#also their comments are always so nice too

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Growing pains - Teen!reader

Summary: Reader feels the pressure of being a teenager and a professional athlete.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: eating disorder, body issues, low self-worth, mentions of food and wanting to be skinner etc

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Notes: Based on this request.

..

It all started at school.

Y/n was a professional athlete at Arsenal, but she was also a 17-year-old girl, so she had to have some sort of education. 

The club and the school had an agreement (a real one, she even had to sign her name and everything) that Y/n would go to school three times a week and take part in all the activities, and the other two days she would do school from home, or well, school from training, as she did her school work between training sessions at Arsenal.

Y/n had a few good friends at school, but she wasn't popular by any means. She wasn't completely left out of her friend groups, at least not intentionally. Her friends were nice, but they were still teenagers and could be a bit mean sometimes.

They didn't quite understand Y/n's career. Sometimes they would make a comment that made it seem like Y/n played football as a hobby rather than a career. 

When these comments were made, Y/n didn't try to explain herself, instead, she leaned forward and let them think what they wanted, afraid that if she over-explained herself and her life, her friend would think she was big-headed.

Sometimes Y/n felt alone, even when she was with her friends or team members. Her friends didn't understand the whole concept of a football career, and her teammates - although they tried to make her feel included - didn't really succeed most of the time.

Her older teammates, such as Leah, Beth and Katie, had taken it upon themselves to 'keep an eye on her', as they put it. They often acted as big sisters, making sure she settled in, did well at school and was healthy. They looked after her a lot, but sometimes it was overwhelming. Y/n also felt that it was difficult to talk to them about things other than football as they were 10 years older than her.

The youngest teammates, such as Alessia, Kyra, Vic and Lotte, weren't so hard to talk to as they had a lot more topics and interests in common, but it was clear that they weren't at the same stage of life. While the girls were planning a night out in clubs and bars after training, Y/n wasn't allowed to go because she was underage.

Y/n often felt like the odd one out. But she hoped that as she got older, things would get better and her teammates would start to see her as a proper teammate, not just a socially awkward football prodigy to be looked after.

Whenever Y/n and her friends sat on the grass during their breaks, the sun on her face and the slight tickling of the grass on her shorts made her feel like a normal 17-year-old. Not like someone with a lot of responsibilities. She was just like her peers at such times: a little moody and insecure at times, but funny and caring.

Y/n wouldn't describe herself as insecure, but in the last few weeks, she had noticed how frustrated she would get when trying to pick an outfit for the day, or how her heart would beat faster just thinking about media day and interviews.

But being a 17-year-old girl wasn't easy, especially when that 17-year-old girl was also a baller.

Y/n had always eaten well. She balanced her meals and was never hungry. She couldn't be, she was a growing athlete who needed nutrients to perform well and avoid injury. She had spent her whole life, since her youth group, listening to doctors and nutritionists talk about the importance of nutrition in an athlete's life.

Unfortunately, her friend hadn't grown up hearing the same things.

When they ate lunch together, one of them would point out how much bigger Y/n's portions were compared to the rest of the table. This made the food taste bitter in her mouth and Y/n suddenly felt too small, but she tried to brush it off with not-so-funny jokes about how she was just a naturally hungry person.

Y/n had to do an hour of PA at school, even though she was an almost full-time athlete. The school had given her the option of practising football, netball or athletics. Y/n didn't hate herself, so she didn't choose football; she also didn't want to be involved in any more team activities, so netball was easily crossed off her list, leaving Y/n with athletics.

Athletics was cool. She did mostly middle-distance races and was actually good at it - mostly, of course, because of her training and all the physiotherapy she did at Arsenal.

Running was fun because Y/n only needed herself to do it, and when she ran she could put all her thoughts into perspective and do something good for her body at the same time, which also helped with her football performance.

The feeling of her feet hitting the ground was liberating. The little bead of sweat running down her neck was somehow comforting.

The only part of athletics she didn't like was having to share the changing room with her other classmates. Y/n was used to changing in front of people, they did it all the time at Arsenal, but her teammates at Arsenal didn't stare at her or make comments about her body.

She was quickly in the changing room and went straight to her locker to get her PE kit, right next to Abigail. She was in the athletics team too, but she only did sprints. 

Abigail and Y/n had never talked much before, so Y/n was surprised when Abigail turned to her bluntly.

"Wow, you've got big shoulders for a girl," Abigail had said, there seemed to be no malice in her voice, it was more like a statement of fact, but Y/n didn't appreciate it either way.

Y/n quickly took her tracking shirt and put it on, trying to hide her body without the others noticing. She didn't know how or what to say to Abigail, so she just smiled awkwardly at her before heading for the track.

It wasn't the first time someone had mentioned Y/n's body and how it didn't really fit in with what they thought a girl's body should look like. Y/n didn't quite understand, a girl's body was a girl's body. But she couldn't help being a little too confident and, well, different.

