“The love between parent and child is the only love that is truly selfless, unconditional and forgiving.“
(i’m sure this has been done before but it’s just too darn heartbreaking…💙)
Hello! No one cares but I'm shortlisted for a new job so my sloooow writing process will be even sloooooower.
Anyway, I hope you are all getting some sunlight, eating good food, keeping safe and healthy and happy, generally doing okay, yeah? (If not, you can talk to me and i'll send you a virtual hug 🤗)
Hello! No one cares but I'm shortlisted for a new job so my sloooow writing process will be even sloooooower.
Anyway, I hope you are all getting some sunlight, eating good food, keeping safe and healthy and happy, generally doing okay, yeah? (If not, you can talk to me and i'll send you a virtual hug 🤗)
i've officially deleted my ao3 account and all of my fic writing socials. it's so cathartic and i've been considering it for a long time. i doubt anybody will notice, or miss my writing, and i honestly found it stressful trying to plan and write the next big thing. sorry if this isn't the place, but i have nowhere else to go. i'd like to thank your blog for all the help though; you're doing great 💞
I’m sorry to hear that you’ve deleted everything, anon, but I hope that you accomplished the freedom you were looking for.
For others contemplating a similar removal, please consider adding your fics to the orphan_account on AO3. You might think that no one will notice, but I’m sure some of your readers will. This way, they can at least still read your existing fics even if you aren’t posting any more.
A friend of mine recently did this, and now they’re simply gone and I can’t reach them at all anymore. So, my advice, if you are considering something as radical as deleting everything which is of course very much within your rights I’d check in with acquaintances and online friends before to warn them and give them the chance to keep in contact with you after.
I guarantee you: people notice. People will miss you and your works, no doubt about it.
A few years back I met this person on FFN. She was much older than me, but I loved talking to her; I absolutely loved her stories, even if some of the themes flew above my head the first time or simply weren’t something I could grasp at 16. She even used to send me PMs with her concrit on my fics if I asked her for help, and we’d talk about every detail I wrote and why it’s there or why it shouldn’t be.
Now she no longer recieves PMs. Her fics are gone, and I can’t reach her. It’s been 4 years since I last talked to her, and it’s sad. I still go back and read our conversations because I looked up to her and wanted to learn from her as much as I could. (She even put up with my teenage cringe. That deserves a medal.)
Unless you don’t want people to remember you, let you online friends know. If it were me, I know I would notice.
There are underground networks mourning and trying to track down lost fics and people. We gather in huddled groups, wondering if the people we lost are okay. If they’re happy. Or if something tragic happened and we have no way of knowing.
On one hand, it’s encouraged me to reach out and make contact with the writers I admire, to try to make friends outside of the words.
You never know how much your words mean to someone. Your fic could be the comfort food that someone turns to in their time of need, that they come back to in their darkest moods to bring them up again. Please consider orphaning before deleting if you really want to leave. And please please please consider saying goodbye before you vanish forever.
warnings: none, mentions of infinity war and endgame (?)
A/N: This is part of my one-shot collections, First. Prompt: first time saying “i love you”. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy reading :)
The children of Wakanda sure are a lively bunch. You run around outside Bucky’s hut chasing the kids as you play a game of tag. The sound of laughter makes Bucky’s lips turn up into a small smile. He can recognize your voice anywhere, anytime. As he exits his hut, you feel Bucky’s eyes on you and you immediately whirl around to face him. Far too quick, you think when you accidentally lost your balance, beginning to slip and tumble to the ground. Bucky is also quick on his feet, running to your side as soon as he realize what is about to happen. He reaches for your hand, gently, for he doesn’t want to hurt you. Far too gentle, he realizes because he too gets pulled down to the ground.
A look of concern passes through him as you gape at him wordlessly. He props himself in his one arm, eyes scanning you, looking for any possible injury you may have sustained.
You can’t even care about the position you two are in, or that there are children snickering at the background. A hearty laugh comes off your chest when it dawns to you how silly the events are. Upon hearing your laughter, a smile breaks in to his face. Even with your face soiled with mud, grass sticking to your hair, he still thinks you’re beautiful. He shakes his head, muttering an almost inaudible. “God, I love you.”
I love think before!! Have you considered writing something like "think before" but instead of Connor, the best boi is RK900?
have i ever thought of writing a slice of (cyber) life kind of thing like "think before" with Nines? maybe with a soft dpd civilian administator reader instead of a cop? A little bit of slow burn bc nines needs time to understand how relationships (friendly and romantic) work?
