#this fic wasn't planned AT ALLLLL

[eowynstwin]

Do you have any recommendations for longer cod fics with plot?

Yeah, plenty!

A few from @391780 (and their ao3) (if you decide to explore their other fics PLEASE read the tags first, early writes some very dark work that may not suit you):

The Arrangement

The ad reads "Looking for a woman (25-45) to enter a discreet and unusual arrangement, with monetary compensation. Must fill out application and send photo.", and for some reason that you can't even fathom yourself, you apply. AKA John Price, who knows better than anyone what a liability having a spouse or partner is, decides that the only way he's going to find a beautiful soft woman to put up with his absurd schedule and dangerous job is to simply hire them.

the space in between

a shortcut through a construction site at night leads you to a run-in with john price, leader of the local crime family. (or, mafia Price romance with a desk jockey who didn't sign up to be a crime boss' obsession or sole confidant)

Into Your Veins

Ghost is a vampire during a zombie apocalypse, sent on a mission from Price to recruit you to join the little gated community of survivors that he's rounding up. You're a survivor who just wants to be left in peace to tend your garden and occasionally clear out your moat and booby traps of the undead. Neither of you gets what you'd planned on.

Then we have milk0 on ao3

Incompetent People

You share a group chat with your team and you sometimes wish you didn’t. (or, a very fun fic that started as a group chat piece and has evolved into a poly 141 romance. Otherwise known as my favorite fucking trope ever. The reader character has such a fun voice, I adore this fic.)

Next of course is @ceilidho (emphemeron on ao3) (same deal as with early—read their tags if you explore more of their fic, they also write darker work)

take me home, country road

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au

Following up with @alittleposhtoad (smoggyfogbottom on ao3)

"it's gonna get me by the end of the night"

A year after the attack on the Urzikstan embassy, Stacy Davidson struggles to move on. Whumptober Prompt: No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” Note: I picked Gaz x OC because this ship doesn't exist on ao3, and I wasn't sure how to classify it for searching purposes. Stacy has a minor role in the game!

oh bury me not on the lone prairie

You are a doctor on the frontier, recently widowed and left to fend for yourself. You cope by keeping a strict routine, one that is threatened by the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night. (141 western AU)

a handsome stranger on a cold autumn day

You work at a small-town library doing the same thing day in and day out, until a handsome captain approaches your desk.

rounding out this list is @lunarvicar who is on hiatus but still fully worth reading. (you can find them here on ao3)

exit row

ghost is that hot guy at the airport you wish you could talk to. good thing your seats are next to each other on the plane and you can fantasize alllll you want. (or, you hook up with Ghost in an airport and meet, months later, after you join the 141. he is not happy about it. or is he?)

to the flame

Moth has barely escaped her first captors, but tumbles headfirst into the care of the 141. She has to decide whether to trust them and their prickly leader, Captain Price - who also happens to be the sexiest motherfucker she's ever met.

a stranger at the table

tudor era AU. John Price is an old friend of your new husband's, come to help on the farm for a season. Your vows are tested in ways you could never have imagined.

All of these I've listed are multichapter fics, but every single author's one-shots are just as good. I highly recommend reading those too!

Now I'm just going to list a few writers who you really should just take the time to go through their masterlists, because you can't go wrong with anything they write.

@yeyinde

@peachesofteal

@moondirti

@charliemwrites (dark fiction, be aware)

@ohbo-ohno (also dark fiction)

honorary mention of @guyfieriii who has removed most of her cod fiction from tumblr due to a frankly disgusting amount of harassment, but I'm sure if you ask her very very nicely she'll send you where you need to go. (seriously. be nice. or you'll see me in your bedroom holding a knife at midnight)

P.S. if you're reading this, and i've expressed love for your work in the past, but you are not on this list, it is NOT intentional exclusion. It is my absolutely horrible memory. I love you and please link your own work if you'd like!

[cluelessmoose]

HIII HELLOOO HIIIII I LOVE YOUR WRITNGS NSNDMSKMS DO YOU HAVE AO3 OR STH???A TAG OF ONLY YOUR WRITES???? I NEED TO READ THEM ALLLLL

no but seriously it was delicious to read all the angst you have for the boys. I live for it. I love it. LOVE IT YOU HEAR ME??? AND YOU WRITR IT WAY TOO GOOD AND ANGSTYYYY PLEASEPLEASE I JUST READ YOUR FOUR GETTING EATEN BY WOLFES AND???? AYOOO???? YES PLEASE!! MORE!! AND THAT WIND BEING DEAD THINS?!?!? ARE YOU INSANE??!? BECAUSE THATS JUST A WAY TOO GOOD OF A THEORY I NEED TO READ FICS ABOUT THAT NOW ZMNZMZNMZNDMDN

i am a very normal fish i swear--

I do have an Ao3! It's under CluelessMoose too

Good news! The Four excerpt from the WIP ask game is only a part of the total fic, which is practically all written and just needs a little finetuning before I upload it.

