#future fic ideas

[arrowheadedbitch]

AU where everyone suddenly has all the words that hurt them the most written all over their body and Tim has "Jason" written all over his face.

#tim drake #red robin #robin #rr #batfam #future fic ideas #? #fic ideas for later

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark! Gojo Satoru x reader (Soulmate Au blurb)

(warnings: dark content, implied kidnapping, implied noncon, masochism)

I really like the idea of soulmates in the JJK world. They're rare, but the reason why they're so coveted is because they are the only person in the world who is immune to their soulmate's cursed technique. 

Being Gojo's soulmate would be like hitting the jackpot, at first. You're a regular person, with no cursed energy. Maybe you and Satoru's hands bump into each other while you're at a cafe, grabbing your respective drinks. To you, it's just an accident. You apologize, make your way out. 

To him, it's like submerging himself into an ice bath. For the first time in years, someone had gotten past his limitless technique. It was so unexpected, and real, and so warm.

Your hands were warm. 

It's the thrill of it that gets him first. The unexpected. No one's ever come close to him. He is the summit of the mountain. The strongest. And yet, there you were, effortlessly able to bypass his barriers without even trying. With women, with Geto, he'd always have to turn his technique off. He'd have to let them do something to him. You could do anything to him, and his powers wouldn't even stop you. You could kick him, punch him, bite him. Anything you wanted, and for once, he'd be powerless to stop you.

He can't detect you with his six eyes. It makes the hunt even better when he catches up to you. It's days of stalking and harassment and the touching that finally makes you snap and slap him. 

It hurts. 

It hurts and he fucking loves it. 

He already made up his mind days ago, but this only cemented it. When he finally takes you home, to his bed, it's euphoric. You scratch and bite and scream and hurt him over and over again. Hours later, when you've passed out from sheer exhaustion, he has more bruises than you do. They'll fade eventually, but that's okay. 

You could always make more. 

#dark content #yandere jjk #dark gojo satoru #yandere gojo x reader #mentioned masochistic tendencies #implied kindapping #implied non con #future fic ideas #gojo being bad person once again #me totally ignoring Gojo's actual powers once again

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

(it was, in reality, not fine), summarized:

Sun and Moon, making the absolute sappiest of heart eyes: we are so in love with you <3 <3 we daydream abt marrying you one day. Do you want to adopt five kids or six

Reader: hehe <3 I love you both so so sooo much <3 idk what I would do without you

(Reader’s internal dialogue: wow I love these dummies. My best friends. Silly fellas)

~100,000 words, idiots to lovers~

#it was in reality not fine fic #not fine au #bones of a rabbit fnaf #bones of a rabbit fic #fnaf fic #fnaf x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #doodles #sketches #future fic ideas #future fic scenes #silly fluff #idiots to lovers #not fine fic

[ticklishchaos]

I'm seriously debating writing a Hazbin fic because I have been completely OBSESSED with the series. Here are some of my prompts I've been considering:

Angeldust x Alastor: Basically, Alastor is tired of Angel being a devious little shit and tickles Angel to death only to find out he actually likes it. Which makes it so much better worse.

Angelhusk: Husk comments that Angel's X rated p*rno interogation discussed during show and tell day wasn't very convincing as an interrogation. So Angel gives him a real interrogation... By tickling the snot out of Husk and interrogating him about the other hotel staff. (Maybe also add Alastor or Vaggie giving Angel a taste of his own medicine as well. "You call that a real interrogation?")

Alastor x Lucifer: Okay, but I can see these absolute chaotic energies for SOME reason engaging in a competitive tickle fight. And I feel like Lucifer would 100% lose (the little dork), lmfao. I can see him being so determined and absolutely getting his shit wrecked and outing Charlie for also being ticklish just to get the tickling to stop lmaoo. Which Alastor is quite pleased to discover as a friend/coworker/brother/father figure would naturally be lmao.

Other loose fic ideas:

Something to do with bondage/trust exercises based off 1.2 or 1.3 I can't remember. But it has to do with tickling (because tickling also forms bonds and establishes trust).

The Hazbin Staff gang tickling Adam. (I seriously love the trope where the cocky douchebag is taken down a few pegs by getting his everloving shit wrecked with something as silly and harmless as tickling. Bonus points: Adam's ribs are his worst tickle spot. Get it??)

Something with Vox x Alastor and their rivalry (idk if I'm totally on board with this, tho).

Tell me what you guys think!!! Ahhahaha I love this show sm and has so many great avenues for fic ideas.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic prompts #hazbin hotel headcanons #sfw tickling community #tword blog #sfw tickling #tickle content #sfw twords #tword content #chaos says stuff #tword post #tickle fic blog #hazbin hotel tickle fics #future fic ideas #fic ideas #my prompts #man maybe i will actually write this sh*t idk #what do you guys think?

