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Jude

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Content: Blue Lock boys react...to you liking Jude Bellingham

Yoichi Isagi

      You’re cuddled up on the couch, phone in hand, when Isagi glances over your shoulder. He freezes when he sees the Jude Bellingham edit you just liked, saved, and reposted on tiktok.

      "Wait… you reposted that?" he asks, tone dangerously neutral.

      You nod absentmindedly, not noticing his sharp pout. "Yeah, the edit was sick and he looked fine as hell."

      Isagi sits up, suddenly needing space between you two. "Oh, cool. No, no, it’s totally fine. It’s not like I play soccer too or anything," he says, crossing his arms.

      You bite back a laugh at his sulking. "Ichi, are you jealous?"

      "Me? Jealous?" He scoffs. "Of a guy who doesn’t even know you exist? No way." But he refuses to cuddle you for the next hour, stealing glances at his own edits on youtube shorts to reassure himself. The ones on youtube were all made by his teenage fanboys to Brazilian phonk music. Was it phonk or funk? You always forgot the difference.

Meguru Bachira

      Bachira is perched beside you, humming softly, when he notices the repost. His eyes widened dramatically.

      "Jude Bellingham?" He gasps. "You have a crush on Jude Bellingham?"

      You blink at him. "I just liked the edit—"

      Before you can explain, he dramatically flops onto the floor. "I thought I was your number one football star!" he wails, rolling away from you in fake agony.

      "Meg—"

      "No, don't touch me!" he sniffs. Then, he peeks up. "Unless you're gonna repost a cool edit of me instead."

      You sigh. "Ugh, fine."

      He beams, immediately climbing back onto the couch. "You better repost one that uses my best goals! Also, make sure it has some cool effects—oh! And make me look really fast! Chigiri called me slow yesterday for asking if mirrors work in the dark."

      “Baby, mirrors reflect light. That’s literally their whole thing." You laugh at him.

      “Yeah, yeah I got all that explained to me already.” Bachira pouted. This is what happens when a bunch of teens drop out in the middle of their high school career to play soccer.

Hyoma Chigiri

      Chigiri raises an eyebrow when he sees the repost. "Jude Bellingham?" His voice is calm, but you can feel the judgment.

      "Don’t start," you warn, knowing that tone.

      He tilts his head, crimson hair falling over his shoulder. "I just didn’t realize you liked midfielders so much. I thought you were into forwards."

      You roll your eyes. "Hyo, it's just an edit—"

      He sighs dramatically, standing up. "No no, I get it."

      "You're being ridiculous."

      "Am I?" He flips his hair and walks off. Five minutes later, you hear him watching his own highlights on repeat.

      “Speed.. I am speed.” You hear Lightning McQueen’s voice over a Beyonce song. What’s worse is you knew exactly which edit of himself your princess boyfriend was watching.

Rin Itoshi

      Rin glares at your phone. "You reposted that?"

      You barely glance up. "Yeah, so?"

      "So?" His voice is dangerously low. "Why don’t you repost my edits?"

      You freeze. "That's why you're mad?"

      He crosses his arms, eyes narrowed. "I outplay guys like him daily. And yet, here you are, simping over some random Premier League guy."

      "He's not random—"

      "Oh, so now you're defending him?" Rin huffs. "Unbelievable."

      He goes completely silent, scrolling aggressively through his phone. Later, you find out he sent you every highlight reel of himself with the caption ‘Repost this instead.’

Seishiro Nagi

      Nagi, half-asleep in your lap, peeks at your screen and immediately sighs. "Haaah? That guy again?"

      You blink. "What do you mean ‘again’?"

      "I see his edits everywhere." Nagi pouts. "And now my own girlfriend is thirsting over him?"

      "I'm not thirsting—"

      "Hmph." He dramatically rolls off your lap onto the bed, lying face down. "Wake me up when you start appreciating me properly."

      "You want me to repost your videos?"

      "...Maaaybe."

      So you do, and he immediately perks up, pulling you back into a cuddle like nothing happened.

