you can call me vee. i'm 24 and i've been writing fanfics for 10+ years! i wrote for ao3 and deviantart before. :3 i'm a virgo woman, living in a third world country 🇵🇭 english isnt my first language, so be cautious in exploring my work! also, i DON'T accept requests. i write simply whatever comes in my mind. i write nsfw so minors DNI!
You, Simon, and Ghost’s love…of durian | Simon Riley x GN! Reader
Ghost and Simon Riley are different people, same body! Reader is gender neutral and implied to be a POC.
I think about all my fellow Asian readers (and any other race of reader who happens to know what I’m talking about) about LOVING the flavor of durian and end up getting Ghost and Simon to try it and he…surprisingly loves it too.
Durian. A fruit that is known to stink to everyone unfamiliar with it. To you though, it’s your most beloved and favorite taste. It’s sweet, mellow, creamy, and even a little nutty garlic-ly in flavor. You loved it and you had to have it as ice cream, pastries, and candies. Durian anything is what you love the most. Especially since it was such a common thing in your culture.
However, your past relationships would complain how stinky the food from your culture was. They couldn’t handle how “strong smelling” your food was. Said it looked like brown mush or worms. Let’s just Those relationships did not last very long once. They complained about your culture’s food, how women in that culture was “too loud”, and that they couldn’t understand the accent your parents had. You thought you could handle it but dropped them when they started complaining and giving you looks.
Simon and Ghost ~
When you start dating Simon Riley, he didn’t mind your food “smelling” or the “weird” fruits you would bring home to eat when he was home. He would try it with you when you asked him if he wanted to try some.
Ghost was the first to convince you that it was okay to eat your food inside after all, having caught you pretty quickly when he got home early, still in his mask, gear, and the mindset of Ghost. He found that the room smelt strongly of air freshener, you were nowhere to be seen even though it was your day off. So he looked and found you outside on the ground of the porch about to dig into some of the food you just heated up, but you were too busy fighting off bugs to even start before he had dragged you by the scruff of your shirt while you held your food to the table. Telling you to eat at the table.
“But…what if I stink up the house...”
“Simon don’ care. I won’ either, love.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, ‘m sure.” You felt his gloved hand on the back of your head, hesitant at first but did his best to be gentle with you.
He was a little rough, earning a surprised noise from you, then he pressed his forehead against yours. You wanted to rub your cheek against his, but this wasn’t Simon, it was Ghost. So, you let the moment be.
“Thank you,” You hummed, the only response you got was a grunt from Ghost.
Simon came back a few minutes later. So, you were able to get your face rubs in, earning a chuckle from him since you managed to get black face paint on yourself when you did that.
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Though, he was a man who would eat ANYTHING. You knew he wouldn’t talk about his past much, all you know that he’s military and he has the scars, gear, and Ghost to prove it. Despite expecting the ups and downs of dating a military man like him— Who’s much older than you by five to ten years, the PTSD, and issues when it comes to what he’s been through experience wise— he was still soft when it came to you and they made you feel safe. Despite Ghost only knowing no comfort, Ghost’s presence gave you comfort. Knowing he was keeping your Simon safe. While Simon made you feel safe as well, clinging on to him like an affectionate cat. Ghost and Simon would also grab you like a cat, but the scruff of your shirt and drag they wanted you to be.
You liked it. You were exactly where you wanted to be. Manhandled by the love of your life.
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The family’s approval ~
They both did not just tolerate your culture, they enjoyed your culture as well. When you introduced him to your parents, they were unsure. Mostly because he was older, wore a face mask, and was not what they were expecting their baby (even though you’ve been in your twenties for quite some time) to date a man like Simon Riley. Though, they seemed more happy that you were in a relationship with someone who would take care of you. They saw how he treated you and how you were with him (lovingly affectionate and clingy to the man in your own little way). They welcomed him. Your grandparents, it took a while but they got there.
Your sibling(s), cousins, younger aunties, and uncles though…that took a little more convincing, since it was a little unconventional for twenty something to be dating someone in their late thirties, maybe even early fourties. Though, knowing you were safe and happy was more than enough. What convinced them was at Christmas dinner when your parents were worried about the food being too strong smelling for him (despite having white people over before who never minded the food). You simply took food off your plate and fed it to him.
