#plotfic

[sickly-qt]

Breathe In, Breathe Out

So this was supposed to fill a request but then it got a mind of it's own and this is what I ended up with...

Pure angst.

There's no emeto in this... but I hope everyone like it nonetheless.

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Mila took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before she went out to talk to Remy. She didn’t want him to know how much it hurt everytime the second line or the little plus sign didn’t show up. She knew that he would hurt for her as well as himself if she let that mask slip, but that didn’t make it easy. Nothing about it was easy. 

She was disappointed in herself and she could tell that Remy was disappointed every time she would come out of the bathroom with a small shake of her head and a pained smile. Every time Remy would pull her close and tell her that it’s okay, it’s not her fault, they’ll keep trying and then they order her favorite takeout and watch a movie with Leah.

Mila always clung to Leah a little bit tighter on those nights, and Leah usually accepted the extra attention with ease, typically able to tell that she was down. 

There was something different about this time though… she had felt hopeful.

The past week she had been more tired than usual and kind of nauseous. She felt dumb and frustrated for getting her hopes up. Negative test after negative test, what made her think that this would be different. 

The longer she stood there the deeper the cracks in her facade got. As stupid as she felt for it now, she had really thought this time was going to be different. 

Her deep breaths got more erratic and she braced herself against the sink, staring at the negative test sitting on the counter in between her hands. 

Tears streamed down her face and she clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle a sob. 

Mila always tried to keep her feelings in check, staying calm and collected, not losing control. 

Why was she struggling so hard to keep face.

She lowered herself so she was crouched in front of the sink, one hand steadying her on the counter and the other grasping at her chest as she tried to calm down. 

This is how Remy found her, sunk down on her knees in front of the sink. 

“Hey, M. What’s going on, are you okay?” Remy dropped down next to her and tried to turn her toward himself so he could try to gather what’s wrong.

“I- I’m” She struggled to speak in between her gasping breaths and sobs.

“Mila, calm down. You’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” 

She slowed her breathing to the best of her ability, “I’m okay.” she sobbed, “I just didn’t know it would be this hard.”

At that moment Remy spotted the test on the counter and let out a deep sigh. He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall, pulling her close and squeezing her tightly. 

“Shh, love. It’s okay.” He said, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I was so sure this time Remy. I thought that I could feel this time was different, but it’s never different.” Mila had started to quiet, her sobs morphing into sniffles. “It hurts so badly.”

“I know, baby and I’m so sorry.” He twisted the ends of her hair between his fingers and rocked her slightly.

Remy knew that he had to keep it together, but he had never seen her so distraught. It felt like a knife to the chest finding her crumpled on the floor, putting so much pressure on herself to have a baby. 

“I’m sorry.” She said softly. 

“Don’t apologize, nothing is your fault.” Remy swiped at his eyes and cleared his throat.

They sat there like that for a while. Mila gives the occasional sniffle and Remy holds her, running his fingers along her arms. Whispering to her that he loves her and that one day they’ll have a great big family. A whole football team full of children. 

“What’s wrong with me?” Mila asked quietly, looking up at Remy with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Absolutely nothing, my love. Sometimes it’s not easy.” 

Remy held her face in her hands and gave her a kiss, “There is nothing wrong with you, and I don’t want you talking down about yourself. You’re perfect okay? You’re the woman I love, the woman I’ll marry. There is no one I would rather raise my daughter with, or have more kids with. Mila, you’re my person. We’ll see a doctor, we'll see what is going on, what our options are, and we’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out together.”

“I love you” She said, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. “Can we get takeout?”

“Of course, we can get whatever you want.”

[bioplast-hero]

Lure

40k • mature + • tdbkdk ot3

Deku’s got a secret mer boyfriend. Not so secret anymore— not when he needs Kacchan’s help to sail away with his pretty fish boy before summer's end. Katsuki isn't exactly on board with that. And the closer he gets to figuring out why, the harder it is to imagine letting them go.

Coastal town mermaid AU recently completed for MerMay! Featuring fisherman's son Katsuki, childhood friend Izuku, & siren Shouto.