Reo Mikage

      Reo sees the edit and gasps. "Babe. Seriously?"

      You blink. "What?"

      "What?" he repeats, hand to his chest like you’ve personally betrayed him. "I literally fund your entire soccer fan experience. Who pays for your ESPN subscription? Me. Who takes you to VIP matches? Me. Who is your actual soccer playing boyfriend? Me!"

      You hold back a laugh. "Are you saying I should only repost you?"

      "Exactly." He crosses his arms. "If you're gonna simp over a player, it better be your own rich, talented, and incredibly handsome boyfriend."

      "I guess you do have a point.” You mumbled before spam reposting edits of him until he was satisfied.

Rensuke Kunigami

      Kunigami glances at your phone and raises an eyebrow. "Really? Jude Bellingham?"

      You shrug. "He's cool."

      Kunigami scoffs. "I'm cool."

      "You are," you agree easily, but he's already frowning.

      "I just don’t get it," he mutters, crossing his arms. "I play just as physically as him. My goals are just as powerful. But no, he gets reposted."

      "Rensuke," you groan. "You're seriously upset over this?"

      "I'm not upset," he says, but the way he's aggressively scrolling through football clips of himself suggests otherwise.

      Later that day, you find him in the gym, training even harder. You’re pretty sure he’s trying to outdo Bellingham now.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      Yukimiya’s first instinct when he sees the repost? He slides into your DMs like he’s a stranger.

      @kenyu_official: So, Bellingham, huh?

      You squint at the notification, then glance over at your boyfriend, who’s currently sitting across from you on the bed, clearly sulking.

      "You’re texting me from across the table?" you say, amused.

      Yukimiya sips his water, tilting his head. "Well, since you seem to be in love with him now, I figured I should keep my distance."

      You roll your eyes playfully. “Kenyu, seriously?”

      He leans back in bed, dramatically running a hand through his hair.

      "I just didn’t realize I had competition. Should I start playing midfield instead of forward?"

      You stand up, walking around the table to sit beside him. “There’s no competition, Kenyu.” You press a kiss to his cheek. “I only have eyes for you.”

      He sighs, finally smiling. "You better. I don't share."

Sae Itoshi

      Sae barely reacts at first. His attention is focused elsewhere, absorbed in his own thoughts. The air around him feels calm, almost too calm, as he scrolls through his phone. Then, without looking up, he casually mutters.

      "I’ve played against Bellingham before. He’s alright." His voice is indifferent, almost as if he's making a random observation rather than sharing a rare experience.

      You snort, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god, you’re jealous."

      "No," he replies immediately, not missing a beat, but his eyes flicker ever so slightly, betraying a hint of something deeper.

      "Yes," you say, sure of yourself now, leaning back with a teasing grin. He exhales, looking at his phone with an almost exaggerated air of disinterest.

      "Just saying," he begins, as though he’s offering some kind of wisdom, "You have a world-class footballer right here, and that’s who you repost?"

      You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward. "You want me to repost you?"

      He remains expressionless, his usual cool composure creeping back in.

      You glance at his face for a moment. Then, after a beat of thought, you unlock your phone, and with a dramatic flourish, repost a bunch of his videos.

Ryusei Shidou

      Shidou sees the repost and immediately grabs your phone.

      "The hell is this?"

      "An edit—hey, give that back!"

      He scowls at the screen. "This is what you’re into?"

      "He’s just a pretty good soccer player!"

      "Yeah? Then I’m scoring a hat trick in the next game, and you’re gonna repost an edit of me," he declares. "With better music."

      You roll your eyes. "Fine."

      He grins. "Good. Now, gimme a kiss to prove I’m still your favorite."

Michael Kaiser

      Kaiser isn’t worried.

      At least, that’s what he tells himself, until he sees the edit in your reposts. His usual arrogance wavers for just a second.

      "A Bundesliga player, huh?" he hums, recalling when Jude played for Borussia Dortmund at just seventeen years of age. He had to admit, it was really impressive.

      You nod, scrolling through your phone. "Yeah, Bellingham is insane."