During the run, she kept pulling her shirt a few centimeters down her arm, but the fabric never seemed to cover enough skin.

..

It was a chilly Thursday night and Y/n was sprawled on the floor of her room, the rough carpet itching the outside of her tight irritatingly.

Thursday nights were the worst because Y/n had training at Arsenal from morning till night, and then she had to go home and do her schoolwork, all the while trying to maintain an eight-hour sleep schedule and get up at 6 am for in-person school the next day.

Y/n had a lot on her plate; she had a test coming up next week, a book to read for English class, and a whole essay waiting to be written.

On top of that, Beth had been bothering her throughout the training session, insisting that her tackling was sloppy. 

Beth wasn't wrong, with so much on her plate, Y/n got too caught up in her own thoughts and didn't give a hundred per cent in training. 

Y/n sighed and looked disdainfully at the textbooks scattered around her room. The young girl rolled her eyes before picking up her phone and scrolling through Instagram. Fuck school. The faint glow of the phone lit up Y/n's face as she scrolled through her friends' selfies.

Her friend didn't have to worry about looking professional, calm and collected on their Instagram page. They could post teenage stuff, blurry selfies or group pictures gone wrong for the whole world to see.

Y/n had to create a second, private account outside her main one. On this, she could post whatever she wanted, but only her friends and a few of her teammates followed her. She preferred it that way, as did her media team. They had come to a compromise: she would post match day pictures and behind the scenes on her professional account, and keep her private account for whatever she wanted to post, with no pressure to keep up a façade.

Y/n was scrolling away and noticed how many #ThrowbackThurdays there were in her feed. She decided she might as well join in. 

It had been a while since she'd posted anything anyway, and frankly, she was so drained from the day at Arsenal that she just wanted to be a stupid teenager posting some pictures with a stupid hashtag.

She scrolled through her gallery and picked out a few pictures, most of them were selfies with her friends or random pictures taken throughout her day. She went through a few more until she found one from months ago.

In the picture, Y/n was sitting on the bed, legs spread, wearing a brown vest with matching tailored trousers. It was a mirror selfie, the phone slightly covering her face, but you could still see part of her left side.

It wasn't a thirst trap by all means, of course not. She was completely covered except for her arms, as she wasn't wearing a t-shirt under the vest.

She wasn't sure she looked good at all. The pimple on her face bothered her, she even thought about editing the picture to take it off. Y/n rolled on the carpet and stared at the picture some more. I mean, why shouldn't she post it? Maybe her friends would even give her a bit of a boost, her ego needed it today, right?

In a few seconds, the pictures were posted. 

Minutes later, Y/n was asleep.

..

The next morning Y/n woke up with a carpet burn on her cheek from sleeping on the rug on the floor. The pain in her back also reminded her why she should always sleep on her bed. 

Y/n rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched herself. But the phone in the corner of her eye caught her attention, the screen bright and buzzing, the annoying sounds of notifications filling the room.

Frowning, Y/n picked up the phone. Surely someone had died; that was the only reason she had so many notifications on her screen. But as Y/n unlocked her phone, she realised what she had done the night before.

13,456 likes.

548 comments. 

Her heart dropped.

She had posted the picture on her main account, not her private one.

Of course, it wasn't anything inappropriate or anything that could get her in trouble. It was just a nice picture of her feeling confident while wearing something a little more stylish to Arsenal's annual women's dinner. 

Still, she thought she was posting it on her private profile. She expected two or three comments from her friends, but now even sports profiles like Sky Sport and Barclays WSL had commented.

Y/n ran her hands dramatically over her face. If she had been born a Victorian child, her life would be easier. 

Would it be embarrassing to just delete it and pretend it never happened? Fuck the 21st century and its social media-induced anxiety.

At first, Y/n thought about just deleting it, but then she saw that even her teammates had commented on it. Reading through the comments, she found some of her teammates. Kyra was true to her form.

Leah Williamson: Great way to show the world you're alive, kiddo.

Alessia Russo: Love the whole outfit xoxo

Katie McCabe: ❤️

Beth Mead: Look who showed up! Gorgeous girl.

Kyra Conney-Cross: Did someone hack u or something?

As she scrolled through the comments, she read some that weren't so nice. There were comments about her footballing ability, people criticising her lack of skill and people commenting on her body.

Some comments were downright mean. Others were more subtle. As she read them, her chest grew heavier and her eyes filled with tears.

She shouldn't care about the comments, they were bullshit... but what if they weren't? Maybe she should start paying more attention to how her body looked, instead of just worrying about her health and performance. 

Abigail's words continued to play on Y/n's mind. Yes, she had a big shoulder, but if she ate a little less she could look different. 

Y/n professional footballers could have different bodies. Some players were shorter, some taller, some girls were big and strong, and some were slim. Y/n just wanted to be on the slimmer side for once. 