[Read the fic on AO3]

[kaijuerotica]

i love scum villain fandom so much and their novel length fics are so good but can i PLEASE get some pwps fbdbdbdb

[bellaveux]

https://www.tumblr.com/bellaveux/765916951334764544/writing-cheating-plotfic-with-natasha-its?source=share

It's either make her suffer to win reader back or let her watch reader be happy with someone.

big fan of the suffering

[lord-squiggletits]

hi i just finished reading We are the music makers and now i feel as if my soul had been forced out of its body and left alone to wander in a void with nothing but dissipating wishes of things that could be and a hollowness that can only be described as the void itself it was left in.

having said that, its been AGES since the last time i read something that evoked me such feelings and i say it as the biggest compliment i can manage out with my limited english knowledge.

im in LOVE with how you worked through megs parts, i really could feel how he was feeling in those moments i may cry. also the integration of chirolinguistics AUGHHHH

i need to shout too about just how nice the buildup to their relationship was, how such an intimate connection that was kickstarted out of pure necessity ended up being embraced as precious by both parties NGHHHHHH

AND THE ENDING GOOD LORD it got me Just. Right.

im a SUCKER for stories like that, stories that leave you thinking and wishing for things to have played out differently; stories that force you into filling the gaps by yourself if you want a little more of happiness for the characters, stories that leave you a bad mouth taste and a little sting of hollowness, because OH MAN those are the ones that stick to your soul and linger in the back of your head, resurfacing when you are about to sleep or when you are left alone and making you FEEL everything once more

1000000000/10 would totally read again AND will be reading all of your other works as soon as my school releases me from its wretched claws <3

sending LOTS of love !!!

(also sorry if this ask come as unsolicited, i wanted to comment but felt too intimidated DJSKDHSK)

No this is fantastic! I'm sorry for answering this ask so late, I was super happy reading it but didn't want to just say "thanks lol" to such a thorough and nice comment, then life happened and I forgot to answer etc etc. Don't feel bad about sending an ask directly, this is one of the coolest messages I've ever gotten and it's super flattering when ppl go out of their way to message me here and not just on fic.

I'm very glad WATMM made you feel that grieving, what-if feeling. That fic was about a year or two in the making (came up with the idea long before the TFBB) and I knew from the start that bc of the amount of heavy angst it had, a lot of people wouldn't want to read it. It's literally still half as popular as my next most popular multichapter plotfic, so it's really nice to me to hear that new people push past the discomfort and read/love it anyways. That fic is imbued with a lot of my heavier feelings about inevitability and death, and I do wish more people commented on it/talked about it than they generally do.

So, thanks for sending this message!

[judithan-xing]

i feel like if i ever released my notes for CADAVER ppl would really realize how fucking unhinged i was writing that whole thing like. its actually buck wild. Honestly i'll go ahead and post it for funsies cuz I think getting to see the ideas n stuff behind ppl's work is cool, so someone out there will probably appreciate this.

some fun behind the scenes notes about it under the read more if you're interested in a mad man's ranting

my notes about what aspects of Vincent/Cid should stay the same and what parts i felt were fine to mess with.

originally i was gonna lean WAY more into Vincent being a traditional vampire rather than a horrible amalgamation of man and demon, to the point he would just straight up be hunting n whatever. I scrapped that in favor of just making him mostly immortal and can eat/drink regular stuff for fun but wants to feed off of Cid cuz bloodlust and also regular lust

i literally kept rewriting the Vague Overarching plot of Cadaver and then randomly, in the middle of the document put 'Vampire Vincent x Hunter Cid' as if this would fucking mean ANYTHING to me later. I think I was literally half asleep when i put that in. It's hilarious. I don't know why it's there or that far down. Also this was me trying to decide how close to Red Snow I wanted it to be, and originally it was gonna be Pretty Fuckin Close but I scrapped that.

hilarious that "THINGS FOR SURE" first plot point wasnt even fuckin used lmao. Also originally Vin was gonna be turned into a vampire AND THEN had chaos implanted, rather than chaos being the thing to turn him. wack. I dont even remember writing that.

