#fake fic meme

[indiaalphawhiskey]

fake title: almost tethered

💋 Almost Tethered

This was, by far, the longest and most awkward silence in the history of mankind, and yet, Louis couldn’t, for the life of him, think of a single thing to say.

Because, really, what was he supposed to say?

He knew fuck all about the man sitting casually on his chaise in a frieghteningly sexy brown duck jumper, except that he had been crazy enough to agree to a threesome with Louis and his fiancé to help spice up their already very extended engagement (that every single person they loved was still waiting for them to call off).

Well, okay, Louis didn’t know ‘fuck all’ exactly. He knew he had a face that was a little too pretty to be true (so much so that Louis had bet Robbie they were being catfished and was now down £20), that he was probably making an obscenely (heh) good living if his (surprisingly tasteful, only-strategically-posed-artful-nudes) OnlyFans page had anything to say about it, and that his actual real name was Harry Styles.

So, Louis knew some things (four, he knew a total of four things), none of which he could use to fill this rather excruciating silence. Lovely.

It didn’t help that Harry hadn’t said a thing to him either since walking through their door – not that he could have, what with the way Robbie had bulldozed through the introductions before swiftly exiting to make everyone martinis.

(“Do you even know how to make a martini?” Louis had asked as they were getting dressed that evening.

Robbie had waved off his very pressing concern. “I’ll Google it. Wine just seems a little too pedestrian for a threesome, you know?”)

Louis began to roll his eyes at the memory but quickly aborted the motion, worried Harry might think it was directed at him. He reverted back to their mutual staring, though, admittedly whilst Louis was sure his expression was similar to that of a frightened raccoon, Harry’s was painfully cool. Collected and poised. Almost serene. Unbothered.

His smirk was soft; green eyes kind yet still somewhat appraising. Louis supposed he couldn’t help it, given their, ah, agenda for the evening. He actually found himself hoping Harry liked what he saw.

Louis certainly did; found himself wondering if it would be appropriate to lick at the swallows tattooed on Harry’s collarbones, or if that was more of a second session kind of thing.

Would there be a second session? Likely not, since the entire point of doing this with a stranger was to avoid all the awkwardness afterwards. (Which said nothing of the awkwardness during.)

He was overthinking and needed to stop, immediately.

God, say something! Louis commanded himself, unable to remember the last time he blinked. As had become habit since his engagement, his hand drifted down to fiddle with the watch he wore with a fierce kind of loyalty on his right wrist. His mind drifted to three words hidden under the expensive leather strap – his accidental life mantra, bestowed upon him by fate.

He thought of how the curve of capital D swooped, how the N had always been a little crooked, how he had learned the cursive version of an S before he could even write or read.

How Robbie hadn’t said the words when they’d met.

How, because of that, his family thought this engagement had been doomed from the start.

How Harry still hadn’t said anythi—

“Don’t be nervous.”

Louis’ answer was automatic, almost involuntary, because he’d been saying it in mock response all his life. “I’m not.”

Needless to say, the next time Louis found himself staring awkwardly back at Harry Styles, it was not because of their impending threesome. It was because said third in their impending threesome had just uttered his soulmark.

— Or, there were a multitude of awkward ways to meet one’s soulmate. They could say your mark from the urinal next to you mid-wee at a funeral, or sneaking out of your flatmate’s bedroom after a one night stand, or trying to upsell the newest state-of-the-art dildo in their family-owned sex shop.

Still, Louis was pretty sure his version was the one that took the cake.

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[lavellenchanted]

How about Bridgerton + “still waters run deep” for the fic summary game?

When someone discovers that Penelope is infamous gossip columnist Lady Whistledown, her life changes overnight. Instead of writing the story, she is the story - reporters are camped out on her doorstep, she's trending on social media, she can't even go out to get groceries without her photo being taken.

Desperate to escape London and lie low for a while, she turns to her best friend Eloise, who gives her the keys and security codes for the Bridgertons' holiday house up in the Scottish highlands - a house that has acres of isolated grounds and is a long drive from even the nearest village.