Y/n quickly got ready for school and took the tube, the loud noises of people talking around her made her feel uncomfortable, her palms were clammy and it seemed she couldn't help but tap her foot anxiously on the floor.

She still hadn't deleted the post. She probably wasn't going to, since a lot of people had already commented on it and the small Woso community on Twitter was talking about it. If Y/n deleted it, she would probably just stir things up even more.

At lunchtime that day, Y/n decided not to eat as she usually did. Instead, she chose a small portion of fried chicken and carrots. She was still hungry afterwards but decided to just concentrate on her schoolwork for the day and ignore the rumbling in her stomach and the headache that was forming in her frontal lobe.

When Y/n's school was over, she went straight to the tube, not stopping to say goodbye to her friends. She was already late for practice and, to be honest, her day at school had been awful. She zoned out during lessons and didn't pay any attention to what the teacher was saying about the next exam.

On the drive to Arsenal, Y/n scrolled through her Instagram. She had gained more and more followers, and the growing number made her feel a little sick. It was strange to go from 15,000 followers to 47,000 in less than a day.

It felt even stranger when half of her followers were still commenting on her pictures, pointing out the negative aspects of her body. Y/n knew they were just haters, but it still hit her in a bad way.

Arriving at Arsenal, she quickly greeted the staff and went to change into her training kit. She unexpectedly found Leah in the changing room, thinking all the girls were already on the pitch as she was the one who was running late.

"Hey kiddo," Leah said with a smile as she pulled on her boots. "Good thing you showed up, Renée was worried you got detention or something."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Why does she always think I'm in detention when I'm late? I've never been in trouble before."

"First time for everything," Leah shrugged. "How was your day? Mine was awful, we had a lot of media day to do and you know I hate that."

Y/n smiled. "Mine was okay, at least I didn't have to stand in front of a camera all day, but I'm really sick of them lately, so I get your annoyance."

Leah gave her a look. "You're sick of cameras? You literally posted a picture yesterday. I feel like it's the first time I've seen a picture of you on Instagram that wasn't taken during a match."

"Well, that was a mistake, it wasn't supposed to be on my main account," Y/n explained, "and that's part of the reason why I'm sick of cameras...the media, everything that comes with it."

"But why? You look pretty, it's okay to post things about your own life, it helps people realise that you're not a robot and that you have a life outside the pitch."

"Well, yeah, but people are just mean," Y/n muttered. She hadn't intended to have this kind of conversation with Leah, not today. It wasn't that she didn't feel comfortable talking to Leah, but sometimes she found it hard to open up about personal things.

She would go to her captain if she had problems on the pitch. Would she tell Leah straight out that she had a body image problem? No. It felt too personal, too vulnerable and overall just embarrassing.

Leah frowned. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"

Y/n fidgeted in silence for a few seconds, not meeting Leah's eyes. Leah just stared at her, eyes wide, waiting for Y/n to tell her what was bothering her.

The Captain was very good at the silent and staring game, so Y/n gave in.

"It's that... some people just talk about how I look and how I should look and it's frustrating," Y/n finally let out a blurt. "I feel like it's never enough."

"I'm either too strong and muscular to be considered pretty, or too delicate like people my age. But at the same time, I can't look like most teenagers because most teenagers aren't professional athletes and don't have the same routine as we do."

When Y/n had finished talking, she realised that she had been holding on to her locker door a little too tightly.

It felt good to get her feelings out, her emotions weren't as heavy anymore, but the blush creeping across her face reminded her how uncomfortable she felt when she had to open up to someone.

"Oh kid, I didn't know you were going through this," Leah said, sitting down on one of the benches and patting the seat next to her. "Sit here, we can talk about it."

Leah looked at her pitifully. Y/n didn't like it very much, but she appreciated that Leah was trying to be supportive. Sometimes she forgot how Leah was in her shoes, having been a teenage professional footballer for Arsenal years ago.

But Leah, unlike Y/n, didn't really care what other people thought or what their opinions were. Y/n had a lot to learn from Leah, but the clock on the dressing room wall said she didn't have time to learn from Leah at the moment.

"Don't worry about it. It's no big deal," Y/n lied but still smiled at Leah.

The older girl didn't seem to believe her.

"I'm serious, I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things to yourself," Leah said in a soft voice that Y/n wasn't used to hearing. "It's hard being a teenager and having big responsibilities, but you have me if you ever need someone to talk to." 

"Thanks, Le, but I'm fine, really," Y/n insisted, knowing that Leha wasn't the type to keep pushing. 

"Well, I trust you'll ask someone if you need help," Leah finished, putting her arms around Y/n's shoulders and leading them to the field. 

After a hard training session, the whole team gathered on the pitch, sweat on everyone's face. There was a big game coming up against Liverpool and Renée wasn't playing around, she insisted on working on everyone's speed and resistance. 