i need yall to know i saw a fucking dragon outfit for fli/ght ri/sing that literally permanently altered the course of Cadaver. I'm not kidding. Someone had a cool dragon outfit preset thing for a deadzone investigator and it inspired me so much I changed Cid's profession to that. Seriously.

im so mad i wasn't able to use that stellar fucking line i cooked up at the bottom, but yall get to see it now. but yeah originally the presentation was gonna Actually Be A Presentation and then i realized 'i dont want to fucking write that, that's boring as shit' so I didn't. also i ended up making rufus way more hands-off cuz i just. dont know his character that well and didnt want to start in the middle of a huge plotfic thats not about him

these are dead ass all my notes for Cadaver. like. that's it. no chapter by chapter set up or plan or anything like that. I literally wrote about 2000 words of rambling notes, went 'yeah thats good enough' and ripped out a 63k word fic in like 3 weeks. i dont know. i dont know. its crazy.

[ecosystem-administrator]

so many otherwise good stories marred by factual errors that could have been avoided by checking a wiki. I know not everyone has every character, but the information is out there.

if I don't have enough information to do my plotfic yet, maybe I should start with novelizing character backstories

[goldeneyedkim]

The WIP List - Aged WIPs

Okay, so irl is kind of... high stress at the moment, so let's see if I can just bury myself in some writing.

In particular, I'm starting to get super itchy about fics that I haven't finished and keep intending to. Going to start this as a way to kind of keep myself accountable for actually making progress on these things.

On this list:

After the Light - the Stony MCU/Old Guard crossover that was originally a oneshot, I probably should have left a oneshot, and really probably only need one chapter left to finish--just have to decide what to do it with.

The Real Monsters - the Naruto/CM crossover that I originally thought was going to be 5 chapters, and now I'm hoping to just finish in four. My friends all laugh at me when I say I hate Plot and Plot is a four-letter word? This fic is everything I mean about "I hate plot." It has an 8-year-old Naruto and Sasuke, so there is no romance to play off here, it's just actual plot, and fuck me, I hate this so much. Why did I do this to myself? This is a plotfic, and I know the end, but it's how to get there I'm fucking stuck on, and this one has a lot of people who have been very patient. I just want it done.

Boundless - EraserMight soulmate fic I started for-fucking-ever ago. It follows canon very closely, so I just really need to sit down and speed-watch the relevant parts, and just finish the last chapter where they decide that, yes, they want a romantic relationship with one another.

Prepared to Sacrifice - Ugh... this one has one or two chapters left, maybe, and I'm already 2k into the next one, it's just a very particular type of headspace to write, and I'm having trouble figuring out how to finish it off. I was going to write a sequel but that's almost certainly not going to happen, so the final chapter might just be the opening chapter of the sequel I wrote. It would work as an open-ended epilogue. So just need to finish the damn thing.

A Dragon Among the Ashes - a DekuBaku slavefic that I started for a big bang a while ago and... realized in the middle of writing it that I don't actually like BakuDeku enough to make them the center feature of anything more than a short fic. Like, I do ship them in the lowkey, background way that I kind of feel like "this is basically a good as canon" for a lot of things, and I include them as a background ship a lot, but... Shouto has become my blorbo, and if it's not focused around him, ugh, it's a struggle. I really just need to finish the last damn chapter.

Fireworks and Warnings probably belongs on this list. I probably need to just figure out an end and write it. It's been on hiatus for like 3 years. *sigh*

Basis for Human Hope - Gundam Wing omegaverse fic with 13x2 (yes, you read that right) and endgame 5x2. I need to see if I can remember how to write short stuff and see if I can crunch this one down. I'm, uh, just noticing how many hits that fic has (relative to most GW fic lately), and... yeah, should work on that next chapter.

On the Things Not Posted But I Really Should Work On:

Sequel to my EdRoy darkfic - dealing with the fallout of Ed being mated against his will, for public spectacle no less, and also being knocked up. If I could knock this out in 20k, I'd be delighted. I... uh, have no such faith it's going to be under 30k.