[runraerun]

Imagine Cas and Sam and Dean all searching through lore books for a way to help restore Jack's human soul, and they come up with natta/goose egg/bupkis. But then Cas is standing in line at a gas station check out with Dean when he spots a Woman's World magazine with a blurb on the cover that reads, '10 Ways to Revitalize Your Body and Soul!' So he quickly grabs it and makes Dean pay for it, and he's reading off a list of things while they drive home in the Impala like: try yoga! Go to the beach! Eat a home cooked meal! Don't be afraid to share your feelings with your loved ones! Redecorate your living space! Have a spa day! Start a garden! Hug someone at least once a day! ect. And Cas figures he's been spoken to by the divine feminine and he's going to trust the universe with this one and decides that they all need to try this new ritual, for Jack. (Much to Dean's dismay.)

#jack kline #destiel #castiel #supernatural #Sam would be so down #because this all sounds very healthy #its just so fluffy #I swear I'm usually very angsty and brooding #but this idea just won't leave me alone and I don't have time rn to write a fic about it #future fic ideas #dadstiel #dragging Dean kicking and screaming to a place of mental healing #and for once being forced to treat himself with kindness and respect #like deans soul would also be restored #let’s be real

[navybrat817]

Okay Navy. Okay. First. In a Red Dress was SCORCHING. JESUS BABY.

Got me thinking though since they had sex on a conference table and I see CEO asks floating around.

Where did he first have sex with the reader?

PS - I drank water today.

I'm glad you liked In a Red Dress, nonnie! It was a fun fic to write. I'm also glad you drank some water. I need to do the same!

And to answer your question. 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #navybrat polls #bucky barnes #ceo!bucky barnes #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #future fic ideas #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated #are you reading my tags? #go drink some water #stay hydrated my friends

[lesbianpepsi]

Wait I have an idea for the Sam mini series you’ll make! How about a scene where R is at Tara’s and since it’s summer they’re both sweating. So R decides to cut up a watermelon that’s left in their fridge and takes the biggest knife to cut it open. The whole group is basically terrified and scared that R is gonna attack them and then R slowly turns around, takes multiple slow steps towards the group (while the group is backing up) and is like

“Sam……….

….

….

….

Would you like a slice 👉👈”

While the whole group is just:

😰😰😟😧

Gotta love oblivious Reader ^^

anon. i love you. this is fucking hilarious 💀💀 oblivious reader is the best istg <33

sam: uhm, sure, it's not poisoned right?

r: maybe it is poisoned.

sam: 😟

r: poisoned with love! :D

#anon <3 #anon ask #sam carpenter x reader #future fic ideas

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Hi would you ever consider writing more autistic jamie fics cause you write it so well when the boys were so gentle with him and turned the lights off so he was les overwhelmed I cried

Thanks for the ask! That scene was, unusually for me, completely unplanned, but ended up being one of my favourites in the fic so far. The awful thing about meltdowns is that on top of the experience itself, people expect you to be able to explain what's going on, so I did find it kind of cathartic to write about a scenario where someone else recognizes what's happening and knows how to help without having to be told.

As for your question, the answer is yes! While I'm sure this was unintentional on the part of the writers, Jamie does just kind of read as autistic to me — most noticeably with the stimming (his little hand tuck in his shirts, the whole boot room scene in 3x11) but also because the way he sometimes misinterprets social cues is quite similar to the way that I misinterpret them (I would also assume someone telling me I'm easy to break up with was a genuine complement, for instance) — so that will probably always be at least implied in the way I characterize him. In terms of more overt depictions, I do have kind of an amorphous blob of an idea about someday writing a fic specifically about Jamie realizing he's autistic and having a crisis about it, though I'm not sure when/if I'll actually get around to that.

#fic: the hedgehog's dilemma #future fic ideas #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #autistic jamie tartt #ask #throwback to the time youtube recommended me “are you autistic” videos unprompted for like five years #and then i would watch them like. youtube has correctly profiled me as someone who likes learning about different experiences 🙂 #do i technically have the symptoms of autism? yes. but in like. a neurotypical way #anyway eventually i learned the actual dsm-v criteria and had a roy kent-style fuuuuuuck moment #at the time i spent like a month having a crisis about it but it's funny now #kvetch oc

[el1997jk]

Not me having plots for two more KimChay stories in my head when I haven’t even finished writing Maybe We Can Have Our Happily Ever After yet. Granted, one of them has been in my mind for two years now. You can blame the opening credits of the show for that, but still. The plot bunnies are plotting and won't let me be. What should I do?

