#noel noa

[eldritchenthusiast]

Top 10 pictures taken years before disaster

[yunisliko]

Sex hcs

Will add

Breeders: Bunny (lol), Barou, Sae, Raichi, Shidou (he likes hearing the squelch), Gagamaru, Nagi (unintentionally, too lazy for condom or pull-out), Hiori, Ness

BDSM: Hiori, Otoya, Aiku, Kaiser, Ness, Shidou, Sae, Lorenzo, Prince, Adam Blake, Bachira, Ego (if he REALLY likes you), Hugo, Luna

Light bondage: Ego, Barou, Yukimiya, Isagi, Sae, Loki, Karasu, Bunny, Aryu, Reo, Nagi, Wildcard!Kunigami, Kiyora, Pablo Cavazos

^(Feel like I might be overestimating this)

Vanilla: Isagi, Bachira, Gagamaru, Nagi, Rin, Yukimiya, Karasu (maybe), Barou, Niko, Nanase, Kurona, Sendo, Noa, Tokimitsu, Zantetsu, Anri, Pablo Cavazos

Fastest (pace): Chigiri, Gagamaru, Loki, Zantetsu, Barou, Aiku, Shidou, Rin, Kiyora

Fastest (cummer): Virgin!Isagi; Rin; Reo; Gagamaru (but he gets right back up again); Niko; Bachira… Bunny

Slowest (pace): Pre-WC!Kunigami (too scared to hurt you), Tokimitsu, Aryu, Nagi, Otoya, Karasu

Slowest (cummer): Barou, Sae, Loki, Lavinho, Snuffy, Ness, Raichi, Yukimiya, Isagi (he’s adapted)

Meanest: Sae, Hiori, Rin, Bunny, Ego, Noa, Kaiser, Wildcard!Kunigami

Sweetest/most loving: Bachira, Isagi, Anri, Hiori, Barou, Pre-WC!Kunigami, Kurona, Nanase, Karasu

Creampies: Bunny, Isagi, Shidou, Lavinho, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Lorenzo, Aryu, Snuffy, Aiku

Oral (give and receive): Rin, Shidou, Hiori, Bachira, Isagi, Lorenzo, Aiku, Chigiri, Nagi, Ego, Ness, Gagamaru, Otoya

Most stamina: Kunigami, Raichi, Tokimitsu, Aryu, Rin, Gagamaru, Karasu, Aiku, Shidou, Bachira, Barou, Bunny, Hugo, Kaiser, Pablo Cavazos, Kiyora

Most sensitive: Rin, Isagi, Hiori, Nanase, Otoya, Reo, Chigiri, Ness, Pablo Cavazos

Biting: Rin, Bachira, Shidou, Kaiser, Lorenzo, Aiku, Zantetsu, Kurona, Nanase

Scratching: Chigiri, Aryu, Shidou, Bachira, Kaiser, Ness, Loki, Pablo Cavazos

Whimperer: Hiori, Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nanase, Aryu, Ness, Niko, Anri, Reo, Otoya, Yukimiya, Tokimitsu, Lavinho (lower pitched, though), Kira, Pablo Cavazos, Rin (tries to hide it)

Groaner: Loki, Ness, Lorenzo, Anri, Reo, Otoya, Aiku, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Shidou, Sendo, Nagi, Karasu, Bunny, Hugo, Chris, Pablo Cavazos

Grunter: Aryu, Kunigami, Barou, Raichi, Kaiser, Niko, Snuffy, Ego, Reo, Aiku, Rin, Kiyora, Yukimiya, Gagamaru, Nagi, Karasu, Bunny, Hugo, Noa, Adam Blake, Kurona, Kira

In the bedroom: Hiori, Rin, Barou, Isagi, Sae, Aryu, Chigiri, Ego, Nagi, Niko, Nanase, Tokimitsu, Hugo,

Somewhere else in the house: Rin, Anri, Kaiser, Ness, Shidou, Loki, Otoya, Bachira, Lorenzo, Pablo Cavazos

Somewhere public, but secluded: Hiori, Reo (thinking about him shoving bills into your mouth to keep you quiet), Bunny, Loki, Aiku, Otoya, Hugo,

Exhibitionist: Shidou, Aiku, Sae, Bunny, Ness (yeah), Lorenzo, Nagi (lowkey), Snuffy