But when Penelope gets there, she finds it's already occupied by Eloise's brother and her long-time crush, Colin, who told his family he was jetsetting round the world while he's actually sequestered himself away to figure out what the hell he wants to do with his life.

Penelope's arrival is a welcome distraction from that dilemma, but as he spends time with her he starts to realise there's more to his little sister's best friend than he ever knew - and that maybe they're both exactly what the other needs.

send me title and a fandom/ship and I'll write you a fake fic summary

#thanks lovely! #I did have a darker idea with freddie/edwina where she's a rusalka type spirit and he's trying to figure out what happened to her #but in honour of the s3 trailer #have some #polin #bridgerton #fake fic meme

[thesokovianaccords]

Fake Title: Work In Progress

After her dramatic breakup with Fred three days before their wedding, Peggy grabbed the first open flat she could find. She had imposed on Natasha's hospitality for long enough, and even though the housing market in London was horrendous, she managed to snag a room in a lovely fourth floor loft flat six minutes from the Tube.

There was never a dull moment to be found in Flat 4b - the ongoing rivalry between James (Barnes) and James (Rhodes) over their names, the will they-won't they of James (Barnes) and his handsome Air Force co-worker Sam (he of the perfect gumbo and even more perfect arms), the ongoing saga of Steve's creative block and its many foibles, James' (Rhodes) uber-wealthy friend and his long-suffering PA. Peggy was pulled into a whirlwind when she signed the lease, but she enjoyed every moment of the ride - her life with Fred had been so frightfully dull, and she secretly craved a bit of the chaos that seemed to always follow her flatmates around.

She also (not-so) secretly craved something else too. Or rather, someone else. Her partner in crime in their ongoing war with the landlord, her late-night stress baking buddy (insomnia loves company, after all), her go-to concert date, and her nonstop support as she fought her way through her highly classified job. Peggy collected all these little moments with Steve - unconsciously at first. Until one day, she looked at him and realised he was everything she had been looking for.

But that was complicated, wasn't it? She couldn't risk her little corner of imperfect paradise, but she also couldn't stop thinking about abandoning all reason and dragging him through her bedroom door.

What was a girl to do when everything she wanted most was right across the hall?

[fake fic meme]

#ummmm have a new girl AU I guess lol #steggy #fake fic meme #I've been trying to come up with a new girl au for YEARS thank you for enabling me #captainjimothycarter

[miamierre]

You fit me better than my favourite sweater + piarles

"When is the food getting here?" Charles' voice is muffled in the pillow when he tilts a little to ask, sheets barely covering his naked body. The sweat on him has started to really dry off, now: truth be told, Pierre thinks they'd ordered dinner too soon, the appeal of the light's reflection on Charles' glistening back spurring him into another, more fervent round of brain-melting sex. But Charles had mumbled something about pizza, of all things--pizza!--and because he can never say no, Postmates had been whipped out. It's where they are now: Pierre half-staring at the out for delivery notification on his phone, half-watching Charles gaze back at him from where he's mashed against the pillow. "Soon, calamar?"

"Soon," Pierre echoes, and Charles sighs, pleased.

"Good," he says softly. "I am so hungry, Pierrot, I'm going to eat my arm." With a huff, he rolls onto his side, eyes still lingering on Pierre. "You will tell me when they get here so I can grab it, non?"

"Charlo," Pierre murmurs, reaching over to trace a gentle finger over his shoulder, "you really can't wait for them to just--ring the doorbell?"

Charles shakes his head, hair flopping a little. Pierre wants to ruffle it. "C'mon, Pear, we've been in bed all day, I could just--" but the doorbell rings, cutting him off, and his face lights up in a grin. "Would you look at that. Let me just--" he hops up off the bed, leans down so Pierre gets a perfect look at his freckled back, muscles rippling as he grabs for some kind of clothing to answer the door with.

What he comes up with, of course, is the closest item of discarded clothing: the blue sweater from his AlphaTauri line and what definitely looks like Pierre's boxers. When Charles scoots to the edge of the bed to step into them, Pierre grunts. "Really?"