#fanfic writing #kimchay #plot bunnies #future fic ideas #coming soon maybe? #writer's dilemma

[arrowheadedbitch]

Fic where you take Monk episodes and Psych episodes but switch the characters and see how they would have solved it.

#monk #psych #psych usa #monk usa #fic idea #future fic ideas #🍍 #i should do this one day

[envy-of-the-apple]

cannot stop thinking about hybrid!König. König would definitely be some type of dog hybrid. He's an ex-military hybrid, recently retired, and just needs the right person to give him a loving home. Like maybe you live in a really dangerous neighborhood and you need that scary dog privilege and he's a perfect fit because he's big and intimidating but he's so eager to please (only you tho). He's loving, maybe a little too loving, borderline obsessive as he practically ambushes you as soon as you get home, sniffing your neck, demanding to know who the fuck tried to scent mark you. And he doesn't care that the hybrid was 'just a pup, didn't know what they were doing'. He gets so possessive that even you think something's wrong, but you can't fault him for it because you know his past and to you he'll always be just a sweet little puppy who wags his tail at you:)

#yandere #dark content #hybrid!König #könig call of duty #dark König #yandere König #future fic ideas #cod mwii

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

future scene in space au,, Eclipse kills a man by hitting him with another man, bc his comfort tiny has been Hurt and this has triggered the Murder Instinct only well-designed murderbots can achieve <3

#bones of a rabbit #bones of a rabbit fic #bones of a rabbit au #doodles #sketches #space au #space ai au #space ai eclipse #space eclipse #future fic ideas #tw blood #vague ideas #silly bullshit #babbit can't draw action scenes example sdkjfhdsf #fnaf au #fnaf eclipse x y/n #fnaf eclipse x reader #sorry for the messiness im struggling to get used to new laptop #new laptop btw!!!! huzzah #her name is becky #so far she is very good and kind and i am trying to b very kind to her #ok i should have gone to bed two hours ago lol

[krirebr]

I want to write a short little dark something for @the-slumberparty Naughty or Nice Challenge but I'm struggling to come up with something. This could be a fun opportunity to write for a character I haven't done yet. And I'm hoping that having a character in mind when looking at the prompts might shake an idea loose.

I know, I know, Lloyd and Ari aren't here, but I just don't feel like I have a good grasp on their voices. Sorry. You can still choose the last option and yell at me about it if that's what your heart tells you.

I'll love you forever if you vote for Mace - my beautiful, underrated, pragmatic space boi.

#poll #future fic ideas #help me decide #ce characters

[scullysexual]

Spooky Mulder's UFO Club.

After losing a bet, Scully is forced to join Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club. (actually it’s called The Study of Unexplained Phenomena Project, and it’s a class not a club, but whatever) Ridiculed throughout the school by students and staff alike, Scully wants to get it over with as soon as she can and come “back down to earth” when a class trip up to Alaska, to do their own investigations into the mysterious deaths of four hikers, finds them stranded with an unknown virus wreaking havoc and a woods that becomes its own entity at night, Scully realises this dumb little class packs a lot more horror than she bargained for.

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Based on the Dyatlav Pass Incident, this is an idea that me and one of my friends have had for a while. While this is solely written by myself, I do have her to thank for the idea to turn it into a fic.

Despite having four chapters already written I'm not sure if I'll ever post the rest. If you'd like to see more in the future then please do let me know as that will contribute a lot in my decision.

This fic is a high school au (because I cannot write a normal case file to save my life) It features an Ethan/Scully ship and has brief mentions of bi-polar disorder. I also know nothing about American school or America in general. This is unbetaed but so much fun to write.

@today-in-fic

Why she had agreed to come here, she has no idea. It wasn’t like her presence would be missed if her current situation was anything to go by: stood in the corner of the kitchen, drinking subpar alcohol that tasted more like piss than the fruity cocktail it was supposed to resemble, and being ignored by virtually everyone around her. She should leave, could leave, nobody would stop her…except she didn’t have a car to drive herself home in. Dana rolls her eyes, the anger shimmering in her chest as she revisits the argument she’d only just had with her father before she’d left for the party. Ultimately, he didn’t think she needed one, she had him, her mother, and even BJ to drive her wherever she needed. Dana knew that in actual fact it was so she’d stay under his thumb, know where she was, and more importantly, who she was with. With her own car, she’d be free to go when she liked and her father had made that mistake with her sister: On her seventeenth birthday Melissa had been gifted a car and a year later she’d used it to drive herself down to California to be with her girlfriend without a word said to anyone. How Dana wished her sister had taken her with her.