“See, he likes it! You like, Si?”
“Mhm,” he responded, pointing at a hard pronounce food that you had taught him, saying it pretty well his Manchester accent can pronounce.
“Can I try more of tha’?”
Let’s just say your parents and grandparents praised him for being able to say it, feeding him even more. When everyone hung out in the living room later, you were way more talkative than usual while Simon just listened and responded, even watching videos or watch you do something you enjoyed. He even talked to your sibling(s), cousins, or aunties and uncles when they had the chance to ask.
After a while, you both had disappeared while they did karaoke, looking for everywhere but…your childhood room. They were…kind of scared to check. A couple…alone in a bed room. The things he could do to you in that bed! Though when they opened the door, they saw….Simon (it was Ghost, but they didn’t need to know) was sleeping… but you were nowhere to be seen.
Until they found you under him when they saw your hand. Simon had gotten overwhelmed because of the loud music, he had switched to Ghost. You were able to talk to him in your room for a while, your bed being bigger than you but fit him damn near perfectly, eventually getting tired and falling asleep. Instead of cuddling you like a normal person, he straight up just laid on top of you, while you decided to scroll on your phone until you were found. Despite having a six foot three behemoth on top of you, you were fine. You were about to fall asleep if they hadn’t come in. Simon eventually woke up.
That’s when they all decided that you were fine and Simon was perfect for you. Enjoys your culture, gets along with you, and gets you to be more open? Yeah, he was amazing for you. Two (three) peas in a pod the both of you.
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You never knew finding someone who would enjoy your culture’s food with you would give such a warm and welcoming feeling. You were honestly expecting him to eat anything despite how bad it was, but not enjoy it. Both him and Ghost however…they LOVED durian. Probably more than you. So much so, he wanted you to add it to his lunch while you were making it for him. You decided on a smoothie, something lowkey and would be kept closed.
You never expected him to open the damn thing and chug it because of his love for it and get questioned by his team who all learned what a durian was that day. Your man had drank it all but his team was curious.
Thats when you greeted by the door with a grumpy Ghost and the rest of task force 141, curious at your doorstep, asking for some durian. Let’s just say, not everyone liked it but Gaz and Soap are new fans while Price enjoyed roasted chestnuts and jackfruit.
You stared at Price eating what you had given him. “You know… you eat like my grandparents,” a snort could be heard from a certain scot.
Ghost smiled under the mask, enjoying listening to Simon’s bird hang out with his team and being able to share a part of their culture. It made him feel…satisfied. Safe enough for Simon to finally come out.
“Welcome back, Lovely.”
You greeted when he came up to you, his hand grabbing yours. You ended up hugging him. Your cheek pressed against his chest while he hugged you back. His team could tell that he was well taken care of and quite happy with the life you both built together.
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My first fanfic! Hopefully y’all like it, be gentle with me lol
I might write more later, and I will write one where reader is racially ambiguous. I just wanted to write an asian reader, since I don’t see a lot of those around for the CoD fanfics.
I tried my best to make it non-specific (other than durian and jackfruit mention). It is lowkey based on how my family is though and based on how I would probably be if I interacted with someone like Ghost. Other than that, tried to keep it non-specific as possible so you can insert yourself as the reader! I might draw reader being dragged around like a cat later.
simon riley gets really jealous. he really doesn’t mean to but it happens, a lot. and it always ends the same.
even just another guy having a thirty second conversation with you, ends up with him fucking into your spurting cunt and making you reassure him through the sound of his cock in your pussy.
“you’ll always be mine, right angel?” he says against your ear as he fucks into your pussy from behind in this random bar bathroom, grabbing your throat softly to make your back arch into his cock that you can barely take any more.
you can only mutter out weak responses but he doesn’t care.
Demon!Simon Riley who you summoned as a last resort. You were having problems with an ex-boyfriend stalking you and the police weren’t doing anything. One of your friends had jokingly suggested the dark arts, but at this point, you were desperate. You didn’t know what the hell you were saying when you read off an old spell from the internet and felt like freaking Elphaba in Wicked when she’s chanting from her weird magical book
Demon!Simon Riley glanced down when summoned. He had just materialised in a random living room all of a sudden standing in a pentagram. “You know,” he said in a gruff voice to the terrified-looking mortal, “you don’t have to do the pentagram shit. It’s meaningless.”
