I just had a personal experience with that situation I often talk about where an author has an outsized reaction to a comment that is left. It's me. I'm the author.
The comment was on one of the tutorials I have posted on AO3 and it was basically just saying that it didn't work for them (in ruder language than that). Fine. Whatever. The part that got to me, though, was the fact that they'd signed out of their account in order to leave it.
And the outsized reaction? Since they made it impossible for me to block them from accessing my account, my next thought was to just delete the whole thing. I'm not that attached to my ao3commentoftheday AO3 account, so deleting it would just be two seconds of my life. No biggie.
But doing that, letting my anger take over my thought processes, would deny everyone else access to things that have helped them. Hell, the instructions for getting dark mode alone have almost half a million hits. Clearly folks are looking for this info.
All of this is just to say, if you're an author and you've received a comment that pisses you off, take a deep breath and pause before doing something rash. If you decide to do it anyway, you'll only have waited a few seconds and there's always the chance that you'll change your mind.
And if you're a reader and you think an author's reaction to a comment was more of an overreaction? There's probably other shit going on in that person's life that's affecting them way more than a comment. The comment was just the last straw.
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john price is nothing without his girl.
(18+/mdni, f!reader, daddy kink (but no ageplay), dom/sub, legal age gap)
john never realised just what being a daddy could mean until he met you. he'd hesitated so much about starting a relationship with someone so much younger, but your sparkling doe eyes, darling personality, and schoolgirl-like crush on him were too much to resist.
you were mature beyond your years, having adapted to a world that wasn't so kind, and you could easily hold your own in any part of life--but you didn't really want to, and you were sick of pretending. john didn't want you to, john could provide the solace you needed--a space for both of you to be your true selves.
he's always been a caring, kind, and protective lover, but you send all his instincts into overdrive--especially since you never resist them. despite everything you are, you blush when he opens doors for you, carries something heavy for you, always says 'ladies first'. every time he treats you like you're something delicate, you let yourself be cradled in his safe hands, and that feeling of being responsible for you in every way is just so fucking addictive to him. once he's had a taste of being your guiding light, he just can't let it go.
he's your big, strong protector too, always there to watch over you--an ever present hand on the back of your neck as you walk around town, or his sudden appearance if someone is making you uncomfortable. god fucking forbid anyone tries to come to close to you.
he easily picks you up and cradles you whenever you crave his cuddles, or he's carrying you to the bedroom to have his way with you. you've never felt as safe as you do in his arms, and he encourages your addiction to his touch--whether it's just his soothing strokes through your hair or the feeling of his cock making its home inside you.
everything he does is in service of you, just as everything you do honours him. he treasures the gift of your submission, and knows the way he earns such a privilege is by fulfilling your every need, as you always do the same for him. you compliment each other so naturally, he leads, you follow. he commands and you obey, because you know in your soul he only ever has your best interests at heart.
but at his core, he would do anything for you. this man is not afraid to fall to his knees to help you put on your shoes, would shield you from the rain if it meant keeping you dry, get his knuckles bloody and bruised if it meant keeping yours so delicate and clean.
it's strange how he can feel such an affinity to a name that isn't really his, and yet when daddy leaves your lips, it calls out to him like anything else. when he calls you his, you've never felt more like you belong.
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