#fics i’ll never write

[peterbenjaminparkour]

Canon divergent (no one knows who Spiderman is but everyone remembers Peter)

A few years after high school Peter attends a party/outing with some old high school peers. Naturally he runs into Flash, who, to his surprise, it much nicer, and doesn’t once call him Penis Parker, not even for old times sake.

They catch up a bit and he moves on to mingle with others. He’s a few drinks in when he really starts to notice Flash’s eyes lingering. Following Peter around the room with his stare, taking him in from head to toe.

Eventually Peter hits his social limit, says his goodbyes and says he’s going to go get a cab. He’s not really drunk of course, his super metabolism doesn’t allow for that, but he doesn’t want people worried he’ll be walking home alone with the amount of alcoholic beverages they’ve watched him consume.

At the same time Flash says he’s also going to head out. Has an early morning, and they walk out together. On the way, Flash offers Peter a ride home. Peter accepts because Flash hadn’t been drinking, it’s free and beats walking, but also, Flash had been pretty nice, so it didn’t exactly sound like a bad time either.

They listen to music as they drive, chatting a bit about their lives. Peter thinks Flash is flirting but he can’t be sure.

They pull up in front of Peter’s apartment, and Peter goes to say his goodbyes and he pauses.

Flash asks if everything is alright and Peter contemplates for a moment before asking him if he wants to come inside. He’s hoping the tone of his voice conveys his intentions.

Flash takes the hint and accepts the offer with a satisfied smirk that makes Peter think this was Flash’s idea more than his own.

Then they bang.

#flash thompson x peter parker #flash x peter #peter parker #flash thompson #fics I’ll never write

[daggerandrose]

Businessman Harry, Businessman Louis, Bondage, Lingerie, Dom Harry, Dom Louis, Sub Harry, Sub Louis, Getting Together, Kink Negotiation

Harry Styles is a businessman of his own right and needs an outlet when he feels particularly fidgety. When he overhears about a club in the city that can help with his needs, he meets Louis Tomlinson. Louis brings him to his knees quite literally, but is also the CEO of the company in direct competition with Harry’s own.

Whatever shall they do?

#my hand slipped #moodboard #fics I’ll never write #maybe who knows #mine

[miraculousghostspider]

after a wake up call in the form of ghosts attacking new york, tony calls up the fentons and invites them to spend the summer in new york helping him make ghost equipment and learn how to defend himself. peter knows they’re in new york, but he honestly doesn’t care too much and doesn’t ever run into them (he hears their kids mentioned, but assumes they’re small children and doesn’t bother asking further questions).

phantom, on the other hand, he meets several times. tony warns him that phantom is evil, but he also keeps fucking with peters patrol schedule and bothering him. both superheroes are fifteen, and neither really have functioning brains, so danny really just spends his summer pissing off spiderman.

one day there’s a supervillain attack that leaves both superheroes powerless for a few hours and peter has lost his mask. danny ends up in civilian form, but peter assumes this is just what he looked like before he died, and danny doesn’t know who tf this random dude is, so they agree not to look into each other. they connect a bit during the time, and are less hostile for the rest of the summer, but the fentons leave and nothing more comes of it.

until several years later

::readmore::

danny and peter end up at the same college, mit or something, and they run into each other one morning while leaving a class they share. peter looks at danny first, thinking it a coincidence, but then danny meets his eyes and goes pale and peter realizes this is actually phantom.

he drags him into a secluded bathroom and locks them in a stall together and starts whisper-screaming:

“what the fuck are you doing here??”

“learning, why the fuck else would i be in intro to biology??”

“you’re a ghost!”

“what so now ghosts can’t go to college??? awfully specist of you”

peter grabs his wrist. “i can feel your fucking pulse youre literally alive.”

“and?? how is that important??? you can literally lift a bus in one hand??”

“how is you not being dead not important jesus chri-“

someone comes into the bathroom and they realize how closely pressed together they are, going silent so as not to raise alarm to the stranger, and are practically holding their breaths as they wash their hands and leave, humming to themself as they go.

as soon as the door shuts, they begin to giggle quietly. peter tries to awkwardly maneuver his way out of their position, but danny simply grabbed his wrist and allowed intangibility to wash over them so they could stumble out easily.