Y/n thought she was going to be sick if she was honest. She didn't know if it was because the training was particularly hard or because it had been hours since Y/n had eaten, but by the end of the session her vision was blurred and her legs felt like jelly.

The youngest player sat down next to Kyra while Beth went around throwing protein bars at everyone.

"Protein bar distribution system." Beth kept shouting.

"Eat it up, kid, and don't say we don't share," Beth joked as a strawberry and white chocolate protein bar was thrown into Y/n's lap. 

Y/n took the snack in her hands, fiddling with the wrapper as she debated whether or not to eat it. She was hungry, her head hurt and she was in a bad mood, but she didn't want to eat. 

She could be strong enough to resist. It would all be for the greater good, a few weeks of eating less and she would be thinner. And then maybe the way her body looked wouldn't be a problem anymore.

The sun went down and all the girls talked and laughed. Y/n also tried to make conversation with Kyra and Alessia, but the older girls noticed that something was wrong with her.

"Bad day today?" Kyra asked, taking a sip of water and opening one of the protein bars. Hers had a nut and caramel flavour, and Y/n could smell the sugary scent. "You seem tired." 

Y/n could hear her stomach growling but decided to ignore it. She could have an apple and some tea at home.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm just... I've got stuff to do at school." Y/n said. It wasn't necessarily a lie, but she didn't reveal what was really bothering her. It was enough that Leah already knew about the whole Instagram thing. 

Y/n didn't want everyone in the team hovering over her, especially Kyra and Alessia, who were the only ones who treated her like a friend rather than a little sister. Alessia and Kyra were cool and Y/n wanted to be cool too.

"I get it. School is a nightmare." Kyra said, taking a bite out of the bar before lightly tapping Alessia's shoulder as she sat right next to Kyra. 

"You can always ask Lessie for help, she went to university and all," Kyra added cheekily. 

Alessia rolled her eyes playfully at Kyra but gave Y/n a warm smile. "Kyra's annoying but she's right, if you're having trouble with any subjects just let me know, you can come to my house and I'll help you study."

"Am I invited too?" Kyra asked with a pout on her face. 

"You won't be of any help," Y/n said.

"Rude," Kyra replied, but changed the subject, "Hey, aren't you going to eat that? Please don’t make me and Alessia eat everything alone!" she joked, as she pointed at the protein bar, long forgotten by Y/n's side.

Y/n bit her lip. "I'm not hungry."

"Really? I thought you'd be starving after all that running," Kyra said. “Aren’t you going through puberty or something like that?" She teased, “I thought growing athletes should eat more.

"I had a full lunch today," Y/n lied. "I'm fine, I'll eat later. And please never use the word puberty around me again or else I’ll kick the ball in my own face"

Alessia and Kyra laughed at Y/n and didn’t say anything back. The three got caught up in other conversations and Y/n was happy they didn't keep on pushing.

She didn’t want to bother them with whatever she had going on. Alessia and Kyra always looked so confident and good in their skin, Y/n didn’t want to look like the awkward insecure teen.

Y/n the thoughts forming in her head weren’t good or healthy, but it seemed like they were stronger than her, and getting louder each day.

..

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Eddie makes sense but I will also take it anyway they want to give it to me.

Q. Once they both know how they feel about the other who makes the first move?

A. If they don't go the big dramatic route, which I still think they might, then my money is on Eddie. It needs to be Eddie. Eddie's storyline has been centered around allowing himself joy and figuring out who he is outside of being Christopher's dad. I think Eddie needs to choose Buck (that would be him actively choosing his joy). And the single most consistent thread from Buck's character arc throughout the entire show is his belief that he's not worth choosing. That he's not enough for anyone. And this is my preference actually. The dramatic reveal would be amazing don't get me wrong, but we've spent years watching Eddie just do what he knows is expected of him and Buck never feeling like he's enough for anyone. So Eddie and Christopher coming home and Eddie actively allowing himself to choose Buck and Buck realizing that he's actually the reason they came back, yes in reality there are other things to come back for but I think the show would establish that Buck was the main reason, would actually be everything. And would tie up both of their character journeys very nicely. And would allow both characters to move into their next phase. And lots of other story possibilities. All of them having to adjust to Buck's new role in Christopher's life, he's officially a parental figure now, he always was really, but now it's official. Eddie allowing Buck to parent and have a say in the things that have to do with Christopher. The subject of kids and marriage (they're both going to have lots of thoughts about marriage in general). Their first fight as a couple (I'm personally very excited to see this because Buck will absolutely spiral, lol). And figuring out how to not only work together and live together but learn how to separate those in a way that works for them. There's just lots to do once they pair them off.

The show is going to put them together, and I'm not going to dwell on how they're doing it versus how I would prefer they do it. They're inevitably going to do something along the way that I would have done differently but we're finally here so I'm going to enjoy the journey.

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated!