Voyeur: Hiori (heh), Otoya, Reo, Lavinho, Ego

Mating press: Sae, Barou, Kunigami, Snuffy, Hiori, Karasu, Yukimiya, Bachira, Nagi

Thickest: Barou, Kunigami, Nagi, Tokimitsu, Noa, Snuffy, Bunny, Hugo

Longest: Aryu, Kaiser, Snuffy, Rin, Sae, Ego, Gagamaru, Yukimiya, Lorenzo

Willing to take anal: Ness, Isagi, Bachira, Shidou, Reo, Nagi, Nanase (unwillingly at first, but caves because he loves you), Zantetsu, Bunny, Gagamaru

Willing to give anal: Sae, Gagamaru, Kaiser, Lorenzo, Bunny (the more holes filled, the better), Reo, Hiori, Karasu (if ya beg), Shidou, Bachira, Tokimitsu (it fits better)

Cryers: Isagi, Nanase, Chigiri, Reo, Nagi (can’t just be a fuck buddy, he’s gotta love you a lot), Yukimiya, Shidou (light tears, he’s loving it so much), Niko, Aryu, Ness (bawls when he’s bottoming, when he tops it’s only a few tears), Anri, Sendo

Loudest: Shidou, Aiku, Bachira, Nanase, Reo, Sendo, Aryu (“Oh, darling! You’re doing do well! So glam!”)

Quietest (this is not to say they don’t make noise): Sae, Bunny, Niko, Otoya, Ego, Noa, Snuffy, WC!Kunigami, Kurona

Biggest dirty talkers (degrading): Sae, Bunny, Aiku, Kaiser, Rin, Chigiri, Kiyora

Biggest dirty talkers (praising): Reo, Shidou, Isagi, Chigiri, Hiori, Karasu, Kaiser, Loki

[emm1ch1]

happy world cup final everyone

and this is a reference

[neeeooon]

This is like my first time sending a request 😰 could you write head canons for Isagi,post-wc kunigami,barou,chigiri,nagi and Noel Noa when they’re signing stuff and greeting fans and they get blinded by readers face card 🥹✌️

cutee YES thank you for requesting!!

when they fall for you at a fan-signing

bllk x gn!reader. pure fluff, some embarrassment

isagi yoichi

-> he’s like a puppy—excited for and in awe of his very first signing event for fans—and can hardly contain himself as he happily greets everyone who approaches him

-> the only time he’s able to stop is when it’s your turn for his signature, your smile twitching with nerves yet blinding

-> and it’s because everything stopped

-> the second you halted in front of him with your isagi poster outstretched and awaiting a signature, it sped up again. as did his heart

-> isagi has no chill. absolutely none. he’s staring at you, unable to look away, as he fumbles for his marker. he can’t see his own face for obvious reasons, but judging by the laugh you’re struggling to hold in, it’s something alright

-> unable to speak without stuttering as he tries to ask you for your name. of course, your voice is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard

-> scribbles his number in shaky scrawl and hands the poster back to you with the dopiest grin on his face

kunigami rensuke

-> his line of fans is a bit shorter than the others after he refuses to do any sort of fan service. he’s there to sign posters and collect his paycheck

-> he has a lapse in judgement when you appear in front of him for the first time

-> there’s a… twinge in his chest that makes him gasp, and your brows immediately come together in concern. “mr. kunigami! are you okay?”

-> no, no he’s not. his palms sweat so much around the marker in his fist, he’s afraid it’ll slip out. his heart is beating faster than it had in months, and he’s starting to consider this a medical emergency when you reach forward, ignoring the signs not to, and place your hand on his arm

-> everything stops at once, and kunigami realizes quick that this is something much worse than a medical emergency

-> he snatches his arm away instinctively despite the chill he feels without your touch and fixes his face. “name?”