Demon!Simon Riley couldn’t help but smirk as you fainted. It was a valid reaction from a mortal, he supposed, who had no idea the supernatural world existed, and had just witnessed a creature appear in their home
Demon!Simon Riley still stood at 6 feet 3 inches and could have passed as a normal man, albeit a very buff and bulky man, if it weren’t for the black mass that covered his head. It didn’t look like a mask, but instead an aura escaping him that screamed danger. Now that he thought of it, that was probably the reason you had passed out
Demon!Simon Riley waited around until you came to. He was sitting on your couch, flipping through historical dramas on your TV. He had shifted slightly so the black aura around him had dimmed considerably. He didn’t say anything when he noticed you were waking up.
“Are you… an actual demon?” you couldn't help but ask
Demon!Simon Riley snorted and replied sarcastically, “no, love, I’m just a regular human that appears whenever demonic incantations are read aloud.” He picked the TV show The Great and you couldn't find any words. He grunted when he saw the outfits and when the title An Occasionally True Story popped up, he muttered, “yeah, obviously. That’s not what Catherine the Great looked like.”
Before you could ask if he had somehow met Catherine the Great, he turned towards you. “What do ya need?” You still didn’t answer, mouth hanging open
Demon!Simon Riley sighed as you still didn’t answer. “Listen, love, I’m probably not gonna hurt you. At least not now, anyways. Depends on what you want. You mortals always want something.” It was clear he didn’t like conversation from how he didn’t say anything afterwards, just continuing to watch the TV show. It wasn’t until a long time later you told him of your ex-boyfriend
Demon!Simon Riley whose eyes narrowed and flashed pitch black when he heard of your plight. He had seen the horrors of man throughout the years and it seemed like it hadn’t gotten any better in the last few centuries.
You were explaining how you didn’t know what Simon wanted from you in return when he held up a hand. “I’ll take care of it,” he said
Demon!Simon Riley felt his lips pull up into a small smile when you asked what the exchange would be. He shrugged and replied, “won’t torture you forever in Hell, birdie, if that’s what you’re worried about.” And then he was gone
Demon!Simon Riley showed up a little later, looking pristine. “All done, birdie,” is all he said before sitting back down on your couch to finish his TV show
Demon!Simon Riley, as it turned out, wasn’t intent on leaving. You spluttered and stammered, but he seemed rather content living with you. You weren’t sure what the hell was happening, but it wasn’t as if you were going to tell a demon to get the fuck out of your house
Demon!Simon Riley kinda became a part of your routine, oddly enough. It didn’t seem like he needed to eat or sleep, but still hung around your place. He would disappear sometimes (no more than a few hours at a time) before popping back into your life and scaring the shit out of you. You were getting horribly skittish about your sudden lack of privacy, no matter how much he tried to calm you down. (His way of calming you down turned out to be staring at you until you stopped hyperventilating)
Demon!Simon Riley didn’t talk much, which was why it was terrifying when he suddenly just materialised in your kitchen sometimes, beginning to cook a dish from the 13th century that he suddenly remembered. He seemed to have an infinite supply of whatever he wanted and always refilled your fridge, which in this economy, you weren’t complaining about
Demon!Simon Riley was so odd to have around. It seemed surreal and every day you woke up, unsure if it was all a dream
Demon!Simon Riley certainly was not a dream and he made it very clear by getting almost too comfortable. You weren't sure if it was because you summoned him in your own home and he was somehow now tied to it, but he was acting like he would never return to Hell now. You almost wanted to call the friend who recommended this in the first place and curse her out
Demon!Simon Riley was determined to catch up on everything he had missed within the last centuries. He used your library card and began reading through the books you had at home while also using your subscriptions for shitty TV
Demon!Simon Riley was pretty quiet. He didn’t talk a ton, but when he did, it was sarcastic remarks about how humans had changed or stayed the same. He particularly liked watching shows about Satan or religion and just ripping it apart in a steady, low monotone. You got sort of used to hearing him grumble about the inaccuracies as you were working
Demon!Simon Riley randomly gave you little bouquets of flowers or precious jewels. You weren’t sure where he got them, but when a diamond necklace suddenly appeared on your coffee table with no explanation, you wanted to ask if it was made out of condemned souls
Demon!Simon Riley also somehow kept the entire house clean? It seemed a bit counterintuitive, since he was a spawn of Hell, but it was nice not having to dust
Demon!Simon Riley began walking around shirtless which you couldn’t do anything about lest you confront the demon now living with you
Demon!Simon Riley who sat on your couch, shirtless, and reading
Demon!Simon Riley knew what he was doing. Asshole.