Charles turns his head and smirks devilishly, shaking his ass a little as he pads towards the bedroom door. "Like this isn't going to turn you on."

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#10 x 16 #fic #fake fic meme #ask reply #Anonymous

[mercurygray]

[gosh I hope I'm doing this meme right] for "on some scarred slope of battered hill" - if anyone was going to be able to carry off a WW1 au for TDS, it was obviously going to be you! I definitely enjoyed thinking about Joan's past as a horse girl even as she's in the middle of the infantry, but Marj's sort of - struggle, I guess, to reconcile what she knows ought to be green and growing farmland - like her home - with the barren and alien front really struck home for me.

Aw, thank you! I initially thought that doing the Girl Gang as front-line anything was going to be a little hard, but I'm happy with the way it turned out, and a little dirt never hurt anyone. I'm really proud of the way that scene at the paddock turned out - all that physical texture was fun and it was a nice way to explore Joan's backstory. (And lots of longing glances. You know me. Love a good longing glance. And a mythology reference. I don't know why 1918 Dick is always a poetic man but he is. I don't make the rules.)

I enjoy writing Marj's struggles because it's an excuse for more people to hug her. I cannot tell a lie.

[send a title and a review of a fake fic I didn't write, and I'll tell you about writing it.]

#this was far more fun than should be legal #asked and answered #fake fic meme #tortoisesshells

[tanked-up]

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“Friends with benefits”

#oblivious idiots #perfect fic idea: friends with benefits #can totally see it #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fake image #fake text #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon riley #cod meme #incorrect cod quotes

[soybean-official]

Listen i love the Dadgil fluff as much as the next guy but let's be real here neither Dante nor Vergil are even remotely suitable to take care of a small child

#devil may cry #devil may cry meme #devil may cry fanart #dmc fanart #dmc meme #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc vergil #devil may cry nero #devil may cry dante #devil may cry vergil #yeah i'm sick of character tags #dante sparda #whatever #beanie art #it's fairly common but yes this is au where somehow vergil does not go to hell #and instead raises nero with dante #i've seen some really good fics about it #go read fathers may cry by like nightwingingit? i think? on ao3 if you havent #dont remember the authors name off the top of my head i'm a fake fan #same goes with thewritingsquids series #and that one fic ghirahimu sama wrote that personally rewrote my brain chemstry #verbena or asparagus i cant remember which one is second #i cant remember any others right now but those 3 are really long #i'll actually do the smart thing right now and go to sleep instead of fervently reccing fics that made me go insane #dmc

[tourettesdog]

A lil meme based on a Batpham server conversation lmao

#dpxdc #dpxdc art #dead on main #dead on main ship #batpham #the duck candle is from the If You Give a Bat a Burger fic #but this art and scenario is not #dogart #in universe memes #fake tweets

[azne09]

(Another) Movie Poster

House of Wax fic edition

Like- just- hear me out- the Pygmalion myth with the sculptor who falls in love with his statue but like a twisted retelling version with Vincent

Also because I remembered studying Urs Fischer's was statue in Art History class during highschool and my brain has just been rotting. I need to rewatch the movie now.

#house of wax #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfiction #fake movie poster #slasher memes #slasher fandom #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax bo #i just love making movie posters out of fic ideas #i love dem wax boys #the 2000s vibe of the movie is comforting

[fake-destiel-news]

They just released two of the songs already!!!

I love the new version of What’s this with Johnathan Groff but If I could be with you is sooo cute🥺

This makes me want to get on a plane and fly 16 hours to see it and it’s not even out yet

#nightmare before christmas #jack skellington #halloween #musical theatre #musicals #Broadway #fake-destiel-news #destiel meme #look at this meme! there’s not even the -stiel part of Destiel! it’s Deck. or Skellindean. Jackchester. #im sure if I go on ao3 there will be 20 fics with this ship at least. if not I’ll be disappointed. #consider this my Halloween special #news #meme #unreality #Truth: they’re not making a musical but they SHOULD #i mean it’s already a musical but I want two people in black clothing holding a Zero puppet is that too much to ask

[missmagooglie]

🍼 im dying to read more of therapy baby plsss

It's Buck's first time taking Danny to the pediatrician, and Abuela just broke her hip so Christopher is tagging along...