-> you seem surprised, but just for a moment. “s-sorry..” “dear sorry—“ “wait, no, i mean—! it’s y/n.”

barou shoei

-> if he has to say “baro baro kyun” one more time he’s gonna baro baro shoot himself in the face

-> so, not only are you gorgeous, but when you appear only asking him for a signature? he’s head over heels

-> he’s been following the same script for fans, but even though he knows he should only ask your name, barou finds himself wanting to know more

-> while it’s unprofessional, barou completely ignores the time limit set for each fan and waves staff off whenever they try to pull you away

-> when the people behind you start to get rowdy, a single glare from the man himself is enough to remind them who exactly they’re waiting for a signature from

-> he would have gladly wasted the rest of his day just basking in your presence, but you were the one to pull away first. “thank you so much for extending our time…”

-> before you slip away into the crowd, you scribble something on a scrap of paper and casually “forget” to take it with you. barou can’t hide the startled blush that covers his face when he flips it over to discover your phone number jotted down beside a tiny heart

chigiri hyoma

-> his head hurts, hand aches, eyes sting after signing so many items for fans, and he’s ready to go home and sleep… until it’s your turn in line

-> you’re like a breath of fresh air. chigiri swears he can see the halo above your head as you approach, quickly handing your picture of him over with a blindingly bright smile on your face. “wow! you’re even prettier in person? how is that possible?”

-> his immediate reaction is to say, “you, too.” before realizing that makes no sense. instead, he swallows his words and takes the photograph

-> you stand there, unable to be still in your excitement. “this is so surreal. chigiri hyoma, right in front of me. is your hair real? it looks real. can i—“

-> “name?” he has to cut you short, because he cannot hear another compliment without fear of catching on fire

-> you tell him, your eyes sparkling with glee, and chigiri can’t stop himself from following up with a quick, “and your socials?”

-> thankfully, when fans notice the official chigiri hyoma insta following a fan account, they can’t imagine it’s because he’s completely fallen for the person running it

nagi seishiro

-> he doesn’t want to be there, bored out of his mind, complaints of his hand hurting thick on the tip of his tongue… until you appear in front of him

-> nagi can only compare you to an energy drink, as your mere presence has him buzzing

-> he wasn’t supposed to accept gifts, especially edible ones, but when you appeared with an adorable tote of homemade cookies? nagi blatantly ignored his manager and took the treats with a tiny tick in his lip

-> “pretty.” “t-thank you! i was up all morning—“ “oh. the cookies, too, i guess.” “…!!”

-> he’s shamelessly admiring you and the way you blush and stumble over your words. though he hadn’t done it yet, nagi had noticed some players like bachira squeezing and shaking their fans hands and ponders briefly before holding his out to you

-> you stare at it, blinking in bewilderment, before carefully dropping your hand in his. nagi squeezes your hand and waves it around twice, smiling at your shock-limp wrist

-> “will you visit me again?” “huh?” “before the event ends. will you come back?” “um. i. y-yes.?” and that’s all he needs to release your hand and wave goodbye. he’ll ask for your number when he has more time to admire you without the staff breathing down his neck

noel noa

-> noel didn’t attend fan events often anymore, so you made sure to jump at every chance you got

-> he was there to watch over the team he was assisting, not actually sign things himself. however! how was he supposed to say no to your bashful cuteness as you “accidentally” appeared in front of him with his photograph and pen in hand muttering, “wait, this isn’t a line..”

-> he lets it slide when you “reluctantly” hand your noel noa poster over to him. “oh, hey, it’s you! what a coincidence! i found this poster over there… crazy… what’s your name again?”

-> noa kept his face meticulously blank the entire time, but his heart is racing inside his chest. how is it possible for someone so adorable to exist?

-> since he’s part of the staff today, no one else really comes up to chat with or check on him, meaning no one notices how you linger by his side, occasionally sneaking peeks or asking random questions

-> after he’s already told you his favorite color, favorite season, the hour he was born, his mothers maiden name.. he decides it’s time to even the playing field and holds his hand out to you

-> when you tilt your head, he simply says, “phone.” and you metaphorically explode after dropping the device into his hand for him to type his number

[nyny-berry71]

Nasty French Jealousy-Bllk’ boys

Pairing: French Blue Lock x Female Reader

Summary: Babysitting in your spare time, you would have never guessed that a child barely five years old would become your boyfriend's greatest enemy. "You're not jealous, are you?"

Tag/Warning: Fluff, jealous boyfriend, established relationship, silly and not serious.

a/n: France is playing tonight, so here’s a special. Have a good read, and don’t forget: on encule le sionisme et l’état illégitime, génocidaire d’israël.