It has been a hot minute since the Wind is dead theory but boy do I still think about it sometimes. I wasn't actually planning on writing anything on it, mostly because as much as I love whump I don't generally write or enjoy full out tragedy, which is the CORE of that whole post

It's not /impossible/ but it is unlikely, at least from me

[metalbvcky]

Hello honeyyyy

for the fics asks game: 1, 51 and, if you're comfortable with that, 7 😍😍😍

Hi Christy!!! :D Thanks for sending these, I appreciate it 🥰 And YOU KNOW I can't pass down on a snippet!!

1: Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I daydream alllll the time, but I almost always brainstorm (aka take notes) a little before I start poking at a scene. Or I'll just go for it and see where it'll take me because even with outlining, most of what ends up happening in the fic likely wasn't planned 😂 Those are always the fun scenes, too!!

51: Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

ABSOLUTELY! Omg, what I write and what I read are usually two separate things. Not always, because I'll eat up fluff, smut, and dom/sub all day long, but there are a few tropes/genres that I'd rather read than write. Like... plotty canon fics, darker themes, kidfic (was gonna try my hand at one 2 years ago but that didn't pan out), and even a few kinks. Also sometimes I'll get an idea for something and I'd rather just read it lolol.

7: Post a snippet from a wip.

(From Aster C11, because it's all I've got right now that I can share lol)

Steve: Hey, I thought I’d let you know I’m getting off work early today. You know, if you’re interested in coming over. 

Volume turned down, Bucky wanders to the couch while reading over the text. He could use a break, anyway, with how many books he’s handled. 

Bucky: I’m very interested. 

Another text comes through within a few seconds. 

Steve: To stay the night? Or to play?  

Bucky: Both.  

Lower lip between his teeth, Bucky taps three little letters before pushing the send button. 

Bucky: Sir. 

The reply is instantaneous. Steve: Oh Kitten. You know what that word does to me. 

Bucky: Which word does what, Sir?  

Steve: Kitten...  

Steve: Don’t make me come get you, wherever you are right now. 

A wild impulse overcomes Bucky’s thoughts.  

Bucky: Then do it.  Bucky: Come pick me up from the bookstore and act like you aren’t gonna dominate me harder than ever before.  

[stevethehairington]

1, 5, 7 for the fanfic writer asks!

hiii friend!! thank you for sending this in!! 💕💕

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

tbh it's sort of a mix of both for me. like, if i get an idea i will immediately write it down because if i don't i WILL forget it lol. and oftentimes as i'm writing it down, i'll like start to expand on it already, either jotting down more scene ideas or even some dialogue sometimes. and if i'm pumped enough about it in that moment and have the time then sometimes i will start Writing. but if i don't start working on it immediately, then yeah i absolutely will think about it whenever i have a free moment. i will constantly be brainstorming for it, trying to think of how to fit scenes together or what scenes to even include. and like the ideas will sort of start to put themselves together into like a movie reel storyboard kind of thing in my head sometimes, where i can see it playing out and it's like i'm directing it lol going "cut! that wasn't great, lets start that over, but try it this way this time" or "oh that improv line you just added out of the blue was GREAT let me get that down" kind of thing.

most ideas, though, i will say, i have to jump on as soon as i can in terms of actually writing it because if i sit too long on them then they just sort of,,,,,, never get written kslfsd.

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

i'm going to focus solely on my stranger things fics bc oh boy. i have like. at least 13 different fandom folders in my google drive and ALL of those have fic idea docs/wips in them lol. we'd be here alllll day if i went through them all.

SO. for stranger things. i currently have 9 fic docs, but some of them are things i've actually started writing and some are more like the general idea/some planning. (and this doesn't even count the how ever many notes i have on my phone of fic ideas or half scribbled out dialogue and monologues lol.) but like those still count as wips to me tbh bc they are things i would like to get around to at some point and planning is still part of the process so!!

but yeah. all of them are steddie except for one which is an eddie and max bonding thing (which i actually posted here a way long while ago, but have been toying with the idea of cleaning up and posting to ao3 potentially soooo we shall see).