🤗🤗🤗 Yes! I'm definitely team 'Eddie makes the first move'. I think it would be nice to see Eddie choose for himself who he wants. Also, if Buck is spiraling over being in love with Eddie, his 'straight friend', he will never make a move. It has to be Eddie.

But you know, if the show has something else in mind? That's fine too. I'm at the point where I'm just going with the flow. My preference would be Eddie, but if the show decides to do it the other way around? Fine. As long as they finally end up together and can finally be happy, I'm content. 😋

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Streamer!au with Abby and Ellie?

♡♥︎Streamer au! Headcanons for Abby and Ellie♥︎♡

♡ Abby ♡

♥︎ Abby’s a mix between a variety streamer and a competitive gamer—she loves playing FPS games like Call of Duty, Apex Legends, and Overwatch, but she also has a soft spot for survival games like The Last of Us and Resident Evil.

♥︎ She occasionally does gym streams, setting up a camera in her home gym while she lifts, and chat goes wild hyping her up. “MOMMY? Sorry. MOMMY?” is a frequent message in her chat.

♥︎ When she’s not in a competitive mood, she plays story-driven games with emotional depth. She’s the type to get really into it, arguing with NPCs, getting attached to side characters, and yelling “NO WAY” at plot twists.

♥︎ She has a deep, slightly raspy voice, so when she gets frustrated and mutters under her breath, chat lives for it.

♥︎ If Abby’s on cam and sees you in chat, she’ll break into a soft smile and greet you in a way that’s noticeably gentler than her usual tone. “Hey, babe, you finally decided to show up?”

♥︎ Chat has so many ship names for you two. “Abby x (reader) supremacy” is a common pinned comment.

♥︎ If you join her for co-op games, chat will either simp for you, or scream about how lucky Abby is. If you clutch a match, it’s nonstop “SHE’S SO COOL WTF ABBY BAGGED A GODDESS.”

♥︎ If she gets too focused on a game and forgets to read chat, people start spamming “Your girl is watching, say something nice.”

♥︎ She gets roasted so hard when she flirts with you. If she drops a smooth pickup line, chat floods with “SHE PRACTICED THIS” and “NO WAY THIS IS OFF THE DOME.”

♥︎ After a long stream, she’s got so much pent-up energy—if you’ve been teasing her in chat all night, expect her to take out all that frustration on you the moment she ends stream.

♥︎ If you’re in the same room while she’s streaming, she loves subtle teasing—resting her big hand on your thigh, whispering something dirty in your ear while staying perfectly composed for chat.

♥︎ She gets possessive if chat simps for you too much. “Alright, alright, y’all can chill—she’s mine.” And the way she says it? Yeah, chat loses their minds.

♥︎ On rare occasions when she’s streaming late and her voice gets really husky from exhaustion, chat jokes about how you must be so lucky. They have no idea.

♥︎ If she’s doing a just chatting stream and you walk by in the background, she will get distracted mid-sentence. If you’re in something short or revealing? Yeah, stream’s ending early.

♥︎ She gets a little too into voice commands if you’re playing a game with her. “On your knees.” “Stay still for me.”

♡ Ellie ♡

♥︎ Ellie is the ultimate chaotic variety streamer—she plays whatever she’s in the mood for, whether it’s indie horror, survival games, or competitive shooters like Valorant and CS:GO.

♥︎ She’s stupidly competitive and trash-talks like it’s her job. If she dies in-game, you’ll hear a stream of insults like, “Bro’s got the reaction time of a fucking potato” followed by chat spamming “COPING.”

♥︎ She absolutely loves playing rage games like Getting Over It or Jump King just to suffer. Half the time, she’s yelling and threatening to uninstall, but chat eats it up.

♥︎ Guitar streams? Yeah, she does those sometimes—usually when she’s feeling soft (or when you ask her to). She’ll pluck out a song, messing up here and there, but chat doesn’t care because they’re all simping.

♥︎ Late-night horror game streams are a staple. She acts all cocky at first, but the second a jumpscare gets her, she screeches and chat roasts her for it. “ELLIE JUMPS LIKE A LITTLE BITCH” is always the top comment.

♥︎ If she’s been losing a match and suddenly starts playing better, chat immediately types “(reader) BUFF” because she always tries harder when she knows you’re watching.

♥︎ Whenever she says something dumb, chat snitches IMMEDIATELY. “(Reader) COME GET YOUR GIRL” floods the screen, and you have to threaten to revoke her gaming privileges.

♥︎ If you join her on stream, chat’s obnoxious about how cute you two are. They’ll clip every little moment, like when Ellie subconsciously leans toward you or when she smirks after making you laugh.

♥︎ When you beat her at a game, chat goes feral. “SHE GOT HER ASS BEAT BY HER OWN GF” trends for days, and Ellie fake-pouts about it for a week.

♥︎ If she gets too flirty with you, chat will start spamming “DOWN BAD” and “LEAVE SOME FOR OFFSTREAM.”