Sequel to my consensual bitching DekuTodo fic - This one has actually been started. I'm, like, over 2k into it (might be more), but uh, kind of missing the endgame here. Probably should just be Shouto having the baby (babies? I honestly don't remember what I was planning), so this should be relatively (I know, I know, don't laugh) short.

Firsts series - This is the high on the list to immediately finish. I started this idea way back when writing Stand Without Flinching. Since finishing the Stars That Have People Names mainfics, this is literally the last piece of the series I plan on writing, and I have had the worst time making myself work on it. I finally kicked my ass into gear last night, and got about 3.5k written on it, and two more of the 5 "firsts" written. That makes 3/6 done, three more to go, and 2 are smutty (which are usually easy, I just really was not in a mood to write smut last night). I really, really want to put this series to bed and mark it complete, so I think this is going to be the next one on the list.

All right--and of WIPs that are not on this list:

Surviving the Fire - weekly updates on this one, and I tend to be very good at keeping to a strict schedule. Next chapter of this hits today. Not a concern.

If You Have Been Brutally Broken - on a schedule, every other Wednesday, I also have at least a couple more chapters pre-written, so hopefully by the time I'm live writing this one, I'm done with Surviving. I love this fic, and I'm excited to force myself to finish it.

A Bun in a Hidden Oven - I basically have it finished. I can add another chapter; we'll see if I bother. No concern here.

When You're Married and No One Told You - this has always been open-ended, and I'll add to it if/when I get the inspo.

To Be Alpha - this is the BakuTodo alpha quirk fic. I have no damn idea where I'm going with it. I'd like to move it up to the WIP list but it's been sitting where it is for years b/c I'm stuck and I disclaimed that when I posted it.

Beware of Alphas - NaruSasu omegaverse. I love the idea of this world (where alphas are locked out of society), but mostly going to see if I find fun prompts to keep it going. Low pressure, as inpso hits.

Okay, now that I've wasted time typing all that up--let's go write. Surviving is due today, so it gets first priority. We'll see what else I get done after that.

[hopeworth]

the problem with deciding to write a plotfic of a battle shonen manga is that sometimes you’ll have to write 4k words of straight action

[tortoisesshells]

📓!

This isn't a full-fledged plotfic so much as more possible prequel to S1 of 1899: I think a lot about how sitting at the Captain's Table is/was supposed to be an honor, and yet Eyk Larsen is probably one of the worst conversationalists on the ship (which is saying something) and how disinclined everyone is to talking, both about themselves and anything else - until forced to by desperate circumstance. So ... in other iterations, in other simulations, what did the Captain's table look like? How much time did the characters spend accidentally jabbing each others' sore spots while searching for common ground? Was there anything in the dinner conversation that - like the glitch in the saloon in Ep. 1 - hinted strongly that there is something very, very wrong aboard the Kerberos?

This is, sort of, an excuse to throw characters who don't much interact but I think could be interesting bouncing off each other (Clémence and Ángel, maybe) in the same space. Also, I just like awkward dinner conversations?

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

[whumpscholar]

have you published anything for lesser suns yet! i cant find it on your blog

Nooo I've been daydreaming and outlining and whatnot for a frankly embarrassing length of time 😔 I wanted it to be a long coherent plotfic sort of deal but realistically it is Not going to be that. Asks and DMs are open if you're interested in me yapping about the setting and characters tho

[lookiamnotshameless]

That one time when you find one of your old, old plotfics that you hated at the time but it was actually really really good and then you read it and it's unfinished and you're howling, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT IS THE ENDING??? because damn if you remember what you were going to write next or even what ideas you had for the whole thing and this writer is now a stranger to you but by god you really want to know what happens goddamn

[sickly-qt]

can you please do 🤧✋?

thanks in advance!!

I don’t actually know how good this is but it’s what I got. This is also gonna double as a lowkey intro to Finn and Drew’s plot. I hope you enjoy even though it’s kinda bad and I didn’t proofread it.

Warnings: General descriptions of illness (just cold stuff).