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

well considering the two fics i've been working on lately are my pieces for the two zines i'm writing for, i cannot share them. BUT. i will share a very rough bit from the Brand New Multichap idea i desperately want to write:

The Upside Down has been closed for three solid years, without a single sign of anything, not even a spore. Some nights Steve dreams of the gates opening again, despite everything. Those nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, choking on the what if’s and the guilt of not being there.

Fanfiction Writing Asks

[bontenten]

Cry For Me

Pairing: Mikey-nii x f!reader

WC: 1k

Tags/Warnings: smut, noncon, incest, drugs/alcohol, self-harm, grief, choking, violence, dacryphilia, breeding/creampies, suicidal thoughts, major manga spoilers, Bonten timeline

A/N: Thanks to @kokoslurp​ for putting this idea in my head and letting me just run with it. Bless your brain and Koko's slutty tongue. Keep slurping.

Your eyes snap open to the loud noise coming from outside your door. Something crashes onto the floor followed by a series of screams, each more hysterical than one before. You tip-toe carefully down the dark hallway until you come to a stop outside your older brother Mikey's room. It's quiet in there when you hesitantly push the door open.

"Mikey!" you yell, rushing into the room, ignoring the shattered glass on the ground that threatens to pierce your bare feet. You kneel down in front of Mikey's hunched figure and clutch the bloody wrist where he had clawed deep marks into.

"Mikey-nii, that's enough," you choke out, feeling the red liquid oozing onto your hand. "Please don't hurt yourself. Shinichro-nii is gone, Izana-nii is gone...Emma-neechan is gone too."

"Shinichiro-nii is at the shop...." he mumbles to himself. "Izana is still...Emma...Emma is Emma is..."

"They're all gone! It's been years already! Please, Mikey-nii, I can't lose you too."

Mikey's shoulder begins to tremble, his breaths shaky and wheezing. His eyes are glazed over, bloodshot, as another roar rips through his throat. He breaks from your grasp and suddenly stands up, glaring at your crumbled figure at his feet.

"Mikey? Nii-chan..ahh..." Hands clasp around your throat, forcing you to stand with the grip. "It's me..." Your little sister. The only family you have left, Mikey-niichan.

The air is thick and heavy with sweet smoke. He shoves you onto the mattress, the impact against the dusty pillows knocking the wind out from you. Your cough disturbs the grey wisps that are floating through the dark space.

"What are you," you ask, half-sitting up on the bed, dizzy from the inhaled chemicals rushing to fill your brain. You see your brother shirtless, blood still trailing down his arm, coming closer, closer. He's on top of you, eyes blank, pupils dilated, a hand tilting your chin towards him.

"Mikey-nii?" you ask, soft lips parted and inviting.

Your relaxation suddenly erupts into a wild urgency. Your whole body convulses at the lips pressed on yours and the tongue that forced its ways into your mouth. Mikey tastes bitter, he tastes sweet. All of his anger, his grief, and desperation.

He grabs you tightly, hands pulling the loose buttons of your nightgown apart. Your legs kick out in vain under the heavy body pressing on top. Each futile struggle only gives him more access to expose your skin under his fingertips.

"Don't fight me, baby sister. I only have you now." Mikey suckles on your bottom lips, muttering, "You only have me now. They're all dead..."

His knee forces your legs apart. His hands gripping your wrists together over your head. Your violent headshakes and sobs for him to stop are unheard. Cries for your brother to come back to his senses melt into translucent silk threads pulling him closer, beckoning him to entangle himself in your fragrance and warmth.

"No! Please! No! No!" Tears stream down your face as you cry out when Mikey's cock pushes into your pussy, tearing through you. He bottoms out in a groan while you tremble and shiver from the intrusion. Then he begins to rock his hips in and out messily, heavy pants blowing on the shell of your ear.

The squeaks of the mattress frame and clap of skin against skin sound in the room filled with powders and smoke. The ceiling spins, your throat becoming itchy and dry. Thirst overcomes your body and you float weightless.

Your fights to push him off break apart. Efforts to call back reason to your brother who looks lost and mad fade into seductive mewls. Each time he presses your g-spot, hips grinding against yours, your sobs morph into moans.

"Nngg—n-no. Niichan, no—ahh—"

The dirty euphoria that is building suddenly stops. Mikey pauses, his cock still completely buried within your tight walls. You almost think that this nightmare will end now, because your big brother is finally back. It's just a mistake, a slip-up in search of comfort. You'll forget it, he'll move on, and none of this will have happened.

