answers itself, when he hears a 'ding' next to him, he grabs it thinking it's his phone, probably something from you, he doesn't have notifications on for people other than this family and you.

it's not his phone.

but he can't be bothered to care because—

you [11:47pm]:

hey, come over today? i got your favourite chocolate and i have practice in a few days so i'll probably be busier, i need my fill of someone stupid til then.

cariño [12:29 pm]:

hii

i think i can!!

i'll ask rinnie if he can hangout tonight then >:D

also bribing me with chocolate isn't fair <\\3

you [12:36 pm]:

i simply made a request with no ulterior motives.

spoiling my girlfriend is seen as a crime these days?? how bad has society gotten.

cariño [12:40 pm]:

suree, keep telling yourself that..!

see you tonight, I love you <33

...

he shuts the phone off as soon as he hears sae's footsteps coming back to the room.

and before he knows it, he's back in his room, the door locked and his ears hot and ringing. he grabs a pillow off his bed, tossing it to the picture he has of him and sae on his desk, which is childish but rin's vision is blurry and his eyes feel hot.

it's not fair, not fair, not fucking fair.

why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why?—

why the fuck does itoshi sae get everything? does he not have enough of his own things? why is he stealing away the one thing rin had kept to himself, the one thing rin had allowed himself to be selfish over. it's not fucking fair— why his best friend?

he was planning on taking it slow, he thought he had finally found someone that understood him, someone that he could trust with ease and he doesn't do feelings, but he was willing to try, so why?

why now? when he has realised his own feelings? when he was planning on asking you out? right after he finished with blue lock and the u20 match, when he was waiting for the perfect day to finally have you? to make you his?

and if it isn't already enough, his phone buzzes on his desk.

and the universe mocks his existence.

stupid owl [12:40 pm]:

rinnieee.

can I come overrr :000

stupid owl [12:47 pm]:

rinrin?

rinniepoo

loml, star of my eyes rinrin !!

we can even watch that new thriller that came out recently !?

stupid owl [12: 55 pm]:

rin? you good? you're not even 'seen' zoning me like you normally do, woah! :((

...

okay, if itoshi sae wants to play like that, so fucking be it. rin isn't a kid anymore, he can be mature about this— and by mature he means..

you [1:00 pm]:

sure.

why don't you stay the night?

[harpval]

🧎‍♀️ I’m sat.

[harpval]

🌿Bluelock Love Island AU🌿

The OG’s Vs. The Bombshells

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🌿THE OGS🌿

Isagi Yoichi

Here for a genuine connection with pure intentions, while he is strategic he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s knocking on the dressing room as the girls ready themselves for the day, greeting them all with a wide smile but making sure his girl is fueled for the day with nicely made avocado toast and a drink of choice. He’s got a fantastic memory, he’ll know if you want coffee, tea, or house made orange juice to start your day. He’s silently competitive, you rarely see anyone get under his skin. The only time you might is if your connection is strong and you’re exploring other options.

Itoshi Rin

If you’ve seen season 6, Kordell is related to Odell Beckham—and doesn’t mention it a lot. Rin would be a bit similar, he would never bring up Sae. It wouldn’t be until someone makes a comparison about the two, their eyes, and the last name. Rin seems more shy, a bit closed off. He knows how to play the game so he’d approach first but you’d ultimately have to get a jumping point for the conversation. Once comfortable he’d be unexpectedly passionate, during a re-coupling he’d hold your gaze as he spoke, making it known that you’re the one he’s picking. Unintentionally too. The producers have to correct him for the next recoupling to *not* stare at you the entire time until he announces it.

Reo

While Reo can be a sweetheart, he can get petty extremely fast. Initially he’s the sweetest man you’ve ever met, friendly, and easy to talk to. But the moment someone else kisses you in a challenge? He’s fucking seething, he’s not used to not getting what he wants or getting his way and it’ll unfortunately show. He will actually crash tf out, he can’t let things go either. But, on the plus side, he’s ambitious and goal driven. He’s someone people gravitate towards not because of his money, but because of his warm outward demeanor. He’s going to surprise you with breakfast in bed every day, the two of you sprawl out on the couches while he massages your legs etc. still very much a sweetie.