I’m screaming bc not only did you reply to my message but you even POSTED FOR MAH BOY NINES AND IM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I SAID I LITTERALLY SCREAMED “ahhhhhh!” I’m glad you like my enthusiasm bc I LOVE your writing ok have a good day bud, (this is the shy n enthusiastic anon checkin In n sayin see ya soon (more than likely))
I'm happy to see you again, anon !!! i usually write at a glacial pace but reading your enthusiasm from the prev ask motivated me to write faster so tHANK YOU! You have a good day too ok? Take care !! 🤗💗
Imagine marrying someone and he asks you to roleplay but his idea of roleplay is teacher-schoolgirl or librarian-client or some other boring shit? Excuse me sir, you’ve married a CERTIFIED fan fiction reader. We ARE recreating an entire Mafia-AU including a kidnapping, an arraigned marriage, fight to the death, enemies to lovers slow burn >200 000 word script, and I need it acted out FLAWLESSLY. You have unleashed a MONSTER, you good sir, and you have no idea what you’re getting into.
My main problem as a writer is that I don’t write because “I have a story to tell”. I write because there are worlds I want to visit, ideas I want to explore, people I want to meet, conversations I want to hear, emotions that I want to express, and impossibilities I want to make real.
A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for more DBH content (I wish I know who you are so I can tag you, hope you like this!) I hope you all enjoy reading :)
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You hear someone calling your name, followed by knocks at your door. Peering through the peephole, you see a delivery guy holding a clipboard, a big human-sized box beside him. You slightly open your door, bolt still on, cautious since your part of the neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest. “How can I help?”
He says your name, and you nod. He points his thumb at the huge box. “Delivery for you.”
“I just need you to sign here and here,” he hands you the clipboard, which you refuse.
“I didn’t order anything.”
“I hauled this big heavy thing four flight of stairs. Just accept the thing so I can leave.” The man taps his foot impatiently at the floor.
Sighing, you take the clipboard from him and sign your name. He gestures for you to open the door so he can wheel the box in and you let him. He asks where he can put it down in which you pointed at a random space at your living room.
After the delivery guy has left, you inspect the box. Nothing seems out of ordinary except for its size. Grabbing a pair of scissors, you decide the box will not open on its own. You carefully drag the sharp edge of the scissors to free the box from it seal. Opening the flaps your eyes widen at what you inside. There inside the box is a man - dark chestnut hair, his chiseled face littered with few freckles, thin lips in pursed in a straight line, his eyes closed. Is he dead?! Panic surges through you, and you do something that people shouldn’t do when they see an assumedly dead body – you poke it. On the cheek. Which is incredibly soft, and cold? You shriek when you see steel grey eyes staring back at you.
“Apologies for startling you. My name is Nines,” his voice is rich and you are immediately drawn to it. “…and I’ll be your android companion.”
You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish out of water, confused as hell as to what and why is this happening. “Android companion? I didn’t… oh god.”
Quickly pulling up your phonebook you search for his number. Only he can pull this kind of prank. The person on the other line hasn’t even said hello when you starts yelling at him, “I swear to god, Gavin Reed. Did you just send me an android boyfriend?!”
The boisterous laughter on the other line confirms your suspicions. Gavin is a childhood friend. When you were younger, he teased you mercilessly for not having a boyfriend, and you kept telling him it was because you hang around with a jerk like him too much. And when he went to the Academy, you just lost contact with each other. Until the other day, when he walks into the same café you usually get your coffee.
“You look so lonely reading your book with only a cup of latte or whatever,” you swear you can hear the snicker on his voice. “Just try and give it a few months, yeah?”
You sigh and shake your head, knowing there’s no saying no to Gavin Reed. Still as stubborn as ever.
“Fine fine fine,” you glance at the android standing at the middle of your living room, he seems to be inspecting his new environment. “But don’t they require. I don’t know. Maintenance?”
“Don’t worry about it. I have it covered. Plus that’s the latest model of its kind. It uh does it’s own self maintenance. So yeah gotta go. Bye.”
“Wait-“ you have a lot of more questions but before you can ask, he has already dropped the call.
“Is there a problem?”
You jump back, startled by the voice near your ear. It’s not everyday you have a male companion – human or android – in your living space. “No, I just haven’t done this before.”
He nods at your words, “I’d hate to make you uncomfortable in your own place. So let me know if I have to make adjustments to my configuration.”
“No, no. It’s fine. Just be yourself,” you give him a friendly smile, “This is your place now, too.”
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Nines is seating in an almost 90 degree angle on the couch, feet planted to the floor, his eyes are trained forward, his LED spinning yellow. For the one month, you’ve been together, you’ve learned a lot of things about him, and he about you. You begin to notice his small mannerisms like how he subtly tilts his head to the side when he thinks.
He begins to notice the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, or how you gently pats his arm when you laugh at something funny on the television. He also notices that there are days when you’re completely worn out from your job, but you still give him a smile and does your usual chores, ending up with you passing out on your bed.
You flop down beside him on the couch. “Thanks for cleaning up the place by the way.”