♥︎ Ellie loves being a cocky little shit on stream, but the second you get her alone? She’s the neediest, whiniest mess you’ve ever seen.

♥︎ If you tease her while she’s live—maybe sitting in her lap, whispering something in her ear—she’ll try to keep her cool, but chat will immediately clock how flustered she gets.

♥︎ If she’s been bratty all stream, talking shit and showing off, you will put her in her place after. And she’ll take it, whining and squirming, begging for more.

♥︎ She’s loud—whimpers, whines, breathless little gasps that she tries (and fails) to muffle. You have to remind her that her mic is sensitive, and if she’s not careful, chat will hear her.

♥︎ On nights when her stream ends early, chat knows what’s up. The second she hits “End Stream,” you’re already on her, and the next time she logs on, people are spamming “YOU GOOD?” because she looks wrecked.

♥︎ If she’s feeling extra needy, she’ll be texting you between games, begging for you to come over. “Babe, please, I’ll do anything, just hurry the fuck up.”

♥︎ If you tease her about being a whiny bottom on stream? She’ll try to deny it, but chat never lets her live it down. “ELLIE ‘PLEASE BABY’ WILLIAMS” is her new unofficial nickname.

[itsnesss]

can you write a story like this for thanos/t.o.p he meets a woman who owns an art gallery and they start a relationship where they inspire each other one day the female reader gets a homosexual assistant for the gallery but he doesn't understand this so he gets jealous of his lover and the female reader is enjoying this jealousy boyfriend I wanted to read a story where they have a sweet and entertaining lovemaking while being a bit opposite to each other

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 | thanos (player 230) × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | is a different topic from thanos in squid game, jealousy, possessiveness, control

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You never thought that an art gallery could be the place where your life would change completely. Although you had worked your whole life on your art and creating a space for others, you never imagined that someone like him would cross your path.

He was an enigmatic man, powerful, with a presence that could almost crush you if you let it. From the moment he walked into your gallery, he captivated you. Not only by his striking appearance but by the way his gaze lingered on each painting, each sculpture, as if he could see something beyond the physical. And that was something that intrigued you deeply.

Weeks passed since that first encounter. Over time, you became inseparable. You found yourself eagerly awaiting the nights spent with him, exchanging ideas about art, philosophy, life, and everything that could shake your world. He disarmed you with his mind, but also with the tenderness he showed you, despite his intimidating demeanor.

One afternoon, you decided to hire an assistant for the gallery, someone who could help with the more mundane tasks while you focused on new exhibitions. You didn’t want to burden him with your daily worries, as he had his own commitments. Therefore, when you introduced Kevin, your new assistant, you didn’t think much about it. Kevin was outgoing, friendly, and had a unique energy. But there was something about him that made you feel you had made the right decision.

What you didn’t expect was that he wouldn’t react well to his arrival.

On Kevin’s first day at the gallery, he arrived at your space. As always, his presence was noticed before you even saw him, his tall shadow and erect posture immediately filling the room. However, when his eyes met Kevin’s, something shifted in him. His usual calculated and cold expression tensed for a moment before he tried to hide it behind a mask of indifference.

"Hello," Kevin said with a bright smile, extending his hand.

He didn’t immediately respond, only observed the extended hand before shaking it briefly. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with a tension you hadn’t noticed before.

Kevin, for his part, seemed completely unaware of the air that had become thick between the two of them. As if it were all an innocent game, he continued speaking to you, showing you his ideas for the gallery.

But you couldn’t stop noticing his gaze. He was watching, evaluating, and a small spark of jealousy shone in his eyes.

"Are you sure you need an assistant?" he asked, his deep voice sounding slightly rougher than usual, though he tried to mask it.

"Yes," you said, keeping your composure. "It would help a lot. We’ve already talked about this. Kevin is perfect for the job."

His gaze hardened for just a second more before he nodded slowly. "Whatever you need," he murmured, and with a turn of his body, he headed for the door, leaving the air still thick with his presence.

From that day on, you noticed small changes. Kevin seemed to try harder to be close to you, maybe too close, but in an innocent way. His enthusiasm for art made you laugh, and it was nice to have someone to share ideas with without it being too serious. However, every time he entered the gallery, his eyes couldn’t stop drifting toward Kevin, and the tension was palpable.

One day, after a long day of work, you found yourself alone in the gallery, reviewing some works you had decided to exhibit. Kevin had left early, and he hadn’t arrived yet, or at least you hadn’t seen him. When he walked in, his gaze immediately fixed on you.

You approached him, wanting to show him something new, but before you could speak, he interrupted you.

"I don’t want him being around you so much," he said, his words quieter but filled with an intensity that made your heart race a little faster. "I don’t like it."

You were surprised by his frankness. "Kevin?" you asked, almost incredulous. "He’s just an assistant."

"I know," he replied, his tone tense. "Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t like seeing the way he looks at you. It’s... strange."