Nagi

Nonchalant king, cannot lie. Signs up for the show because Reo wanted to experience this with him. Nagi requires patience and heavy communication, he’s a bit lazy, but nighttime is the best. He’s a fantastic cuddler with a thumb gently stroking at your side or your hip. Fantastic eye contact, you two lounge around the villa and talk about mundane things while he stares up at you with big sweet eyes. But unfortunately all these small things won’t be able to save him in a future recoupling. Reo is on his ass 24/7 about doing some grand thing for you, but his lack of action leads to his demise.

Gagamaru Gin

He’s immediately everyone’s first pick because of his height and initial nonchalant demeanor. He’s so unintentionally funny though, making the most unhinged comments in the calmest tone. He’s still pretty attractive but he’s got this weird sense of humor and way of doing things that just makes him a fun guy to be around too. He’s got fantastic advice surprisingly, and most of the girls in the villa cozy up to him for relationship advice. I can see him forming a solid relationship after a bit of exploring, he’s fairly confident and his laid back nature would allow for him to not get his feelings hurt—so long as he isn’t in too deep. If you want a guy to make you laugh, he’s it.

Bachira Meguru

Becomes a fan favorite without question, from the jump he’s energetic and eccentric. He quickly becomes friends with everyone, and definitely does explore his options. He usually goes for someone who’s interested first due to his own self esteem. But he’s very honest about it because the last thing he wants to do is hurt someone. Manages to stay friends with everyone, a big hugger—jumps on everyone and throws his arms around them. During challenges he’s very shocked whenever he’s picked but he makes sure that you do NOT regret it. Kisses always end in giggle fits between you two and you’re never bored with him. Opens up to you only if you’ve been together a long time, and definitely loves to surprise you. The absolute BEST partner for competitive challenges if you’re looking to make memories and have fun.

🔥THE BOMBSHELLS🔥

Kunigami Rensuke

The season prior to yours is the record holder for one of the biggest betrayals in love island history. Kunigami Rensuke was dumped from the island. His true nature and desire to play fair and be a gentleman left him vulnerable when a snakey bombshell pulled the rug from right under his feet. His experience was cut short after a few sweet lies were told by the girl he was coupled up with. Is asked to return to the show as a bombshell, and isn’t the outwardly honest gentleman viewers saw in the previous season. It’s his turn to make a dramatic entrance, he’s hot and captures the attention of the girls of the villa, he’s a flirt and fairly dry until you crack through his exterior. Sort of like Miguel, maybe. He flirts around a lot, ruffling some feathers, but it’s all worth it when he finds the one for him.

Barou Shoei

The bombshell ever. His aura is what makes him desirable, he gives off an outwardly bad boy-esque demeanor. He’s more than ready to step on some toes, stir up some shit. He goes into the villa with a goal. And he’s unafraid to make that known. It does not matter if you’re in the strongest couple, if he sees what he wants he is going to go for it. Though, he doesn’t wait around, if he sees a better connection elsewhere he’s going for it. On the contrary, he forms the strongest connection there. Makes you breakfast. Likely the first to go into the hideaway with you. If you two are strong then it’ll take a lot to turn his head, but he’s definitely a romantic and treats you like a queen once he’s got you—which is what makes people like him.

Kaiser Michael

Oh this man was born to be a bombshell. He was born for the big screen, he turns this shit into a movie. He explores his options, since he’s certainly got so many. He’s foreign, he’s charming, he has an accent, and he’s got an edge to him that the girls and viewers are itching to see. He purposely goes for the girls in the strongest couples just because he can, and so he can cause a trail of fire whenever he goes. A fire of drama, he has a flare for the dramatics and definitely has a theatrical way of acting—much like Rob from S6. But worse. His self esteem is secretly low, so he compensates for that by kissing you infront of your couple, making direct eye contact with the man as he does so. Points and winks at the camera, etc. It’s hard to form a solid connection with him because his walls are up, but once you manage there’s no going back. But trust me, you wouldn’t want to. Once he opens up he can be the best lover, it just takes a hell of a lot to get to that point.