Finn let himself into Drew’s apartment, she had given him a key awhile ago but this was the first time he actually had to use it. He went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He felt like shit, if he was being honest. His throat hurt and he was exhausted, all he really wanted to do was lay down but he wasn’t about to cancel dinner over a cold. He leaned his head back against the cabinets and closed his eyes, he took a deep breath through his mouth since breathing through his nose was becoming a chore. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Finn! At least let me know that you’re here, a simple ‘Hey Drew! It’s me, your boyfriend, not a goddamn serial killer,’ would suffice.” Drew yelled, standing on the other side of the island holding a broom.

“And what were you going to do with that? Broom me into submission?” he laughed, and then broke into coughs.

Drew leaned the broom against the counter and walked over to Finn, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m stronger than I seem… What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. My throat is just scratchy.” 

“You sound sick.” She mumbled, tugging on his shirt.

“It’s just a cold, I’m okay.” He said, leaning down to kiss her.

“It’s just a cold so you’re going to infect me?” She said, pulling away and walking into her room. She came out about five minutes later, changed with her hair pulled out of her face.

“Why are you changed? We have reservations in like thirty minutes, it was really hard to get a table on Valentine’s day.” He said, pushing himself away from the counter. 

Drew approached him and pulled off his jacket before unbuttoning the first couple buttons of his shirt.

“I’m sure there is some desperate couple out there who would be dying for our table. C’mon, I can crack open a bottle of wine and we can just relax. I feel like we never just relax.” Drew grabbed Finn’s hands and pulled him into the living room, sliding her sock-clad feet backward across the floor. “Your nose is bright red, I’m pretty sure you have a little fever, and you sound like a sixty year old who smoked marlboro’s their whole adult life. Lay down, please.”

“You’re going to be drinking wine alone, it would be a waste on me I can’t taste a thing.” He said, sniffling through his stuffy nose.

“Then we’ll have a dry night,” She sat on the couch, pulling her feet up and patting her lap. “It’s okay to unwind sometimes, baby.”

Finn sighed and kicked off his shoes before laying across the couch on his stomach, his head falling on Drew’s legs. “Thanks.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

“No problem at all, you’ve been taking care of me and my random bouts of illness recently. So I can be here for you.” Drew carded her fingers through Finn’s hair and then ran her hands down to his shoulders.

Finn sniffled again and coughed, “That feels really good.”

“Does it?” Drew trailed her hands down his spine and gently massaged his back.

“Mm, I love you Drewann Louise Kennedy.”

“I love you too, Loser. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She mumbled, leaning down and kissing his hair. “You can’t leave me alright? You’re stuck with me Finnegan Marks.”

“Who said I’m going anywhere?”

“No one, I just- I needed to say it. I love you and I hate it, but you make me feel things and I need you, Stupid.”

“I need you too, babes. You have nothing to worry about.” He mumbled, sleepily.

Drew took a deep breath and continued massaging Finn’s back, “I really hope so.”

[aiura-stan]

F. my fics are still some of the most recent platonic saiteru fics 

quick somebody write saiki and teruhashi friendship /jk

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Spider-Man (Comicverse), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaine Parker & Peter Parker & Ben Reilly, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Mary Jane Watson Characters: Peter Parker, Norman Osborn, Ben Reilly, Kaine Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Harry Osborn, May Parker (Spider-Man) Additional Tags: Amnesia, Brainwashing, Kidnapping, Irony, Memory Alteration, Peter Parker's Love Of NYC is its own character, look i know the tags read like whump. but its at least like sixty percent comedy. Summary:

Peter Osborn lives a sheltered, isolated life in small-town Indiana, building machines for his father. Sure, he's bored, and lonely, with neighbors who avoid him and only a plastic plant to talk to. But he's okay. He manages.

Until one night, when Peter discovers something in his father's room that calls into question everything he knows about who he is and what he's doing there, and drags him into the most bizarre adventure of his life.

[melongumi]

siiiigh i also wish more people used the “plotfic” tag, or some kind of equivalent.

I will read short fics, and oneshots, and stories with a limited narrative scope? but I am never (never) interested in looking for them. im hungry for longfics !!!

except during those short periods of time when i get wrecked by a new or relapsed ship. like w/ Ladybug.