      Kaiser leans in closer, whispering in your ear, "Not as insane as me, though."

      Before you can reply, he grabs your phone, deletes the repost, and replaces it with an edit of himself.

      You stare at your screen, bewildered. "Michael, did you just—"

      He smirks, kissing your cheek. "You made a mistake. Don’t worry, I fixed it for you."

      You roll your eyes. "You’re so dramatic."

      "No, no," he says smoothly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You’re just confused about who the superior player is."

      You sigh. "Whatever you say, delulu man."

      Kaiser grins. "And yet, here you are, still in love with me."

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Lovesick! Itoshi Rin who started pushing you away the moment he felt you might become someone important to him.

Lovesick! Rin who was afraid of letting you in, of showing you his true self because he was afraid of you not loving him back and leaving him behind like his brother did.

Lovesick! Rin who despite trying his best not to fall for you couldn't help but curse his stupid heart as he found himself unable to live without you in his life.

Lovesick! Rin who finally gave in and accepted his love for you, after struggling to not fall for you all this time, knowing he failed miserably.

Lovesick! Rin who then found how much more he enjoyed life when with you, how much he loved the way you saw the world, how much he loved the way you saw him.

Lovesick! Rin who knew you were the one when he realised you had seen all of him, the good, the bad, the truly disgusting side which even he couldn't stomach, and still stayed, still loved him.

Just Lovesick! Rin who thought you would ruin him, but you ended up making him a better version of himself, something he now knows he wouldn't have become without you.

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itoshi rin

just rin and his cutesy girlfriend who loves it when he does her hair.

his hands are just so nice, and feel so good! the way he gently brushes his slim fingers through her locks, free hand reaching to gently pick up the bow you picked out.

“are you sure it’s this one?” he asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. you nod happily, and rin is sure he’ll melt as he moves to tie the bow into your hair.

“so pretty.” he hums after finishing, looking back at your reflection in the mirror as your expression brightens.

your boyfriend, rin, is always happy to help with your outfits, your hair, even your makeup— but he will admit, he feels just a little flustered when you ask him to apply your lipstick for you.

“alright, love. let me just..” he trails off, attempting to appear nonchalant. he’s definitely not nervous. not at all!

okay, maybe he is. but he just wants to make sure his cute girlfriend’s face stays cute— he’s never ever forgive himself if he smeared her lipstick!

however, despite his doubts, rin is actually pretty good. and as time goes on, he’s a pro. easily applying some pretty lipstick over your lips, smiling just a little at the happy expression on your face. you’re so beautiful, he thinks.

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note: might make more parts if u want more :3 sorry if this is short / boring!! :((

Hello Mar, I love your writing and the answers to the requests you've received thus far (especially the plushie one).

How would Kaiser, Rin & Sae react to their so being incapable of kicking a soccer ball? They either miss kicking it entirely due to lack of coordination and ehen they do kick it, it doesn't roll very far.

Thank you!

Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball

a/n-HELL YEAH GIRLL yall are litterally so creative w those requests i always can't wait to write them!

Enjoyy:>

- Kaiser, Sae, Rin

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Michael Kaiser

Kaiser had never seen anything quite like this before.

"Liebling, what was that?" he asked, barely holding back his laughter as he watched you attempt to kick the soccer ball for the third time—only to miss it entirely. You stood there, foot still raised mid-air, blinking down at the completely untouched ball.

"I—I just miscalculated," you muttered, cheeks burning as you placed your foot back on the ground. "Let me try again."

Kaiser smirked, folding his arms. "Oh, by all means. This is the most entertainment I’ve had in weeks."

You huffed and squared your shoulders. This time, determined not to fail, you swung your foot back and kicked with all your might.

The ball rolled exactly two feet forward.

Silence. Then Kaiser burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. "Mein Gott, Liebling! That was precious. Are you sure you’re not secretly a pro?" He swiped a tear from his eye before sauntering over and ruffling your hair. "I think you should stick to watching me play instead. You’re much cuter that way."

You groaned, shoving his hand off. "You're the worst."