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Loki ⋆˚꩜｡

Today was track and field practice. Enough to keep up his speed and cardio for the field, certainly not enough to make him sweat.

But today was Wednesday—in other words, the day off from school for the boy you're babysitting.

Five years old, tall as three apples and already stars shining in his eyes every time your boyfriend increases the pace. The already absurd pace.

"Your boyfriend is super mega fast!"

He shouted almost every minute; his sentence not even finished that Julian had already skated half of the track.

"I really, really want to race against you!"

From up in the stands, he had shouted that request at the top of his lungs. His boundless bravery gently amused you.

Even more so when Julian stopped at the bottom of the stands, pausing his stopwatch to fulfill a child’s dream.

A little too easily for your taste.

Now on the track, a top-level athlete was up against a child who was probably still tripping over his untied shoelaces.

"What's your best time?"

Stretching to keep his momentum, he asked this very serious question to a very childish kid.

"I'm the fastest in my school."

He let out a laugh—muffled, suppressed—but a laugh that set off alarm bells for you.

"And I'm probably the fastest in the world."

He looked at you as he said that, his expression a mixture of amusement and haughtiness.

You should have known—Julian was still jealous.

He’s been jealous ever since that time you told the child he was the fastest person you’d ever seen.

Discreetly, you shook your head at him, a look that made him understand he had to let the child win.

"What does the winner get?" Clearly very fond of gifts, the poor kid had no idea what was in store for him.

"The winner gets a kiss and the right to spend a whole day with me," Julian’s eyes lit up at your suggestion. "And you, Julian, if you win, you’ll get a week without any praise."

Enough to motivate the troops but discourage childish behavior.

But enough to bring a pout to the face of the oldest one—the supposedly most mature one.

"Ready, set, go!"

Needless to say, you could still hear the child gasping for breath while Julian was already far ahead. Way ahead, as if he hadn’t understood what the rewards were.

All that, only to see him, barely a few seconds later, approach the finish line and stop.

He was stamping his foot, and you couldn't understand why he was looking back, ready to take off again at any moment.

And the answer came two minutes later, as the breathless child arrived, alternating between running and walking, a look of pure exhaustion in his tired eyes.

You understood when, once he caught up to him, Julian ran at his pace and together they crossed the finish line.

So perfectly in sync that you couldn’t argue with him being second.

"You’re such a kid, Julian."

"Not my fault—there was a kiss at the end of it."

Noa ⋆˚꩜｡

You knew that, deep down, he disliked it when you looked after that child.

For the sake of that child—who was too capricious for his taste—you’d signal to him to be quiet so you could listen to whatever uninteresting things he had to say.

You also had this habit of not correcting him when he chewed with his mouth open. The sound of his munching drove him crazy, but didn't seem to bother you in the least.

But the last straw was when he found the child in his trophy room—and among his other prized possessions—fiddling with everything, and you didn't say a word to him.

Worse yet, you’d hug him while big crocodile tears streamed down his cheeks.

His mouth stammering that he was afraid of the man who looked like Santa Claus.

"Can't you see he's not even crying?"

"Noel Noa, don't you have a heart at all? See, that's the kind of question journalists might ask if they saw you acting like that."

"Like what?"

"Like a big baby jealous of another big baby."

It outraged him—you could see it all over his face. But you didn’t see the child in your arms sticking his tongue out at him.

A double standard of which he was the victim.

Poor, unfortunate husband getting scolded by his beloved wife.

"You love him more than me, is that it?"

Your eyes widened, your lips parted in shock.

The icing on the cake—the ball in the back of the net—he was jealous.

Noel Noa, a legend and symbol of French soccer, who shone on the international stage more than anyone else, was jealous of a child.

All because, for just one day, you cared a little less about him.

"The cameras on you, the flashes everywhere you go—isn’t all that enough to inflate your ego in the face of a child?"

That kid cradled in your embrace was the little devil on your left shoulder.

A little devil who, hidden behind you, was making fun of him, pulling faces while you had to hold back your laughter at the absurdity of his jealous outburst.

"It will never be enough when it comes to you."

He admitted it in a solemn tone, devoid of that nonchalant air that usually came so naturally to him.

And that made you smile—he was really weird sometimes.

But he was all yours.