Ryusei Shidou

He’s here for a good time, not a long time! He’s driven by his own desire for excitement. He brings the drama, the chaos, all of it. He’s got no shame in his game and will fully kiss you even if you’re in a couple, just cause he wants to. Has kissed someone just because he thought it would be entertaining before—caused the couple to fight, relished in it. He can be a good lover though, if you’re what he’s looking for. He needs someone who matches his freak, someone who keeps him on his toes. You can match his freak in private or be just as eccentric as he is, if you manage you’d become a power couple. But, if not, he leaves the show pretty soon. His time was short but his presence was lasting. Tries to fight Rin.

Alexis Ness

He’s a charmer, but overshadowed by Kaiser as he enters the villa with him. Ness has a snake like approach, and isn’t afraid to step on some toes to get what he wants. Though, he does it in such a way that your couple won’t even know what hit him till you’re choosing Ness in the recoupling. Aside from the fact he’s pretty strategic in how he moves, he’s genuinely a sweetheart and explores maybe one or two people before beelining for you. Goes after someone who sees him for who he is and appreciates his presence. Definitely someone that forms a lasting connection without the unnecessary drama. He’s open and honest too, and very fun to be around.

Oliver Aiku

The girls flock to him, the way he carries himself is enough to make him the perfect bombshell. He’s an avengers level threat for sure, sweet talking his way into a girl recoupling with him and ditching her other guy. But it’s hard to hide your true nature for long, he’s not very communicative and is definitely telling you and another girl the exact same things. He goes after nearly every bombshell, and comes back from casa amor with another girl. So he’s not the best lover on the show, he will never see the hideaway, but his departure is still sad since he was friends with anyone who didn’t get caught in the crossfire.

Otoya Eita

He’s a smooth talker, he’s captivating and has no trouble in sweeping girls off their feet with a few sweet promises whispered into their ears. He’s calm and laid back which makes him appear easy to talk to. But he quickly becomes love islands biggest heartbreaker, as he loses interest at the drop of a hat. Once he has you he’s moving onto the next thing. A fan favorite because of his lazy dry humor and relaxed approach to everything, definitely pisses off about half the girls because he can’t seem to make up his mind. His heads on a swivel, dropping his couple for any hot bombshell that enters the villa. Does not make it through the show, casa amor is his demise.

Sae Itoshi

A celebrity guest on the show, brought to stir up shit between him and his brother. He’s oblivious to his brothers silent rage, just playing the game like anyone else brought on the show. Doesn’t go out of his way to start drama, but won’t hesitate to step on some toes if he really really wants someone who’s in a couple. He’s looking for someone mature, and honest. He’s not going to stay in a couple just for the sake of being on the show, if he doesn’t like you or find a connection worthwhile he’s fine going home. He’s just here for the media coverage, to be fair. He’s not hard to get to know if he likes you though, once he’s got what he wants he fully intends on leaving the villa with you. He’s caring—making you breakfast, always having a hand on you respectfully, but also blunt. If he doesn’t like how you’re acting he’ll only tell you once before moving along. But he’d never leave you in the dark.

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Anri is also your fine ahh host

I cannot write for shit on my phone I apologize if this is bad:,) ARGH

I’ll still write for others even if they’re not on this list

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What if we called bluelock love island but nothing actually changes bc they’re actually the same.

Like wdym Nagi chose Isagi in the recoupling!?!

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Random Bllk guys x muscular reader! (Reader hinted to have fem anatomy)

Content: Maybe a little suggestive, semi threatened Masculinity, a little disorganized

Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Shidou, Ness, Karasu, Barou

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Isagi Yoichi

Could see him potentially being into that sort of thing. He doesn’t strike me as the type to feel even the slightest bit threatened by it, as a matter of fact it’d be a bragging point. Whether you’re muscular because of your sport or simply because you lift, he couldn’t care less.

The “oh yeah, that’s my partner,” goes crazy. He’s loud and proud.