Demon!Simon Riley, as said before, was 6’3” and just muscle. He had a layer of fat on him that made his tummy roll when he sat down and looked delicious. His biceps seemed like perfect chew toys and his thighs squished out whenever sitting. It was like he knew when you were ovulating
Demon!Simon Riley called you birdie and love
Demon!Simon Riley just wouldn’t go away. You weren’t sure that the age-old demon knew what overstaying was or how to take a hint, but it didn’t seem like it. Eventually, you had to sit him down and lay out the problem. After you were done, he sat there, quiet. After a while, you had to ask, “are you okay?” You weren’t sure if a demon could feel emotions, but you wanted to try
Demon!Simon Riley sat back on the couch and crossed his arms in the AC/DC hoodie he had somehow got. “I thought you liked having me around,” he muttered. You were quick to assure him that you did, it was just a bit weird sometimes and you wanted to know if there was an end date
Demon!Simon Riley shrugged. “I got you those flowers,” he mumbled. You told him that they were very nice and you really did appreciate all the gifts. “I was in the middle of Bridgerton,” he continued in his rough voice. Then, he stood. “But I’ll go.” Before you could protest, he was gone.
It was an adjustment, to say the least, to have him gone. You had gotten so used to him popping up that going without him for long stretches of time felt unnatural. You somewhat expected him to just reappear one day, but it didn’t seem likely. His presence had become a welcome constant and you missed having someone to bitch about your coworkers with. He knew all of the drama about the HR lady. You lasted for all of four days
Demon!Simon Riley was summoned back and this time, you didn’t faint. He looked rather nonplussed when he reappeared in the pentagram, as if he was practically pouting, but that faded when you quickly hugged him
Demon!Simon Riley said, “you still don’t need the pentagram.”
That night, you sat down with him to watch Bridgerton with him. It seemed to be one of his favourite shows, oddly enough. It wasn’t long before you noticed some trends. Bouquets of flowers appeared in the show as did jewelry and you gave him a side-eye when you recognised his actions as old courting rituals
Demon!Simon Riley simply shrugged and said, “I didn’t think you would want an eternal globe of hellish fire. I settled for flowers.”
Demon!Simon Riley whose eyes turned black when you had sex
is it just me or gaz would look so cute with a girlboss! s/o? should i write for him next?? or maybe i should write soap crushing on a medic girlie, pretending to be injured whenever she's around?? 🥲 or maybe valeria with a very sweet s/o who also loves to bake??? AAAAA WHAT ARE THESE IDEAS!!
How Price would react to those military wife memes
tags: age gap (he's 40 and reader is around 25), smut (MINORS DNI), br**ding kink, pregnancy, light mentions of cheating (not cheating actually happening). also not proofread!! 🥲
a/n: to captain john price, just one night pls :33 i gotta write for my fave this time. and yes i wrote his at 8 am in the morning right after i woke up
edited: also, to give more context, i was talking about this meme
Ever seen those, 'military wife' memes? You know, those memes about their wives cheating a lot once they're off to deployment?
Sounds funny to everyone, but to Captain John Price— it isn't. Everyone thinks he'd be the type to share his doll— you. His spouse who's around 15 years younger than him. But he, a man who has been through multiple battles and has nothing to call his', would throw hands to anyone who even looks at your way.
Price came across this one meme after shown by Johnny one time— a harmless joke about military wives cheating. Johnny was laughing while saying, "Luckilie none o' us are marrit. The missus we've got would've been stuffed by anither man ev'ry nicht."
Boy, he wanted to punch Mactavish badly that time. But Price just chuckled at him— none of his men knows that he's married. Not even t*rt*re can get that intel out of him.
But three nights after, when he has time to get off the base, that's when the party finally started.
"J-john," You breathed as he dropped his duffel bag on the doorway, kicking his shoes off, and planting a kiss— like he was a starved and hungry beast, wanting to take you right there, and right then.