Eddie smiles at him, then glances between Buck and the receptionist. “And you checked it’s ok for Chris to be here for Danny’s appointment?” “Oh, it’s no problem at all!” the receptionist answers cheerfully for him. “Most of our families bring siblings along rather than arranging separate childcare. I was just telling your husband about our family scheduling options, which is great for checkups and if they ever get sick at the same time. Some of those germs kids pick up at school will run straight through a household, you know?” Eddie’s eyes go wide at the words “siblings” and “husband”, clearly also belatedly remembering that he had passed Danny off as his “partner’s” kid when he arranged the appointment. “Right,”  he says stiffly. “That’s, uh, good for us to keep in mind. Thanks.”  He turns his attention back to Buck and, looking slightly uneasy, says, “I’ll just, uh, see you at… home, I guess?” “Uh huh,” Buck replies, trying his best to smile naturally. “Have a good shift, um, honey.”

🍼Therapy Baby Fic Tag

#fic: therapy baby #Eddie (earlier): it's not like we're gonna have to fake being a couple at the pediatrician's office! #Buck (now): ....... #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buddie #911 abc #buddie fic #911 fic #make me write meme

[lavellenchanted]

Oh, for the fic ask: Japril+ The head that wears the crown, please?

It's been drilled into Jackson since he was a kid that he has to be careful never to bring his grandfather's business into disrepute as he'll one day be running it . . . but Jackson also chafes against the idea of taking over, and has spent most of his teenage years and twenties finding ever new and scandalous ways to frustrate his grandfather.

But when Harper Avery manages to out-scandal him and gets removed by the board in a hostile takeover, Jackson finds himself in the precarious position of having to deal with the fallout while facing opposition because of his own fairly tarnished reputation.

His mother comes up with a solution: Jackson's known in the press as a party boy and a womaniser, so to start changing the way he's viwed they need to make it look like he's in a steady relationship with a nice girl from a good family. And fortunately for Jackson, Catherine has a young protegee who's just perfect for the role.

Enter April Kepner. She's uptight, neurotic and very clearly disapproves of the life Jackson's been living . . . but she's also fierce and intelligent and when he's with her Jackson starts to think that maybe he actually can take over the foundation and make it something better than it's ever been.

And the more time she spends with Jackson, the more April's starting to realise that Jackson's actually nothing like she thought, and might just be everything she ever wanted. Too bad their relationship's completely fake.

send me a title and a fandom/ship and I'll write a summary of a fake fic

#thank youuuu #have a little fake dating rom com #japril #fake fic meme

[thesokovianaccords]

Fake fic titles! Running on Empty and/or A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White and/or Our Sunlit Days

Running on Empty

Meddling siblings were actually going to be the death of them both. Because Kate and Anthony were liable to kill each other before the end of this.

It all started innocently enough - Edwina and Eloise had been flatmates for the past two years, and Kate and Anthony had traded off being their drivers to and from uni for years. But in a (completely unforeseen) turn of events, the two girls had "not coordinated ahead of time, we're so sorry, how embarrassing" and the four of them were off on the world's most awkward road trip.

Until the car broke down on the way back to London, and Kate and Anthony were forced to share the last room at a small hotel until the mechanic could sort them out. Which meant a night spent in far too close proximity - a night with wine, and only one bed, and a series of moments that neither of them could take back.

A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White

It becomes a bit of a refrain for Steve and Peggy over the years. They often end up reuniting in France. Accidentally. It's missions in Paris and reconnaissance in the mountains and high-level meetings in Marseille and, once, a free holiday in Nice. (The less said about their time at Cannes, the better).

So it becomes their thing, whenever they cross paths in France. It's a prompt for date night, it's a code to ensure they're both safe and well, it's a touchpoint while one or both are undercover. It's a chance to explore, to try something new. To return to the same page.