That night, as the two of you lay there patiently waiting for sleep to settle in the darkness, you thought back on that incident.

And even though it made you smile to yourself, you couldn’t help but think that even in the presence of a child, he still found a way to surprise you.

That his boldness was greater than that of a child who was still learning to speak.

"I want a child," you murmured, feeling him stir beneath the sheets. Turning to look at you, barely making out your silhouette. "Only one. Just to give you a little extra love."

"So," he pulled you closer to him, your back resting on his chest. His kiss burning your skin. "Who do you love more, the boy or me?"

"You. Only you."

Hugo ⋆˚꩜｡

Who would have thought that Mr. Destiny would find himself, against his will, in a situation where nothing went according to that so-called destiny?

While passing by your house, a little boy opened the door for him instead of you.

And before letting him in, the boy eyed him from head to toe before shouting to you that there was a weird man at the door.

To his great dismay, there were two just like him.

Two twins who shared a sharp tongue and a habit of not coloring inside the lines.

"You went over the lines here."

"And you have red hair," the first one snapped back. "Plus, I’m sure girls don’t like that," the other retorted.

Ouch. Not only was that completely irrelevant to the situation, but he genuinely thought his beetroot-red hair was cute.

You were the one who told him that.

Could it be that these two kids were right?

"I like your crimson hair," the voice of reason chimed in from the couch. "At least you match the French flag."

Too bad for him—you were worse than they were.

The three of you laughed, and he saw you cast a very special look at the two little rascals who were laughing their heads off.

The kind of look you would cast on him when he played.

Except that those two were not him, and they had nothing to do with your angelic behavior—which could only be described as such when compared to those two little devils.

And noticing that, he felt something weird stirring in his stomach. Envy and that misplaced jealousy of wanting to be the only one to have your sweet eyes.

It wasn’t until a little later that they realized that yes, even with red hair, you could have a little crush.

So, right in the middle of playing with modeling clay, Hugo sculpted you a little heart with your initial on it.

It was cute, it was adorable, enough to earn a kiss on the cheek.

"That’s adorable, sweetie."

They stopped dead in their tracks, their little fingers crushing the clay in the palms of their hands.

Their small hearts probably shattering inside their chests.

"What do you mean, 'sweetie'?" One asked, exasperated. "Are you two…lovers? " the second one added, sounding almost as betrayed.

Hugo’s lips curved slightly. Something he called a smile.

Then the realization hit him: he had just discovered a weakness to exploit as dazzling as finding an oil gusher in his backyard.

"I’m not just her sweetie—I’m her boyfriend."

He’d already seen hundreds of over-the-top reactions in his life, whether on the field or elsewhere.

But the satisfaction of seeing tears well up in their eyes, watching them get up and run into your arms—that was something that went beyond simply accepting one’s fate.

"But that’s not fair! You told us you loved us so much!"

"He’s not even handsome!"

He revelled in the spectacle and wanted to play along a little.

"We can settle this with a game. The winner gets to take her heart home."

"Don’t push it, Hugo," you said, stifling your giggles, fingers still running through their hair. "They’re still too young."

But nothing convinced him to rethink his proposal.

Certainly not the shouts of agreement from the two who were really fired up against him.

Two against one is only unfair when the guy playing alone isn’t part of soccer’s elite.

"I have to score three goals, you just one," his index finger pointed skyward. "No rules. Just one destiny."

There he was, playing the philosopher in front of two kids who thought they stood a chance against him.

Very quickly, and despite your words of encouragement for the two little ones, he scored his first two goals.

Yet they didn’t seem willing to give up, not even when you noticed Hugo deliberately missing opportunities just to play a little longer.

Just to do a few more nutmegs and dribbles to impress you.

And it came as no surprise when he scored his last goal, with both of them in front of the net, not bothered by the offside rule.

Of course they cried—a lot more when you took him in your arms.

Kissing the winner, a childish smile on your lips.

"Jealousy suits you well, Hugo. But that doesn't change the fact you already had my heart even before."

Charles ⋆˚꩜｡

He looked like a fawn sprawled out in the grass, a pout adorning his mischievous little face.

He’d been sulking ever since you’d excluded him from the game; his feints and shots—which, strangely enough, were all aimed at the child’s head—a bit too rough for your liking.