He carried you to the couch, hovering on top of you, even kissing you harder. You tell him, "T-the dinner..." And he cuts you off with, "That can wait, love."
Price kisses you harder on the neck, leaving multiple marks on you as he gripped your hips, holding your jaw, with your hands holding on to his back.
'What's gotten him this way?' You thought, but you weren't complaining either. Nights have been lonely, that's for sure. Your fingers don't even do the job anymore. Using toys made you feel way too lonely. You needed him— your man.
"Fuck, gotta stuff you, love." Price speaks in between the kisses. You weren't totally against it, but your husband told you that he doesn't really want a kid anytime soon. So you laid there confused while his hands were roaming around, kissy sounds coming from the couch where he was doing you good.
"Go'-a make sure you're no' lonely ev'ry tahm I leave." Price tells you. You smiled at his reason, letting him kiss you even more, his hands roaming around your body, and letting him take you on that very couch.
That was only the tip of the iceberg. The following nights he was home, John Price was even rougher He would grip your hips while breeding your tight little pussy and saying, "Love, let me stick it well. Let me breed your tight little hole." He says while panting in between his words.
A month later, while he's been off to deployment for four days, you tell him the news through the phone. He was happy after that— teammates told him he was calmer, even in a lighter mood, unlike the usual John Price who seemed too intense during deployment.
All because of that one meme— the one goddamn meme. I mean, if they see you pregnant and filled with his child, no one would've made a mistake of laying a finger on you, right?
A/N: *breeding kink intensifies* pls i know he would take those memes seriously if he had a wifey.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
Another self-indulgent ghost imagine!! roommate! ghost to be specific. 18+ MDNI!!
So this is mostly targeted to ppl who work under customer service (like me lol, i h8 my job but it offers me stability for now 😭 plus i hate the traffic and i hate travelling in my city)
tags: roommate! ghost / p*ssy-eating / 18+ / smutty in the end. MDNI! also, pls dont copy or feed my work to AI. And english isn't my first language so very sorry!
Simon "Ghost" Riley is legally dead, so he probably doesn't have his own house. His salary is most probably paid in cash, and he doesn't have his own bank account. He can't get a mortgage, so he settles to room-renting. It's also better that way so he won't get easily traced.
You, in your early 20s, became his roommate in a 2-bedroom flat in Birmingham ( Cuz I doubt he'd still be living in Manchester after everything that happened to him). He was only supposed to stay there for short-term, but something about you have made him stay. You didn't just offer him a room— you offered him home. He comes home from deployment with fresh food on the table. You don't complain whenever he tells you that he drank some of your milk. You were so sweet and nice. He feels bad about it and has offered to pay the full rent. You told him he didn't need to but he kept on insisting.
Unlike him, you mostly stayed at home. You worked under sales and customer service, often answering emails and calls, on your computer.
One night, you couldn't handle everything. You were trying a little harder this time— but like what they say, if you give more effort, you're going to get real burned out. And so, here you were. Breaking down in the middle of your shift while answering mails and entertaining calls from some random Karen.
"You okay there, love?" He asks while looking at you with your headset on, trying to keep a normal voice while answering a call. Your eyes were teary while giving him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.
That night, right after you finished your shift, the smell of herbs, butter, and steak immediately hit your nose. It smelled so good. Simon probably cooked something for himself, you thought. But he serves you the meal right inside your bedroom.
The two of you had a lovely dinner together— yes, together. That's because you invited him on your bed. You telling him random stories while eating. He doesn't bring up your work. He just listens, nods, and maybe say something witty in between.
You didn't know how things went through but after four glasses of wine, his lips were hungrily on yours, while he holds your hips. Clothes disappear, and then suddenly, his head was placed in between your thighs. He gives your inner thigh a kiss, before sucking in it.
As he was near to having your labia on his tongue, you caress his face, holding it so you could look at him into the eye.
"Wait, you don't have to do this—"
"What?" He looks back into your eyes, holding more intensity. "D'you not want it?"
You don't speak for a second, but eventually, you say, "No. I want it. I want it so bad."
"Then let me cheer you up," He said while kissing your inner thigh again. "One of the least things i could do to make your day better."