For a moment, you watched him, realizing that what he was really saying was that he couldn’t stand seeing another man paying attention to you, even in a professional manner.

You felt strangely amused by his jealousy. You liked seeing him, so sure and dominant, show such a vulnerable side. But you also knew you had to set boundaries.

"What happens between Kevin and me has nothing to do with you," you said, gently but firmly. "You’re very jealous, you know that?"

He made a grimace, as if he didn’t want to admit it, but finally approached you. His large, strong hands wrapped around your waist as his eyes looked at you with an intensity you had never seen before.

"I know," he murmured, "But I can’t help it. You’re mine."

The declaration took you by surprise, but before you could respond, his lips landed on yours in a fierce kiss, as if his need for you had exploded. The kiss was a whirlwind of repressed desire, jealousy turned into something much deeper. He claimed you with every movement, with every brush of his lips, as if he wanted to mark you in some way, proving that, despite everything, you were his.

You gave yourself to him without reservation, feeling how the connection you had built intensified in that moment. The soft brush of his tongue against yours, his breath ragged as his hands explored your body, all of this took you to a place where words didn’t matter anymore. Only he and you mattered, the heat between the two of you, the desire to be together, to experience everything life had to offer.

The kiss became more intense, more passionate, as if you were both fighting for control, but without losing the rhythm. It was a game of power, emotions, physical and emotional needs that only the two of you shared.

Finally, when you both pulled away, breathing heavily, he looked at you with a satisfied expression, as if he had claimed something that belonged to him.

"You know you’re the only one for me, right?" he whispered against your lips, almost like a promise.

You smiled, knowing that, although he was jealous and sometimes possessive, his love for you was real. "I know," you replied, "And I’m yours."

[deceptivemorals]

         "good decision", elijah commented because camille was right; telling niklaus that she came to like him could get to his head. not necessarily in the sense that he prides himself on it but because he could withdraw because he developed fears and paranoia, questioning the honesty of such words. with niklaus it was always difficult to estimate how much was too much. he could react very violently – in both directions. perhaps it would do him well to hear that someone seemed to truly appreciate him even though he was a difficult person. but in the end, elijah couldn't determine what would be the right approach.

        "it’s not difficult to notice when my brother likes someone. be assured that he rarely trusts anyone or opens up. he seems to do it with you, so i'll qualify this as a sign." otherwise, niklaus would not have asked camille to write his memoir.

        elijah was very calm when they went to the bar. it was not unusual for him to take out or question any spies. apart from that, he hoped that his calmness would extend to camille as well because she seemed to be genuinely disturbed by the fact some strangers could pose a threat.

        "have you ever been anywhere else?" elijah asked, because she said that she had spent a lot of time in this neighborhood as a child, but that did not necessarily mean that she had actually grown up here. elijah knew nothing about her parents, but only that she had a brother and an uncle.

        "i can imagine that there were times when it was quieter here in this quarter." marcel seemed to have a good grasp of how to balance things. although this also meant that he suppressed the witches and werewolves and more or less banished them from the city. it was therefore only a false peace, which must have had a calming effect on the people here. otherwise, the city would not have developed into such a tourist center in recent years.

        once they had reached the bar and camille had told him where the people in question were, elijah turned to his blond company. "do you wish to stay?" he asked because it could turn ugly. he could be subtle about it but it still wasn't nice to witness in case these people refuse answers. || @taintedbloodlines

Elijah was being thorough, Cami realized. She was willing to bet that if she said that Klaus still forced her in anyway to do things for him that he would confront his brother directly. She gave him an appreciative smile. "I just mean that he doesn't have to compel me to spend time with him anymore. Despite everything, I've come to like your brother. Although I don't tell him that often. It might go to his head." Cami never wanted him to think that what he had done to her was okay. Actually, she wanted to be sure that he knew that she would not tolerate anything like that again. "I will bow to your authority on what your brother's affection looks like --- you've got centuries on me but I am glad that we've found an understanding."

Once they were out of the Mikaelson home, she did her best not to just speed walk to Rousseau's. She wanted this over with but she knew that she had to be careful. She couldn't just barge into the bar and hope that Elijah could rid the place of anyone she deemed a threat. Maybe she was just paranoid at this point.

"You know, I spent a lot of time in the Quarter as a child. Visiting my uncle at the church. He did a lot of good for the people here..." She took a deep breath, feeling the stab of pain that came with realizing he was gone. "I'd like to do the same." Take up his mantle sort to speak.

Finally they arrived and she opened the door to step inside. The familiar smells gave her comfort, even as her eyes scanned the room. Sure enough. "By the bar --- the last two stools. I am quite sure they are not here for anything good."