“i have another class in ten minutes,” peter finally says. danny stares at him silently. when he’d used his powers his eyes had flashed green. now they were a startlingly bright blue. almost mesmerizing.

“we could talk after?” peter says, moving his mouth before his brain could catch up. maybe his eyes actually were hypnotizing him. “i usually hang out in the library in the afternoons if you… wanna talk?”

danny didn’t say anything for a fraction of a second, and peter immediately wanted to die (wait. was that insensitive to say to a ghost/human/whatever the hell he was?)

then he nodded. “i’d like that.”

peter smiled, sunshine peaking through the cracks of his face, and the moment might have lasted had the door not opened at that moment, sending peter scrambling not to look suspicious while danny merely blinked out of existence

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #spiderman #ghost spider #phantomspider #ghost spider aus #fics i’ll never write

[narilwrites]

Dragonball Fic I don’t have the energy to write

I don’t have the energy to write this as I’ve only recently gotten back into Dragonball but I’m plotting it out here anyway because hey, maybe I’ll write some oneshots in this or maybe someone else will want a go for this scenario in my head.

Canon divergence after the Broly film I’d say:

once again Friezas plans have been thwarted. He takes a few years but he’s finally got a plan:

He uses the Super Dragonballs to wish that Goku is erased from existence.

Now sure of victory he comes to Earth, somehow stronger than ever and manages to beat up Vegeta within an inch of his life AGAIN (yea I hate that too but roll with it for now)

And worse: He steals Bulla.

Yep.

and far from being an imprisoned princess, our girl is going to have to become a fighter to get out of the predicament herself when she’s old enough.

not that her mum and dad aren’t gonna try their best to get her back on their end.

Somehow this winds up with a dad + daughter team up where Bulla and Vegeta destroy Frieza together, sending him back to HFIL 😂

#Naril rambles #Fics I’ll never write #Dragonball fic #bulla briefs #bamf bulla briefs #I just want some heart wrenching bulla & her dad stuff #And imagine bulma in all this! #She’d be right there too #Maybe she’s looking for the super dragonballs #While geets hunts frieza? #I dunno #im tired tbh #And I think depression is coming knocking #So I come up with wild fics I’ll never write #I also just think vegeta should get to kill frieza finally #Like ffs #give my boy his win

[groenendaelfic]

Young Royals Snippet #5

Convincing people that the monarchy had to be abolished was a lot harder than it should be.

Nowadays people simply no longer saw it as a threat.

At best they rolled their eyes and said, "So what? It's not just the monarchy causing class division and inequality. They don't have any political power, not like that one CEO, you know the one who—"

Most merely shrugged and didn't care, or they pretended not to, while secretly or not so secretly romanticizing the royal family and all their hanger-ons, speculating about their love lives for entertainment, like celebrities, but ones which had to be addressed by a deferential title and who received millions each year to dress pretty and shake hands, their privilege a matter of pride and tradition, a deserved compensation for representing their country on the world stage.

And oh look, isn't the Crown Prince handsome? Don't you just have to feel for him after how sad he looked at his brother's funeral almost a decade ago? How time flies by, the poor dear, so handsome and strong despite his grief, all grown up now, but well, you are probably too young to remember how cute he was as a toddler when he ...

It was infuriating.

It didn’t matter that the monarchy had no more power on paper, was entirely useless in theory, because when the Crown Prince visited an animal sanctuary journalists and random people alike suddenly paid attention to the cause, had an opinion and cared, acting as if the concept of such a thing was entirely new to them, as if they couldn’t conceptualize the importance of animal welfare without the heir to centuries of injustice and exploitation showing up for a minute to shake hands and cuddle a puppy, cameras of course always ready to capture every second and to make the visit seem much longer than it actually had been.

The fact that said Crown Prince looked cute cuddling puppies was entirely beside the point.