He only grinned. "And yet, you still love me."

Itoshi Rin

Rin was usually a patient man. Usually.

"How… how are you this bad at it?" he asked, staring at you in utter disbelief.

You scowled at him, arms crossed. "It’s harder than it looks! I don’t have a foot made of steel like you."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, let’s try again. Stand properly. Balance your weight. And for the love of god, look at the ball."

You tried. You really did. But once again, your foot barely made contact, causing the ball to pathetically wobble forward.

Rin exhaled sharply through his nose. "That’s it. We're not leaving until you kick it properly."

Your eyes widened. "Rin, no."

"Rin, yes."

"I swear, if you make me do drills—"

"Start running."

"I hate you."

"No, you don’t. Now, again."

Itoshi Sae

Sae was unimpressed. That much was obvious.

He watched as you lined up for another attempt. The first few times, you'd whiffed completely. The fourth time, you'd made contact, but the ball had barely budged. And now? Now you were overthinking it so much you looked like a robot about to malfunction.

With a long sigh, Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not fighting for your life. Just kick the damn ball."

"I'm trying!" you snapped, frustration bubbling over. "Some of us aren’t soccer prodigies, y'know."

Sae raised an eyebrow. "Clearly."

You turned away with a scowl, but before you could kick again, you felt hands on your waist. Your breath hitched as Sae leaned down, his voice low in your ear. "Here. Let me show you."

His foot ghosted over yours, adjusting your stance. He guided your leg back and forward, helping you make clean contact with the ball. It rolled smoothly across the grass.

He stepped back, crossing his arms. "See? Simple."

You turned to him with a glare. "Yeah, well, it’s easier when you're practically doing it for me."

Sae smirked. "So, you admit you need me."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth on your face betrayed you. "Shut up."

He let out a soft chuckle, ruffling your hair before walking off. "Come on. Let’s try again. Maybe in another hundred years, you’ll actually get decent."

You groaned. This was going to be a long day.

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Reo Mikage was in love with you, and it wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone knew. From his closest teammates to the idiots still drooling over you like they had a shot. He made it clear with every look, every word he said to you, but still… you had one condition: take things slow.

And yeah, Reo agreed. Begrudgingly.

But there were days, like today… when his patience was hanging by a thread.

He found you just as you were leaving class, checking your mailbox with that curious look of yours. And there they were, those ridiculously cheesy flowers sticking out of the slot like they were trying to piss him off.

Reo stopped in front of you, arms crossed, his expression clearly annoyed. Eyes cold as steel.

"Busy?"

He tried to sound casual. He failed miserably.

You looked up at him with a raised brow, a teasing smile curling on your lips when you caught the pissed-off look on his face.

"Kind of… Still haven’t found yours," you said, as if you were really looking for it among the anonymous letters.

Your comment made him narrow his eyes, clearly annoyed but also kind of amused. He stepped in closer, just enough so only you could hear what he said:

"Of course not. Mine doesn’t fit in some damn mailbox," he muttered, his voice low and intense enough to send a chill down your spine.

You let out a small laugh, nervous and amused all at once. Reo crossed his arms again, like he was trying real hard to keep it together.

Later, after class, you finally got what Reo meant.

The sun was starting to set behind the buildings, casting warm colors across the sky, and you were walking calmly toward the front gate. The usual buzz of students filled the air, everyone carrying bags and flowers and then you just stopped dead in your tracks.

Two black trucks, parked right at the entrance, caught your eye. The trunks were wide open… and overflowing with flowers. But not just any flowers. Your favorite ones.

Leaning way too casually against one of the trucks, Reo watched the scene with that cocky smile of his plastered on his face.

"Didn’t you say you hadn’t seen mine?" he asked with a smug tone as he saw you freeze. "Mine doesn’t fit in some damn mailbox," he repeated, lower this time, just for you, his smile softer, more honest. "Because you don’t fit in something that small either."

And yeah, damn it, Reo Mikage is arrogant, possessive, and jealous as hell… but he’s also completely, hopelessly in love with you. And you know it.

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