Suddenly Mikey smiles, a quiet snort slipping out of his mouth. A frown appears on his face. "Don't you want them back? Shinichiro...Izana...Emma...Shinichiro...Izana..Emma..."

You shake your head softly. "No, Mikey-nii. They're dead already...they can't come back..."

"They'll come back. I'll bring them back," he snarls, eyes glaring at your frightened form under him. A crazed expression locks eyes with your lost, pleading one. He chuckles, smearing the remnants of the blood on his wrist over your cheeks, delighting at the new tears prickling at your waterline. It's so precious, so beautiful, and pure.

"Mikey-nii, please..."

Claws snatch your throat, squeezing tighter than ever. Your hands fly down to pull on the grip.

"I WANT THEM BACK! GIVE. THEM. BACK. TO. ME!" Mikey bellows, shaking your head into the pillows. Your choking wheezes are swallowed completely by his shouts. He pounds into you, ramming his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your cheeks burn, needles shooting through your head. The dark seems to fade into a fuzzy glitter. He fucks you mad in anger, completely possessed by the devils of grief, sprinting in rage until he claps himself balls deep against you and spurts his cum to coat your walls.

Two heaving breaths sound in the dark. The air is musky with sex and salty with tears. But the demon is exorcised, leaving only the quiet aftermath of bodies fitted together.

"G-Give them back," Mikey croaks out, cradling your face between his palms. He presses a kiss along your jaw. "We'll get them back..."

Your weak breathy cries and broken rasps echo softly next to Mikey's ears, body still twitching from being defiled and abused. You can feel a thick fluid leaking out from your hole and wet drops on your collarbone. The trail of tears that flowed out from your eyes are now two dried streaks. Mikey groans, tongue slipping out the lick the salty marks. You would answer him, if you can still answer coherently at all. Unable to get an answer from you, high washing over him, Mikey relaxes over your body, head tucked between your neck and shoulder.

When I die, baby sister, will you cry for me too?

[andvys]

Drowning Oceans / teaser 

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Finnick Odair x female reader

Author’s note: Hey guys! After a loooong break I finally managed to write the teaser and some of the chapters of this fic. @popcornpoppin​ (who gives me alllll the amazing and lovely ideas) and I have been planning this fic for the longest time now and we can’t wait for you to read this 💕

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Winning the games was supposed to be a good thing, it was supposed to have meaning; a relief. A long life filled with peace, wealth and luxury. A luxury that neither Katniss nor Peeta were able to enjoy for long. 

Neither of them thought that they’d be back in the Capitol so quickly but deep down they both knew that winning the game as a pair would hold consequences. 

And now here they were again, back in the Capitol a few months after their victory. 

It felt like a deja vu, experiencing all of this all over again. It felt like a bad dream but it wasn't, it was reality, as much as they wanted to escape it, they couldn't. 

They’d have to do this all over again, the tributes parade, the training, the interviews, the arena..

It was all the same. 

Almost.

The only difference; their fellow tributes weren't inexperienced teenagers but skillful victors, experienced killers.

“Finnick Odair, right?” Katniss said as she recognized the handsome blonde on the screen.  

“Yes. He won his games at fourteen, extremely humble-”

“You’re kidding right?” Katniss asks, interrupting him. 

“Yes, I’m kidding, he’s a peacock. A total preener but he’s the Capitol darling, they love him. Charming, smart and very skilled in combat, especially in the water.” 

“What about weaknesses?” 

“One. Mags, she volunteered for Annie, Mags was his mentor and basically raised him, he’s trying to protect her in any way and that exposes him.” Haymitch explains. 

“A guy like that has to know that she’s not gonna make it, when it comes down to it, he won’t protect her.” 

“Well Katniss, I just hope when she goes, she goes quickly. She’s actually a wonderful lady.” Haymitch speaks softly, pausing to look down at the ground before he turns back to the screen, pointing to the beautiful girl on the screen, similar to Finnick, she walks with confidence, a cocky smile on her lips as she waves to the people. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Haymitch says “another Capitol’s favorite, a lot of admirers, people love her.” He pauses “at least the ones in the Capitol do.” 

“She is the youngest victor, right?” Peeta speaks up, recognizing the girl right away. He didn't know much about her, only that she won the games at thirteen and that she was a very good fighter. In a way he has always admired her, she seemed like a kind and caring person, despite the arrogant act in front of the cameras. 