When Steve first returns, when he knocks on Peggy's door with just the nanosuit on his back, he brings her two bottles of wine - one red, and one white. Back on the same page once more.

Our Sunlit Days

There are no rules during a heatwave.

Popsicles can be a breakfast, fans can run all hours despite the electric bill, and one can take leave of their senses and be reckless. What happens in a heatwave stays in a heatwave.

These are the things Steve tells himself as he watches his roommate walk around in increasingly shorter shorts and cropped tops.

He's doing his best to behave, honestly. He's been keeping a minimum safe distance, he's been encouraging Peggy to hydrate, he's been religiously adhering to the sunscreen reminder alarms on his phone. Because first and foremost, he and Peggy are friends, and it's a friendship that has saved him again and again. He never wants to jeopardise what they have together, now, always.

But as the unrelenting sun cooks their tiny apartment, he daydreams, to distract himself from the heat. And sometimes, he catches Peggy watching him too - as he mops the sweat from his brow, as he fixes their rickety fan, as he gives up on anything beyond the most essential layers. Her gaze is hotter than the summer sun, but unlike the UV rays, he likes the burn of wanting her. And maybe, just maybe, her wanting him too.

There are no rules during a heatwave. Right?

[fake fic meme]

#theawkwardterrier #sorryyyyy this took so long but these were all excellent #hope they're not too out there hahahaha #fake fic meme #kathony #kanthony #steggy

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

if the diabolik lovers characters discovered AO3

i saw this for a couple other series on tiktok and wanted to make my own for DL. yes there's references to a couple fics i wrote bc i can.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fake tweets #diabolik lovers memes #diabolik lovers edits #shuuma #reijiruki #subakou #ayayui #azunato #i think i'm funny personally #yes obv i had to reference the piss fics

[onmyo-jin]

For the fic meme: Pangzi & Hei Xiazi, pirate AU. Gen or romantic, idc. Will love you forever if you give one of them an (unnecessary) eyepatch :D (or if you don't feel like writing these two, then maybe some heihua?)

"Captain?"

"Wang Pangzi, my best First mate, what brings you here this fine evening?" The evening wasn't particularly fine, though the storm that has buffetted their sails all morning had finally passed over them. Wang Pangzi was of course not just the best, but also Captein Hei Xiazi's only first mate, though Pangzi wasn't about to point that out. The captain might get ideas, and appoint a Second First Mate or something equally daft.

Captain Hei Xiazi lowered the spy-glass from his one good eye, and faced Pangzi. Pangzi knew this was just the captain being polite, because with one eye he really only needed... hang on.

The Blind Captain was feared across the seven seas, though the name wasn't quite correct. He still had one good eye, having lost the other in some way. Depending on who told the story he'd lost that eye to a giant be-tentacled sea monster (according to the captain himself). Ship rumours had it he'd lost the eye when he won his famous sea battle, his one ship the Flower of the Sea versus one ship or possibly one whole fleet of the East India Trading company. The ladies in their various ports swore he'd lost the eye in a duel for his true love (though this lover's identity was unknown). Wang Pangzi personally suspected the Captain may have been born with a bad eye, because he never seemed to have had any other name than 'Hei Xiazi'. That's what Pangzi had thought up until some moments ago.

"Captain, wasn't your bad eye your left?" The question escaped him before he could think better of it. In the blood-red light of the post-storm sun Captain Xiazi blinked twice in confusion (with his left, apparently functional??, eye). Then he grinned his most worrying grin: the one that spelled bad news, the one that made ships surrender as soon as they saw the feared Blind Captain. The one that had graced his face that morning, as he'd sailed them into that blasted storm, because the Captain had pronounced the weather 'not hardly that bad, Pang-ye, don't fret so much'.

"Aye, so it is!" His captain answers, like Pangzi has asked if it's sunset. Then Hei Xiazi takes off his hat, rearranges his eye patch from his right eye (also functional??) to his left, puts his hat back on, and turns back to watching the sea. "What did you need me for?"