Canonically obsessed with thighs, correct me if I am wrong. But whether they’re more mass or definition doesn’t matter to him, a strong pair of legs is enough to constantly catch the boy’s eyes on your legs.

Above all, however, he admires you for your strength. Watching you workout or play your sport leaves him feeling motivated. You two may or may not be able to train together depending on your training restrictions since most athletes have to stick to a schedule specific to the skill set required for their sport.

You do eat together, very often. He’ll geek out about soccer to you (and whether you have any clue what he’s talking about or not doesn’t matter, the way his expression lights up is just the sweetest.)

Secretly wants to train you in soccer, assuming you don’t play that is.

Constantly talks you up about how your legs give you the perfect prerequisite for playing the sport. You smile and nod.

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Itoshi Rin

His reaction depends on if he knows you’re an athlete or not. He wouldn’t be surprised you had muscle on you if he knew you played a sport or lifted. But how muscular you are may strike him a bit.

If you lifted just to lift however, he’d often make comment about how you should put your physique to use because there’s ‘no use in having all that muscle and nothing to do with it.’

Though subconsciously he’ll seek your approval, puffing out his chest a little more whenever you’re around. Keeping his arms crossed with his hands planted beneath his biceps to accentuate the muscle there.

When he’s working out though he doesn’t care. He won’t work out with you because that’s just how he is. You likely don’t want to workout with him anyway, he’d act like a coach. But you may catch him looking from time to time between sets, he’d never admit it.

Let’s say you play soccer, and somehow convince him to go down to the field with you and shoot for a bit. Since you’re a girl and he’s got that teenage boy mentality (let’s be real here) he doesn’t expect too much from you, but then you actually give him a run for his money—He gets all flushed and is now scrambling to impress you.

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Itoshi Sae

Similar to his brother, it doesn’t affect him much. But it’s pretty known he’s an ass man so I could see him honestly leaning towards someone with a more athletic build. We all know he likes booty.

He’ll use that as an excuse for why he’s staring. “It’s a shame really, you have the potential to be a good athlete but you just don’t do anything with it.” Once again, similar to his brother. “Is your only goal to look nice?” A compliment if you squint.

Gives you advice on training. He’s not the type to mansplain so he won’t be insufferable, and he won’t workout with you either because he refuses to do anything that won’t assist him in soccer. He doesn’t give a shit about body building type training, so to speak. But his advice is good, he’ll correct your form. If you’re having a hard time with RDLs he’ll keep a hand hovering against your lower back as he talks you through the movement.

If you’re bigger than him though, which realistically soccer players aren’t known for their mass, I wouldn’t see that sort of thing really affecting him. He’s more aware that you have different training styles.

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Ryusei Shidou

He’d be your biggest fan. And most feral. He fucking bites you. Sexual or not he’s going to bite you at some point in the day. Your biceps, your thigh, hamstring. You should consider equipping yourself with a spray bottle or rolled up newspaper to ward him off.

He’d be another to be loud and proud about it. “Yeah, I tap that.” In a more joking manner to see you get flustered. Or something along the lines of, “you could beat the shit out of me and I’d say thank you.” “Can you?”

Will jokingly call you mommy. If you ask him to do something his reply is always some variant of “yes mommy.” (Cue “daddy long lashes”)

He’d have more fun play fighting with someone stronger, it would feel like more of a challenge. He’d find your presence and strength utterly exhilarating. You pin him down and he giggles like a hyena under you. I’d say maybe you’re both around the same strength, which he adores. You can match his energy 10x better than the average person.

He doesn’t tease and play fight for the sake of winning, he engages with you in such ways for the sake of excitement. He’d go after someone who excites him.

Extremely excited by your strength. Certainly likes to test your endurance and stamina. Once more, do with this what you will.

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Karasu Tabito

I feel like he’d be normal about it, but initially surprised to see just how much muscle you have regardless of how you train since it’s common knowledge that not being a male makes it harder to have nice muscle maturity. He’d be impressed.

He’d have a lot of respect for you since he sees it’s a sign you work hard. Canonically he has respect for those he sees as surpassing mediocrity.