Or rather it wasn’t, because that was intentional as well, was another way for the establishment to romanticize the monarchy, to make it seem benign and harmless, and Simon had no doubt that countless teenage girls were right at this moment saving the pictures of the puppy cuddling prince on their phones, dreaming of being his future princess and to one day be cuddled by the privileged waste of taxes in turn, not spending a second caring about the starvation and death his palaces were built upon, about the countless other animals the Crown Prince hadn’t cuddled, nor about the puppy which had most certainly gotten dozens of adoption requests the moment the pictures were posted, completely ignoring the fact that that wasn’t what animal sanctuaries were for, that they weren’t shelters eager to find a forever home for their charges, that this wasn't even a dog sanctuary, that the puppy was just a prop, one which was safer and less divisive than having the heir to the throne pet the actual wildlife there, and it made Simon so angry, because all of that shouldn’t be necessary.

People shouldn’t require pampered mascots to highlight worthy causes, especially not when the only reason said mascots did anything worthwhile was to distract from their own scandals and shady dealings. And anyway, what about all the other causes which didn’t come with a charming photo opportunity or glitzy galas?

Simon hated the monarchy, and the fact that its currently most popular face was objectively aesthetically pleasing and constantly surrounded by an alluring air of melancholy didn’t change that one bit.

Still, know your enemy, or so the saying went, and Simon very much understood the reasons for that, pressing save on the picture he was never going to look at again, because being hot did not magically make one a good person, nor did it make profiteering off of inherited wealth and inequality any less inexcusable, and really, fuck the monarchy, fuck it very much.

and then 30k later wilmon have angry sex

somehow

#in which Simon is a staunch republican campaigning to abolish the monarchy #and Wilhelm is the Crown Prince of Sweden who just so happens to be very handsome indeed #the lady doth protest too much #fics I’ll never write #fic snippet #young royals #young royals fic

[actual-lich-queen]

Pastor Jimmy-Jams and Papa IV meet while both on the lam from the IRS for tax fraud.

Jimmy DeFroquer for misappropriation of church funds and Papa because he never found those receipts.

#the band ghost #fics I’ll never write

[gertruderobinsonscat]

Entry number eleventy billion on the list of “fanfics I will never write”:

Aziraphale gets erased from the book of life, and Crowley experiences it like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, him rewinding through his memories and having Aziraphale fade away from each of them, while he futilely begs to be allowed to keep just this one.

#good omens spoilers #fics I’ll never write

[estrellami-1]

Fics I’ll Never Write #7

He was walking through the market when he saw it. A small sickly thing in a pot, it could barely be considered a plant. He stopped to look at it and the merchant, a woman who was either thirty years younger or older than he was, smiled at him. “You take. You fix,” she said in broken English. “Free, for you. Help, help.” She pointed first to the plant, then to him. She repeated the motions. “Help, help.”

“Multumesc,” he said, a small kindness in return; speaking her native tongue. He was rewarded with a grin.

He cared for the plant near-obsessively. Every time it rained he put buckets, pots, pans—whatever he could find that could catch water—out to collect as much as he could so he could keep watering it. He took off the dead leaves and watched it grow, staring at it for hours a day, laying low in the little apartment and thinking about how plants grow in conditions like this.

Resilient, he thought, and decided that’s what he wanted to be.

Resilient.

#fics I’ll never write #7 #fics #Sam writes #marvel #marvel fics #mini fics #Bucky barnes #am I trying to trick my ADHD brain into caring for the same plants I obsessively planted earlier this spring? #maybe so #hopefully it works #starambles

[roseworth]

i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy

#me when i have such a fun fic idea but all i have are the vibes and one scene and the knowledge that i’ll never actually write it

[infestedguest]

Today on wack-ass fic ideas: Robin Buckley of Stranger Things is somehow related to Nigel Buckley of Megalomorpha. Hijinks ensue.

#wack-ass fic ideas #stranger things #robin buckley #crossover #unlikely crossover #fic prompt #fic ideas #fics I’ll never write #fic idea

[sentient-stove]

“Clockwork, give me strength to break up with my boyfriend.”

“Daniel, that’s not in my wheelhouse.”

Danny shrieked at the response, clearly not expecting an answer considering he’d been standing alone in the room moments earlier. He wrenched back, door handle snapping off into his palm and then his legs caught the abandoned backpack on the floor, sending him to the ground with a thump.