The worse part of it all, she knew how to drive but after Melissa’s escape it was Dana who had suffered the consequences. Even sharing with BJ was out of the question after a Manic Missy episode had left BJ’s car busted in a ditch. It had been the funds for Dana’s car that had brought BJ his new one. Instead, she relied on Ethan to ferry her around, something she knew he hated.

In fact, Ethan was why she was here, begging her to come to this party because Marcus only turns 18 once and it’s gonna be wild. She had things to do- a Biology test to study for on Monday, and maybe, just maybe, she wanted to take some time out for herself. But Ethan had begged and nagged and perhaps muttered something about having an uncool girlfriend and no, normally she wouldn’t let a comment like that bother her but it had been Ethan who’d said it and Ethan was the one currently keeping her higher up on the high school pecking order than a geeky, ginger, and glasses-wearing girl should be. And so she had caved in, gone to this party at the behest of Ethan only to be ditched within the hour. Where the hell was he anyway?

She finds him in the living room, sat amongst his friends as they try to play beer pong and fail miserably.

“Hey Danes,” Ethan greets when he sees her. “Where’re you been this whole time?”

“Kitchen,” Dana responds and doesn’t elaborate. “Can I talk to you?”

Ethan stares at her when she says no more and fortunately gets the hint.

“Sure,” he says, standing up, wobbling a bit as he does so. He makes an effort to laugh at himself and some of his friends let out a light chuckle as he slowly manoeuvres himself around the furniture, coming towards her.

“Sup?” he asks, leaning against the wall for what Dana assumes is balance. He’s so close to her Dana can smell the same pissy drink she was drinking earlier and takes a step back in disgust.

“I want to go home,” she says plainly.

Ethan chuckles lightly. “Dana, I…” he lets out a huff of air. “I don’t think I can take you home.”

Her stomach drops as she looks at him, eyes glazed over and a stupid grin on his face. Ethan was her only ride home.

“Maybe you could ask someone els3?” Dana scoffs. “Or…or stay. Plenty of people are staying, camp out in a spare room with the girls or something…”

She doesn’t remind him of how little she knows anyone here. “It’s fine,” she says instead. “I’’ll…I’ll just walk it.”

“Dana, I can’t let you walk it.”

“Then I’ll call my dad.”

“He doesn’t know you’re here, remember.”

She stares at him for a moment.

“Could you not sober up?” she asks in a quiet voice.

“Dana…the party’s just started.”

She nods. Got it. No ride home from Ethan tonight.

“Ring this house when you get home, okay?” He starts heading back towards his friends. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t even have-“ But Ethan is gone, back to his beer pong game. “Marcus’ number…” Dana finishes. She watches him one last moment, completely ignoring her as he laughs and plays and takes another gulp of his drink, then she stalks through the crowd and out the front door.

The garden is mostly empty. With the main birthday party happening in the basement and the curtains drawn, no one would be any wiser to a bunch of high schoolers getting drunk inside. Dana sits down on a bench overlooking Marcus’ mini golf course A few stoners and those also unwanted loiter around but they ignore her as much as she ignores them. The only thing on her mind was how was she getting home.

“Marcus would be the prick to have a golf course, wouldn’t he?”

Dana turns around to the source of the voice. There stands a boy she actually recognises; tall, brown hair, sporty. The type of boy every girl (and maybe boy) would whisper about, want, a trophy boyfriend that would get them high place on the pecking order…if only he wasn’t so low himself. His reputation destroys any hope of being popular, of being wanted by any of the significant girls, so much so that Phoebe Green refuses to acknowledge a relationship between the two ever even happened. He is Spooky Mulder to pretty much everyone, a disgrace to the science world of their school, and a joke to everyone else. The sweatshirt he always wears bearing the letters TS0UP is the cause of that damning reputation.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Dana regards him cooly. “I know who you are, Mulder.”

He smiles at that, a smile that would make any girl weak at the knees, but Dana stands strong, watching him with the caution of watching a bear (or a Big Foot, the creature popping into her mind but she banishes that again. What did Big Foot look like anyway?)

They shared a Psychology class together. Dana only took it because she was taking pretty much every other science, may as well tack psychology onto the list as well. Mulder, however, seemed to generally enjoy it, always listening, always doing well in tests. It was his participation that dragged his grades down, though, he never spoke, just listened. Anywhere else and that would have been endearing.

There was another time they’d met each other, however. 6th grade Geography were they had been paired together for a project. There topic was Bashful Peak in Alaska and they had spent weeks building a model of the mountain- weekends and after school spent at Mulder’s house creating it was a very fond memory Dana still had. They had done a presentation on it as well, both received an A+ for their work.