[rollercoasterwords]

older women who link back to the personal blogs that they’ve had since 2002 on their profiles are genuinely so important to the ao3 ecosystem. u commented on my fic & now i’m scrolling thru ur family photos from 1982. & the outfits slay

[chloesimaginationthings]

HBEBEBEBEBEB UR WILLIAM DESIGN IS SO SILLYYYYY THAT SKRUNKLY OLD MAN IS GETTING THE CHAIR <3333

The worst man ever 💜

[mel-loly]

-Thank you to everyone who is still here liking, commenting and reblogging my content, even though I'm not posting much “fandom stuff” anymore, you're still here! And I really appreciate that.. (and that makes me so happy, that as I showed in the “comic”, it moves me, so- thank you, really!!) :]💛

Also- a tip: there are also many other blogs that don't post fandom stuff, but when they do, they get more likes and reblogs than the original/other content.. So also give love to those people who have your original content, reblog, like, comment, because that's what they need! Recognition for your original content! And I know you won't regret it, and it won't hurt you to do what I said! In fact, you will be doing good and giving such love that many wanted and deserve.

A big kiss/p and a hug! Even for those who only like it when I post fandom stuff, I still love you so much, and I won't stop making this type of content, ok? I just want to give more voice to what I have to give as original, because that's what makes me happy and well ^^

-Melissa, Designer.

[marimbles]

It seems to be pretty well established that most fanfic authors don’t mind when readers leave comments on old fics and in fact welcome it. But what about authors replying to old comments?

Do readers care in general whether an author replies? Is it expected and seen as rude if they don’t? Is it nice when they do but not expected? Is there a time limit to the welcomeness of replies? Like is it nice if they respond within a few weeks but if it’s been months or years it feels awkward because you don’t remember the fic anymore? I’m curious!

[tennessoui]

it’s like baby gorl there’s no way I, the author who wrote the fic you’re commenting on and who is the intended audience for this comment, am gonna agree with you 😿🙏 some things can just stay on your chest 🙏

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[cowboy-robooty]

Gus showed me that my cringe ass itager animatic i made when i was 14 got uploaded to bilibili and I'm so fucking embarassed because that video looks like shit (DONT WATCH IT. PLEASE. ITS SO HUMILIATING IM LIKE OH MY GOD I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO DRAW) but i check on it to read the comments and im like uwaghww *cries* because the chinese are so nice to meeeeeee

[longagoitwastuesday]

Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something

[amiizuki]

it amuses me how RWBY Beyond was advertised as "see what was happening in Remnant during V9, while RWBYJ were in Ever After", and yet the 2nd episode out of 4 of the series is about what Jaune was doing after V9. yeah, he talks about stuff that happened during V9 (or, technically, before, since it's about events from when he was with Alyx and Lewis), but the whole thing still takes place post V9, with him telling all those stuff to Oscar.

and then there's the 1st episode, which, while indeed taking place during V9, is just comedy filler, that supposedly continues with detectives joke from RWBY Chibi (I never watched RWBY Chibi, I only heard from other people that that show also had Sun and Neptune act like detectives) with no actual relevant info about what was happening with Vacuo, or the Atlas and Mantle refugees, or how people and the ruler of Vacuo were handling a whole ass nation of people just suddenly dropping onto their doorstep, or anything like that. the only sort of plot relevant info was showing that Summer Maiden is in Vacuo, but then again, her identity was still hidden from us and Kerry quickly jumped off from that plot point as soon as it was introduced with his """hilarious""" "nuh-uh, no more new characters lmao XD" line.

this 2nd episode isn't really that bad, it's kinda alright, certainly better than the 1st one, but, again, when I read that the series will be about what people of Remnant, who aren't RWBYJ, were doing during V9, I kinda thought it'll be about Atlas and Mantle citizens trying to get used to their sudden new life in Vacuo, or Oscar/Ozpin talking to Theo and all 3 maidens to figure out what to do next, or, hell, maybe even focus on Tai's feelings on everything that happened, with him thinking if he did the right thing by letting Ruby and Yang leave, since now he doesn't even know if his daughters, his last remaining family, are even alive, assuming he knows about the fates of Vale, Atlas and Mistral. (yeah, Tai's still at his house I think, but the description did say that it's about "what was happening in Remnant", not just Vacuo. yeah, Vacuo is a more important location right now, with everything except Menagerie and Mistral literally getting nuked just so the writers wouldn't have to go back to those places, but then change the description to "see what was happening in Vacuo during V9" if your only gonna focus on that location).

but no – the 1st episode is basically useless (and also very unfunny, but that's just my opinion) and the 2nd one, while okay on its own, takes place after V9 and doesn't focus on other people of Remnant, focusing on Jaune instead.

if the next episode is gonna be about bumbleby going on a date in Vacuo and telling everyone about how they got together in Ever After I'm gonna eat my own chair

and if the last episode will be the only one with any actual plot relevance, useful into or big reveal I'm gonna eat another

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[wolfram-but-art]

Your art is food.

let him cook now I SAID LET HIM COOK!!!