And to get back at you for this unfair exclusion, he’d gobbled up all the fruit compotes you’d brought for the boy’s snack.

Leaving just one for him. The banana one. He deserved only the worse.

No matter how much you kept playing with the boy—whom you only babysat a few hours a week—you couldn’t help but glance at Charles.

Rolling around on the grass, whining like a spoiled baby, he was crying out about the injustice.

Not for too long, though—dry grass tastes bad in the mouth.

"You’ve always loved him more than me anyway!"

"That’s right, keep crying. You’ll sleep better tonight."

Hearing you laugh out loud with that kid who wasn’t even good at soccer. Seeing you pick him up when he did something ridiculously easy.

All of this made him feel increasingly jealous. The kind of jealousy he feels when his opponent celebrates a goal while his losing.

"Stop giving him all your attention," he kept repeating over and over.

"And you, stop being jealous of a kid," you'd shoot back every time he opened his mouth.

But it didn’t change his attitude. After all, he was still as stubborn as a donkey.

He stayed lying on the grass for a long time, whining about his plight, lifting his head from time to time to make sure you were looking at him.

But not at all. You were both in the middle of picking flowers.

Far from caring about that little demon in his loneliness.

Made even worse when he saw him holding out a bouquet of daisies and dandelions to you. Fidgeting with his chubby little fingers, his head bowed as if he were reciting a poem to his teacher.

But he realized it wasn’t a poem when you took him in your arms, rocking him and smiling the way you used to do with him and him alone.

That was the last straw.

That you’d play with that child while ignoring him—why not? But that you’d accept that poorly concealed declaration of love—no way.

He waited, just long enough for you two to decide to start playing ball again before propping himself up.

Like a wolf watching its prey, he crept up on you, completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

Then, without warning, without a shred of shame, he snatched the ball and ran off with it, stealthily.

Far, far away from this enemy who was three feet tall, stuttering when you were by his side and very much impressed by his football skills.

An enemy who wasn't really an enemy.

Far enough for you to yell at him to bring it back, threatening to tell Julian.

But apparently, even that wasn’t enough to change his Machiavellian plan one bit.

At the edge of the forest, he looked at you with that wild expression before kicking the ball.

Straight into the depths of the dark forest.

"He should go get it now! See if he’s brave and skilled like me!"

"Charles, jealousy will make you sick!"

[c7arisse]

chapter 284 be like

[rinskazuu]

→ that's not my name ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ver 2

synopsis. ꨄ︎ calling your bllk bf/husband by his last name as a prank through text (you're just a silly lil gal) requested by @rainychi2 !

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x chigiri, raichi, kunigami, niko, hiori, aryu, charles, sendou, noel noa, julian loki, snuffy, chris prince (separate)

includes. ꨄ︎ established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive (noa's), pet names, not proofread

notes. ꨄ︎ guys, i'm so sorry this is genuine ass. i had no idea what to write for some of these characters </3

♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a

ver. 1 sae, kaiser, otoya, karasu, bachira, reo, nagi, yukimiya, rin, aiku, isagi, ness, shidou, barou, kurona

end notes. ꨄ︎ i think i'm gonna start writing for charles more frequently

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[couch-potato28]

ROMANTIC MOMENTS CAUGHT BY FANS WITH BLLK BOYS! 📸

PT 5.—masters’ version

🎥 synopsis: Your relationship with him is already established, but fans still can’t get enough of the two of you—always wanting more crumbs. Accidental meetups, funny moments, and romantic scenes that get captured or posted by them online offers the world to see little glimpses of your dynamic with him.

🎞️ a/n: as always, I went overboard with the likes buuut it’s the finaaal part guys! ty for sticking around, enjoy 🫶

🎬 characters: julian l., chris p., lavinho., noel n. and marc s.

Julian Loki—book boyfriend irl

He was young with millions of fans all over the world—yet somehow, when the football player was seen liking relatable videos, driving to school, and attending matches like any regular guy would do, people didn’t seem too bothered when he casually mentioned having a girlfriend as well.

That changed quickly.

The very first appearance of you immediately blew up when the two of you were caught shopping—with you going around different shops, trying on dresses as he silently followed along, phone in hand and cap on.

Posted by a fan of his who was standing outside the store, the video showed you putting back a beautiful dress after checking the price tag—thinking he wasn’t paying attention, not wanting to make a scene before walking away to explore the store’s other items.