Nodding “she kicked Finnick right off his throne.” He chuckles before continuing “she’s a sweet girl, very competitive but if she likes you, you’ll never meet a more protective and loyal person. Still be careful around her she’s very quick witted so you do not want to be on her bad side. She can be a bit arrogant sometimes, especially in the presence of her ….boyfriend but all together she is a very nice and friendly person.”

“Her boyfriend being Finnick?” Katniss guesses.

Haymitch looks between her and Peeta, somehow amused by something they clearly have no idea about “yes.”

“I’m assuming she is another one of his weaknesses then?” 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Haymitch laughs “these two come as a package deal though, where one is, there is the other. They’ve known each other since they were teens, they are... sweethearts.” He explains as he starts talking more of the pair. 

Peeta leans back in his seat, watching Haymitch basically gush over Finnick and y/n. Somehow being amused by seeing the older man that way. 

“Seems clear who you want us to team up with.” Peeta chuckles.

Katniss looks back at the boy before looking back at Haymitch “you want us to team up with.. them?” She scoffs, clearly not as fond of the idea as Peeta or Haymitch are.

“Yes, just pretend that it’s a double date.” Haymitch laughs. 

Katniss raises her brows as she looks at them before looking back at the screen, watching as y/n walks off the stage. Furrowing her brows, she remembers seeing the girl by Snow’s side. 

“Isn’t she one of Snow's favorites?” She asks and by the look of Haymitch’s face she has her answer.

“Clearly not if she has to go back into the arena.” Peeta mumbles.

Ignoring Peeta she speaks up again “why would I want to team up with her?” 

Haymitch looks at Katniss, the uncertainty and disgust written on her face. She has made up her mind about a girl who she knows nothing about already. Haymitch knew it would be difficult to convince her to pick y/n as an ally now.

“She was basically “the poster child” of this all, she won her games at thirteen, she was forced to be by his side, it wasn't her choice, Katniss.” Haymitch explains, defending the girl that he’s come to see as his daughter “but that was a long time ago, she got out of this all when she turned eighteen.” 

“And Snow just let her go?” Peeta asks. Somehow not believing that this man would let anyone live in peace “just like that?”

“Yes, I think she made some kind of deal with him but I’m not sure- and it doesn't even matter now, all that matters is for you two to have good allies and both y/n and Finnick are your best options.” 

Katniss leans back in her seat, the skeptical look, evident on her face and Haymitch notices it, sighing, he looks at Peeta, unlike Katniss, he doesn't seem to be against the idea of teaming up with y/n and Finnick. 

“Katniss.” Haymitch says as he turns to look at her again “I’ve known those two since they were teens, they are good people. I can vouch for them.” 

If it wasn't for the convincing look on Haymitch’s face, Katniss would've never even thought about contemplating the idea of teaming up with you or Finnick but the older man seemed to trust the two of you. 

And she trusts him.

She looks at Peeta and then at Haymitch before nodding softly.

“Okay.”

[drabbles-mc]

Tell me about number 2 for the fic writer ask game! This happens to me more often than I'd like to admit and I love to hear others' experiences with it.

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”: Oooooohhh okay so I think my best example of this happening with works that I've actually published on here is with Stopping In. When I got the request I immediately was picturing something fluffy because it's a cute little kiss request. But when I opened the word doc and started to brainstorm scenarios, my brain instantly flipped a switch and was like, "No but instead of just easy and soft happiness, you know what this man wants? Angst and tension." It wasn't at alllll what I had planned and tbh I tried to fight it a little bit at first because I so badly wanted to make it a happy and sweet story, but Opie demanded the sadness from me and I just couldn't help myself.

But speaking of Opie. And maybe it's just the way my brain always gets carried away with his character? But I've been plugging away for a loooong time on a Juice x Chris Teller story (which has never really seen the light of day except for a snippet here and there because I'm garbage). I'm in love with them and their entire dynamic. My blorbos and beloveds. And the Juice/Chris relationship was my main focus outside of building the family dynamics, but then I was writing this one scene where she is arguing with Opie and suddenly I lost complete control over what was happening and suddenly I started an entirely separate document with a prequel story that revolves completely around Opie and Chris instead starting from when they're in high school 😅 Those two really have me writing fanfiction to my own fanfiction.

I feel like when I'm creating content with my OC's, this tends to happen a lot more. And I absolutely love it. I love getting carried away and looking back on it and just feeling like, wow, the characters really just did their own thing and I let them and it was so good.

Thank you for the ask! xo ❤️

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