They hadn’t spoken to each other much after that, only a brief smile in the halls. When they got to high school, Dana climbed the ladder as Mulder fell, and they stopped acknowledging each other all together.

“I’m just wondering why you’re here,” Dana questions as kindly as she can. He went to less parties than she did.

Mulder shrugs. “Wanted to see what all the fuss was about, I didn’t get in the front door, though. You, however…” He cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t realise you were best friends with Marcus Shelby.”

At that she can’t help but smile.

“I’m not. Ethan…” She tries to find the words to describe. “Marcus knows of Ethan so…”

“So you got invited as a plus one. But you’re not in there, you’re out here.”

“I’m trying…I want to go home…Ethan…is- was- my ride back and…” She didn’t want to explain to a stranger that she doesn’t have a car.

“But Ethan is passed out somewhere?” Dana doesn’t say otherwise. “I’ll tell you what…” Mulder makes his way into the golf course and grabs hold of a club while still holding his drink in his other hand and holds it out for her. “Get the ball over the fence and beyond the wall, you got yourself a free ride”

Dana eyes the club and the wall nervously. “And if I don’t get it over I lose my ride?”

Mulder smiles. “I’ll still drive you-“ Relief spreads through her. “But…If I get it over you join T-soup.”

The relief vanishes. Her face drops as she eyes up his sweatshirt. Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club is a joke. No self-respecting person would ever go near it and what made it worse was it was, in fact, a class and not a club, a complete waste of school resources. He had to be kidding.

“Why?” she asks.

“Why…?”

“Why do you want me to join?”

Mulder shrugs. “I guess we could use more people who think like you. Makes it interesting.”

“No.” she outright says.

Mulder grins, undeterred. “You better hope I miss then.” He shakes the club in his hand but before Dana can grab it he pulls it back. “Just one more question. You’re not drunk, are you? I wouldn’t want you to be at a disadvantage.”

“I’m not. Are you?”

“Not a drop,” he answers.

Dana regards him. “You’re drinking,” she says, nodding to his cup.

“Orange juice.”

She doesn’t believe him.

“Try it if you don’t believe me.”

She takes the cup from his offered hand, drinking a small sip. It was orange juice. Only orange juice. She hands it back to him.

“Give me the club then.”

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if she got the ball over the wall, she was getting her part of the deal regardless. She only starts to worry when it’s Mulder’s turn. He places the ball down, lines the club up with it as perfect as he believes it is and hits it. The ball soars over the fence, pass where Dana’s landed, all the way over to the wall.

Her heart sinks as Mulder smiles at her, unable to hide his joy.

“I’ll order you a T-soup sweatshirt as soon as possible.”

This was going to be the end of her.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #high school au #future fic ideas #scullysexualwrites

[pearlypairings]

🥚 and 🌾 for the fic writer asks?

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

Hmmm, idk if I have anything I hope people would notice. It's more like..... little nuggets of joy I hide for myself lol. In my twinpeaks x st fic, I described the Creel house and their front door's stain glass. In canon, there is a rose at the center of this window, and in my fic I make it very clear it's a blue rose. It's a little nod to the twin peaks/ fire walk with me universe, the Blue Rose coded message at the airport and the like. It's nothing super pertinent to the plot of my fic, but I just liked tying in the two similar symbols together, because it was a cool coincidence!!

🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

ok ok ok, hear me out. Mr. Clarke and Miss Kelley!!! Losty and I have talked about a fluffy romcom-esque fic idea where they have newpaper personals with super bad luck, before meeting each other! I have a half-baked outline, some first draft chapters loosely drawn up, and VERY cute vision boards of personal ad examples lmao. But the timing hasn't been right yet.... some day....

thank you so much for the asks!! I haven't thought about my own little easter eggs before....;) there's probably more, but my memory is so so poor lol.

send me an emoji fanfic ask:)

#thank you babe! #fanfic writer ask game #pearly answers #fanfic easter eggs #plot bunny #future fic ideas

[navybrat817]

i need you to hear me out on phantom of the opera!bucky. smut, fluff, angst, whatever you want 🙏

I love the idea of Phantom!Bucky, nonnie! I feel like I've seen it with Bucky as the Phantom and Steve as Raoul? I would have to think on it.

Bucky in a Burlesque (touch of Moulin Rogue) sort of AU? Reader as the performer, Bucky as a stagehand, and doesn't like a wealthy patron getting close to his girl. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #bucky barnes #phantom of the opera #burlesque #navy's muse inspiration #future fic ideas #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated #bucky barnes x female reader