And that’s when Julian looked up, silently watched you walk away, then turned to ask the shop assistant to bring him the dress you’d just left behind while handing her his credit card.

The clip ended there, but a few days later, when photos of you wearing that exact dress at an event started circulating, fans completely lost it—jokingly flooding his account with questions about whether he had an older brother, along with a bunch of crying and heart-eyed emojis.

8.9 million likes including @just_julianloki

Chris Prince—flexing you instead of his biceps

It was a casual Sunday, and he was training for an upcoming match, doing drills with the boys while you were reading a book in the comfortable shade of the stadium, sitting on a nearby bench.

Your boyfriend was notorious for being a gymbro—half his posts containing muscle pics or reels of him doing insane shots.

Maybe that’s why he wasn’t surprised when his manager came up with such an…amazing idea for a video to the team’s page.

With his shirt already off, Chris called you over before asking you to sit on his back for him to do some push-ups.

“For the fans” he winked with a million dollar smile, nodding toward his manager who was already waving behind the camera.

You sighed, tucking the book under your arm before carefully climbing onto your boyfriend’s back. Securing your place, you adjusted your Manshine City labeled cap before continuing to read as he started going up and down while counting.

The short clip ended up on the team’s official page and surprisingly was slowly climbing its way toward becoming one of the most-viewed videos ever posted.

Liked by @the_chris_prince and 9.1 million others

Lavinho—drunk on love

He was known to be the life of every party he attended, his mutuals constantly posting pics and videos of your boyfriend celebrating and enjoying every win with a wild night out along with his team.

Some of his fans’ first impressions of Lavinho were either from his amazing shots from matches, his absolutely crazy self from after parties, or that one time he was spilling new tactics while being totally wasted.

So imagine another wave of shock he created by announcing and confirming his relationship with you via reposting a video of an FC Barcha fan.

People were tweaking out. The media was on fire and his PR team was ready to resign after a video of you two walking out of another match celebration surfaced on the internet.

Now, it would be nothing but a harmless clip except…you were drunk and walking all over the place while your lover did nothing but laugh from a freaking bush—not really helping with the situation.

Tho, seconds later it turned out that actually he was the one who was sober that night, and after cracking up, he finally stopped and actually went over to try and help you—meaning, giving you a piggyback ride to his car.

Fans officially melted when he gently tucked you into the passenger seat, silencing your tipsy rambling with a kiss.

It was romantic, chaotic and absolutely unexpected on your boyfriend’s behalf to be this responsible. But hey—love changes people, and thanks to those 54 seconds he got even more popular than before, causing him to now actively post random pics of you.

Noel Noa—gentleman of the century

The PR team was sobbing. The press and the fans were crying. So was the weather in Paris, in a video that was recently leaked by a fan.

Someone had spotted the two of you across a street as rain poured heavily from the grey sky, the soft yellow glow of the streetlights casting an oddly comforting scene. With their raincoat on and camera out, the fan hit record button.

It looked cliché—like an overly cheesy scene from a 90s rom-com.

Because it was.

And yet, the public was immediately won over when they saw how your boyfriend, noticing the lack of an umbrella, slipped off his coat and held it over your head to shield you from the rain as the two of you ran across the street to his car, completely soaked but laughing.

The video cut right as he opened the car door for you—then glanced directly into the camera making the fan panic before the clip abruptly ended.

Marc Snuffy—dancing machine

You were visiting his team in Italy, hoping to take your relationship to a more serious level.

He’d announced it a few months ago—so fans were already aware of your presence. Thankfully, they also approved of you wholeheartedly, without directing any unnecessary hate toward your boyfriend.

That’s why posting a pic or two during your holiday with him seemed natural, Marc even liking them himself.

But then, one specific video had started to gain fame over the internet, making headlines and gaining edits day by day.

Turns out during one of your night outs, after a lovely dinner and a couple glasses of red wine—made you get up, and pull your boyfriend towards the middle of the street, dancing and singing to a song that was blasting from a nearby restaurant.

People were cheering and clapping, Marc with a slightly flustered face seemingly enjoying your chaos. Just like a fan who was passing by the same place, deciding to quietly capture the sweet moment between the two of you on camera.

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