If his captain wishes to act like nothing happened, then who is Pangzi to argue? He'd like to keep his skin in one piece, thanks. "Err, I came to relieve you Captain- Cook says assumin' no more storms surprise her dinner'll be ready soon."

"Great!" The captain pronounced, and passed his spy glass to Pangzi, and with it the shift. Pangzi quickly snuck a look through the glass, but all seemed perfectly ordinary. "All this sea-staring makes a man hungry, huh?"

Pangzi couldn't help but wonder if that sea-staring might not be less hungry work without the eye-patch, but he's not fool enough to voice that to his captain.

Thank you for the request! I have not yet received any heihua requests so I may take you up on the second part as well 🌸 but I'll get some other requests filled first for now^^

Send me an ask with a pairing and an AU and I'll write you a ficlet!

#fake eye patch was too funny an idea not to use #dmbj #tlt #au fic meme #pirate au #wang pangzi #hei xiazi #still taking requests! #who's to say hxz hasnt been a pirate in his life #he would totally wear an eyepatch and switch it around to confuse people #just because he can

[myalchod]

For the three sentence fic... Silrah + fake dating/marriage pretty please 💜

Well ... I was going to write just the one, but I can't pick between them, so have a stab at each? 💙 It was so tempting to write one of these as a canon AU but I felt like that would have been cheating. 😂

Fake Dating:

She knows she gives herself away as soon as the familiar manse looms into view, though she’s pretty sure Saul would have known even absent the reflexive tightening of her fingers on his arm with how long they’ve been friends, even if he gives no sign of the pain he must feel at her death-grip, just shifting so his shoulder knocks companionably against hers in silent acknowledgement and sympathy; when she loosens her hand once more he slips his arm free, and she thinks he’ll move away but he only slides it around her waist instead, palm curving warm and solid and reassuring over her hip, and her startle this time has nothing to do with memories of a life she’d gladly walked away from suddenly slamming into her with the weight of all of her years away.

“Alright?” he murmurs, voice near as warm as his touch, and some of the tension ratcheting through her eases as she is reminded of why she’d asked him to come with her, the easy comfort of his presence steadying her in a way no one else can — why, in a moment she does and does not regret already, she’d added and could you pretend to be my boyfriend?, when it meant he could not only accompany her for what promises to be an excruciating family reunion but stay close, just like this, through all that she knows awaits her.

There’s a world she’s not ready to face again behind that imposing front door, but she’s got him at her side, and they’re armed with a pretence she hopes will prevent at least some of the questions she wants to avoid, and so the smile she offers him is less forced than fond; with that, surely she can weather anything the day throws at her, and so she just threads her fingers into his belt loop and leans closer still to murmur an affirmative as they start up the stairs.

Fake Marriage:

“I don’t believe you,” he persists, and Farah rolls her eyes, surreptitiously searching for an exit as she does so; inconsiderately, none appears, and she damns again the distraction that left her backed into a literal corner by a man just drunk enough to belligerently call out the ring she wears to fend off most would-be partners when she just wants a relatively quiet night of drinking — a ring that has done her more harm than good this evening, when it’s been the cause of what is shaping up to be an ugly altercation.

A hand settles on his shoulder; a face dimly familiar looms in shadow behind him, and her frown clearly telegraphs enough because he turns, ready to protest further, only to be pushed out of the way. “Farah, love,” her unexpected saviour says as he extends his other hand her way, and she’s suddenly more grateful for the support of the wall at her back than his intervention as she recognises dark hair and pale eyes and that self-deprecating smile, properly registers the even more familiar voice, and a past long dead floods back, “I wondered where you’d gotten to.”

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#farah dowling #saul silva #silrah #farah dowling x saul silva #fate the winx saga #au: modern #au: fake dating #au: fake marriage #charis writes #three sentence fic meme #fanfiction #asked and answered #yet again absolutely spiralling from each of these snips #why does my brain do this? #also: petty annoyance of the day: why does tumblr not support horizontal rule code? #i just wanted a pretty break between them #we now return to your regularly scheduled whatever