His initial conversation starter with you was about athletics and lifting, seeing as it’s something you may be able to talk about he calculated out the conversation before approaching you.

Likely met you in the gym or in some semi social setting.

Let’s say you were a bit stronger than him or more athletic. He wouldn’t feel emasculated but he’d feel mediocre. He likes you so he wouldn’t risk your opinion of him (any more than he already feels he has already being as ‘mediocre’ as he is) by challenging you, but his jaw tenses when he sees that you give him a run for his money in certain areas.

He gives me the vibe that he’d brag about you being able to pushups or pull ups. He’ll whisper in your ear about how he’s got the best/strongest partner of all his teammates.

He just needs reassurance, that’s about it.

If I wrote for him in the future he’d certainly be an unreliable narrator

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Michael Kaiser

Okay. This one was a bit harder for me to think of, since it’s hard for me to imagine him even wanting to be in a. Relationship or how he’d act. On one hand I feel he has the potential to be a good man but on the other I see his past holding him back from happiness.

Initially, he’d be put off by it. (Not unattractive, it certainly awakened something in him and he did NOT like that!) Whether you’re a phenomenal athlete or just muscular for whatever reason, it lit a fire under him. To put it simply, you keep him on his toes.

He’d have more respect for someone who he sees as almost a “threat.” He wouldn’t go out of his way to approach you so the situation would be more of a “forced proximity.” He’ll be boyish, challenging you to compete with him regardless of your set of skills.

It takes seeing your strength in real time to know he’s in trouble. You’re actually good at soccer? You can do more pull ups than him? Push more weight? (I wouldn’t say play fighting. I don’t think he’d take kindly to being pinned down. I don’t think he’d talk to you again if you did.) ptsd. I can’t imagine him liking being over powered in any instance tbh.

He never considered dating someone muscular before, he didn’t care, he had more important things to think of before a love life.

But the sight of your back muscles contracting and flexing beneath him awakens something in him that’s almost primal. Do with this what you will

Also another unreliable narrator if I wrote from his POV

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Alexis Ness

Oh. Oh.

He never imagined how it would be to date someone muscular. But boy he is enamored with you. He’s a worshiper for sure, absolutely entranced by your body like you’re some sort of work of art, a statue sculpted out of marble.

He would work out with you if you asked, to which he’d get yelled at by Kaiser for risking his soccer potential.

Ness wouldn’t feel emasculated but I feel like he’d try to become more muscular with the assumption that since you’re pretty fit that you want someone who can be at your level. He becomes a bit obsessed with it, trying to become more like you. Which, you’d need to shut that down right away before he becomes out of control.

He’d admire your muscles, fingers tracing over every dip and curve in your skin while you’re both laying down in silence.

He’s always watching you, his eyes never leaving your form. The way he looks at you is the furthest thing from casual and everyone can see it.

He likes being pinned beneath you. That’s it😛

I never know how to write ness like do I make him obsessed with reader or still obsessed with Kaiser URGH

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Shouei Barou

He’s not turned off at all. In fact he admires your strength, so long as you don’t outshine the king.

One thing that would put him off is if your hands are calloused. He’d wrap your hands for you before a lift if you refused gloves, but he’d buy you lifting gloves otherwise and scold you. “don’t come crying when you’re hands hurt.” He’d mumble under his breath. Secretly admiring the way your hands feel in his while he wrapped them but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of his “weakness.”

It gives him a sense of security knowing that you’re strong enough to hold your own, on the off chance he isn’t there to protect you from whatever it is you need to be protected from.

He’s big on making sure you stretch and roll out, once again scolding you if you forget to stretch before and after. He’ll huff and pout under his breath about how you don’t take care of your body while he massages the knots out of your muscles.

You two meal prep together. He likes to be prepared for the week, so every Sunday you two make a day of shopping for groceries and then prepping your foods for the week. He’s bossy in the kitchen, so do be patient. He’ll assign you a job like peeling the shell off the hard boiled eggs while he diligently cooks the chicken, the rice, the sides, the ground beef etc. control freak

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here’s a random draft I apologize for Mischaracterization.