The night ended with his face sinking in between your pussy lips as he looks into your eyes, while your head throws back at the sensation of his lips wrapping on your clit, drawing circles, tasting every inch of you, and making you feel heavenly.
a/n: i had some jollibee palabok today after a horrible shift at work (wrote this during my break)
Ghost's reaction to Filipino parties (self-indulgent because I'm Filo🇵🇭) /Ghost with a Filo!S/O who dragged him in one of their family parties—
Impressed with the amount of food on the table. One of your titas look at his plate and feels as if he was too shy to get more, she tells him not to be shy, and to take more food because he was "huge". You'll have to tell him that titos and titas would appreciate it if he took more. He's probably going to say something like, "Your family got enough food to feed the whole army, love". And by the time the desserts were pulled out, he's already full.
Lechon— unlike others who cringe at the sight of lechon, Ghost would probably act more nonchalant about it (he was a butcher at some point), but would probably be a little shocked that even the face/head/tail would be eaten. You ask him to try the ears. And he does. Shocked that it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Probably loves red horse. The flavor feels a little stronger than the usual beer from the pub but he likes it. You ask him to drink it after tasting a spoonful of sisig? He loves it even more.
Impressed by the fact that most people can sing. Karaoke is taken seriously. Your titos, titas, and cousins try to make him sing, but he didn't want to. He insists he's fine just listening to everybody. Probably loves it when the titos sing something from guns n roses or queen.
Would have little flashbacks seeing your little cousins play with pabitin. He's basically seeing how you probably mostly spent your childhood in this party. Maybe if he spent a little joy like this in his childhood, he would be able to be a little more happy like how you are.
Probably a little shock once the titas hand him at least 5-6 tupperwares of food 😂 "I already ate too much earlier and they still want us to bring some home?" You tell him to not refuse, they might think that you don't like their food. Ghost just nods, carrying the 5 tupperwares toppled against each other. "I guess this food is enough for the whole week, aye?"
Overall? He's probably a little overstimulated from all the fiasco (karaoke ft. your cousins would probably try to ask him to carry them, or even try to play with him), but he comes home full with even more food for the next few days. you ask him to rate the whole party? He'd say: "Around 8/10 love. The food was amazing, just wish your cousins weren't hugging on my legs asking to be carried. Felt like attending a concert with free buffet too"
Thanks for reading :33 these are my 5 am thoughts btw
this genuinely makes me so mad. some of you really don’t deserve fanfics. at all.
comment like this, besides the ai witch hunt, is one of the reasons why fanfic writers don’t want to post their fics anymore.
we write for free. whenever we can. whenever we have time. whenever we’re not too exhausted by life and responsibilities. we write for our own enjoyment. as a hobby. not a job. we update whenever we can. whenever we want. we do not owe anybody anything.
one of my favorite fics was updated after literal 13 years. but the point is that fanfic writers do not owe you anything. whether a fic was abandoned forever or updated after a decade or two is not something you as a stranger has a say in.
stop being entitled. stop treating fanfic writer as a content farm or a machine that produces contents for your enjoyment.
we’re not your employees. we’re not your slaves. we’re kind enough to share what we write for our own enjoyment with you for free. so either respect and appreciate us or be quiet.
some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.
some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free
“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.
you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.
Would face time ALOT when he's away for a game,both to talk to you and to his kid.
Would always bring gifts for his kid if he was away for a long time or souvenir.
Probably the "cool" dad,so whenever you say no to something the kids immediately ask him instead.
Doesn’t post his kid's face online at all,not until they're atleast 5 and if they're ok with it.
Calls them words of endearment such as "princess" if they're a girl or "champion" if it's a boy.
LOVES when his kid comes running to him after he comes back home from practice(or from anywhere in general)to give him a hug.
Very supportive father,will support àd encourage their kids in whatever field they want to pursue (whether it's in sports or else)
Would be somewhat strict when it comes to their nutrition,would make sure they eat good healthy meals and only let them eat fastfood once a week.
Loves it alot whenever his kids boast about him being the "best striker in the world",and the fact his kids will mention him everytime they are asked about their favorite football player.
Would be suprisngly at doing his kids hair(you cannot convince me otherwise) and would style it often.
Would occasionally take his kids with him on a run if they ever wanna come along.