Turns out, landing on a weeks worth of abandoned homework and textbooks in a cramped dorm room genuinely hurt. Danny lay there for a moment, staring at the glo in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling and wondered if he should maybe just give up for the day and crawl back into bed.

“Clockwork! Warn a dude next time!”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes! No! Yea— Can I be honest? I’m gonna be honest- I wasn’t expecting you to show up.”

“You specifically requested my help. Why are you breaking up with the Drake boy, the timelines are still intact.”

“I can’t do class, vigilante-around and date my hyperaware and paranoid boyfriend at the same time. Dating happens to be the one I can cut out. I already held a funeral for my social life.”

“A funeral for— I’m sure that there’s other solutions here.” For as confused as the ghost sounded, he sure was taking it in stride. Danny liked that about Clockwork, guy really just went with the flow and nodded along to any gossip Danny brought over. Or summoned in in this case apparently.

“Will the space time continuum collapse if I break up with Tim?”

“…No.”

“Cool, then I’m doing it. I might not even cry a little.”

#danny: my life is so sad Frostbyte play ballad of a homeschooled girl by Olivia rodrigo #honestly I get bored and write fics I’ll never finish #danny fenton #danny phantom #tim drake #dc comics #dc x dp #dpxdc #fanfic #danny fenton x tim drake #…dead tired? #why are these ship names so confusing. #clockwork

[foolishlovers]

#i shall never grow tired of it #(reading and writing nndhdhh) #(anyway this is the last one i promise i’ll try to be normal about him now 🫡) #good omens #crowley #good omens fics #aziracrow #good omens shitpost #foolish talks

[watchingwisteria]

aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.

#aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #I AM WRITING THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY FIC 😈 #they make me so…… #the ex christian in me turns to a rabid dog when i think abt them #they both love each other with that christian ideal agape love #the kind that would sacrifice itself for the other #to love is to will the good of the other and all that #i just love and adore them both ok u will never catch slander against EITHER of them from me #tags added later : #is now a bad time to mention i think go3 will be #aziraphale realizing that crowley is his home and he was crowley’s #like heaven is not going to be as he imagined it #and he’ll realize being head archangel can change nothing #and ooooh that homecoming.. for both of them…. #well i expect to be in tears that’s all i’ll say #IT HAS TO END WELL THO or may actually unfortunately have to pass away on the spot

[smeddiemunson]

Heir to Harrington Hotels and known socialite, Steve Harrington releases his debut album Stevie and the debut single reaches number 1 on the Bilboard Top 100.

Metal legend, Eddie Munson goes on record to say Stevie is a prime example of “the music industry losing credibility as it’s bought out by rich parents trying to appease their bored, talentless children.”

Their sex tape is later leaked to the public.

#fic idea i’ll probably never write #steddie

[pizzaqueen]

A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:

“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.

Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.

Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”

“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”

“Not everyone I've dated has.”

“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”

Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”

“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.

Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.

“I love you too.”

“And they both love you as well.”

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.

Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.

#Steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #this is soooooo sappy I’m sorry 😫 #anyway I don’t have names for Steve’s kids yet lol #but his son is bi too #his daughter is more like him otherwise though #also Steve takes a while to accept his sexuality so he’s only just come out to his kids because I like stories like that #even though I know some ppl in this fandom have found them offensive?? #but yeah when he comes out his son gets upset because he then feels like he can’t come out without it being weird haha #and Steve is like what??? no??? when he eventually tells him #(I watched a lot of soap operas growing up :P sometimes it comes out in my writing lol) #that’s why I’ll probably never write this fic but it’s fun to dabble in the verse #pizzaqueenfic #pizzaqueenwrites #tsofverse

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

#sorry if this feels repetitive #it’s my favorite kind of yandere to write 😔 #something about lovesick Satoru that just does it for me #I’ll never get enough of it I fear #okay I’m done writing for the night #the other few ideas in my drafts I want to turn into fics maybe #wait I have another one that’s short I might write that really quick 🏃🏽‍♂️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