“It’s my –“
“Yeah, yeah, it’s your job. Whatever. Still thank you,” leaning your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes. You can’t help but feel how nice it is to go home from work and find someone waiting for you. You are almost on the edge of falling asleep when you feel yourself being shaken awake.
“You have a perfectly fine bed."
“Nah, I’m perfectly fine here,” you bury your face on his shoulder, “This is my place now.”
You wake up the next day, still in the couch, blanket sitting lightly on your shoulders. You don’t know how you got into that position with your knees bent on the couch, head resting on Nine’s lap. There’s a slight soreness in the back of your neck but you don’t mind. All you can feel is the gentle caress of his fingers through your hair.
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You are walking up the stairs to your apartment, silently cursing your building for not fixing the goddamn elevator. Nines is trailing beside you, finding it adorable amusing how you’re stopping every five steps to take a breath, a sound similar to a chuckle coming from him.
You are almost on your floor when something flashes by and bumps in to you. The impact so hard you feel air get knocked out of you. With your balance lost, you stumble backwards. You shut your eyes and brace yourself for the fall that didn’t come.
Nines holds you firm to his chest, “Are you alright?”
When you don’t answer, he turns you around. His eyebrows are knitted as his steel eyes frantically scans your body – neck, shoulder, wrists - for any injuries.
“Nines. I’m okay.”
As if he doesn’t hear you, he drops on his knees and continues fussing over you, his LED spinning in quick red circles.
Using both your hands, you cup his head to make him look at you, “Nines. I’m okay. I’m fine.”
You watch as his LED slows down. Red. Yellow. Never letting go as it reaches Blue.
“You’re okay,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. “You’re okay.”
That night he tucks you to bed. You jokingly asks if he wants to share the bed with you, when he doesn’t respond, you squeeze his hand, bidding him a silent good night. He spends a few minutes standing at a dark corner of your room, watching you sleep.
The next day you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found.
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It has been a week since you last saw Nines. You even contemplated tracking him down, maybe he has a GPS tracker or something, only stopping when you realize how weird that’ll be. He’s not some dog you own you can just track and put missing posters up for. He left for a reason. And the more you think about it, the sadder you get. The couch feels a lot bigger. Your apartment feels a lot emptier. Life feels a lot suckier.
A loud banging on the door followed by yell, “Police open up!”
What if they found Nines and?
You scramble to your feet and open the door. Your vision going red when you see Gavin Reed laughing on the other side. You swing a punch at him, connecting at his jaw. “You jerk!”
“What?” his signature stupid smirk on his face, “I am police.”
“I told you, detective. That was not a good idea.”
The familiar voice freezes you on the spot. Tears starting to sting the back of your eyes. Nine is safe. He’s okay.
“Suddenly, you know her better than me? I know her since – ” Reed jeers. He turns to you , only to see you crying, face hidden in your hands. “ – woah – are you crying? You punched me yet you are the one crying.”
Your sobs becomes louder, barely muffled by your hands. Reed silently pleads for help to the android who is now glowering at the detective. Nines ushers you inside your apartment, and seats you in the couch - the same couch you two spent hours just seating side by side. Nines wraps his arms around you, letting you cry on his chest. The clean crisp smell of his clothes no longer sharing the smell of your own detergent, instead it reminded you of the first time you met him.
He waits for your tears and your shaky sobs to halt, and for your heart to rest in a steady beat. He waits for he knows you waited long enough.
And when you are able to calm down, he holds you hand, rubbing gentle circle with his thumb, gauging your reaction, calming your distress as he explains. He is sent undercover to survey the building. The guy who bumped in to you week ago is actually a wanted criminal, and if ever you see something that night, you’ll be in deep trouble that’s why Nines had to leave and make sure to capture the guy as soon as possible. His words falls in your deaf ears, your mind focusing only on two words.
“An undercover mission, huh? Just a mission. Just doing your job.” You try to act normal but ended up cracking miserably, “Why did you return then…”
Thoughts of him saying his goodbye springs in your mind, just as fresh tears does.
“I have nowhere to return to but here,” he squeezes your hand, “I was told this is my place, too.”
He will never say it out loud, at least not right now. His place is with you.
I’m begging for more Conner or nines content please !! I love how you write for them!! If not that’s fine too! I just wanted to enthusiastically tell you that I love your writing!!!
Enthusiasm received!! Thank you so much for the kind words 🥺❤ I get happy when I receive msgs like this 😭 and I know, I've been very slow with the updates on my DBH fics, Intruder and Think Before (I'm sorry 🙏), and bc of that yes ok I'll whip something up with them android boys, most likely a oneshot (I wonder if it should be with rk800, rk900, or both hmm 🤔)
Anyway, thank you so much agaiiiin!! You made my day 🥺❤ Take care 🤗
