#send me a made up fic title

[keithisbae1]

Noted With Thanks

He doesn't get her.

The way she was giggling at his lame pick up lines. He had better. The fact she accepted his rose, didn't he give her one like that yesterday only for her to throw it in the trash?

And how she was giggling acting all flustered and blushing. She wasn't really taking an interest in him, was she?

"What makes him so special?" Itachi and Shisui stopped mid conversation following his gaze. Ah so that was what was making the youngest Uchiha pissed. 

The new doctor taking his teammate out. Apparently he was quite the flirt like Sasuke, no wonder he seemed so annoyed.

Well it may be a date, it may not be.

It wasn't any of their business.

"Maybe he flirts better than you?" Shisui shrugged with a smug smile enjoying his torment. "And who knows, he might actually be interested in her."

This caused Sasuke to glare at the man, they knew how serious he was about her.

So it was okay for this guy to flirt around and he can get a date. But if he does it, he gets a punch to the face? How unfair was that?

"You should ask him how he does it, then who knows you might actually get somewhere with Sakura." Itachi scolded Shisui because knowing his brother, he might actually do that.

And sure enough he did, as Shisui found a little note thanking him for the idea.

This wasn't the first time Shisui gave a dumb idea to Sasuke (without meaning to) nor would it be the last.

And as for the plan succeeding... let's not go there.

[marc-spectorr]

For the fic prompt thingy!

Te necesito, por favor (I need you please)

Was thinking of Jake first but then I was like OH WAIT Santi! Lol So whichever you want 😁

ooKAY IM GONNA GIVE THIS TO SANTI LOL

for this, i’d write a very needy santi. he had a bad day and coming home, he’s desperate for your touch. he wants you to make him forget— to relieve him of his stress. he needs you to make him feel good for once, and you’re more than willing to give him just that.

- ☾-

“Baby—”

Santi doesn’t allow you the chance to speak. He’s quick to silence you with his mouth, kissing you heatedly with his teeth and tongue before more words could slip past your lips. 

He moves as if he fears that he may never get to do this again. As if by tomorrow, everything he knew and loved would be taken away. That this dream of a life he has, this lovely home he’d built with you, would cease to exist.

You need to convince Santi that would never happen. The same way he needs you to prove to him that you’re there to forever remain. 

“Te necesito, por favor,” Santi mumbles through your skin, his calloused hands exploring every curve and edge of your body. Lust-blown eyes then flicker upwards to meet yours. “Please...”

Shallow breaths mingle together as one. Surely, you could never deny Santi of such. No sane person would. 

“I’m here, Santi,” you promise, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Always.”

[phebess]

oooh oooh okay i listened to a song that reminded me of carlando and would be a good fic title gimme a sec to find it; okay its "you get me so high" 🥰

Ooooh ok ok yes cw: drugs

i would def write carlando getting stoned for the first time together and maybe not sleeping together but more lazy making out because it just feels nice, and they'd wake up the next morning feeling well rested and warm and comfortable in each other's arms

[brettsey-two-tts]

Title "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you"

Ship: Brettsey

(this is before they start dating)

Sylvie can tell Matt has been off lately. He's come to shift with tiredness in his eyes and his shoulders a little more tense than usual. She's watched him get ready in the locker room and noticed his sluggishness. It happens once. On the second time, she worries. When she asks if he's okay, he nods and smiles and thanks her for the check-up, but she can tell he's not one-hundred percent, even though he says he is.

He has a rough time during shift; Boden tells him the Brass are keeping a close eye on him for some stunt he pulled during the previous shift (a stunt he needed to do to save a child's life). He suffers a burn on his cheek from one of the calls and takes care of it himself. He narrowly saved a woman's life from a burning building only to be berated by her presumed husband afterward. The coffee maker breaks and his rig inspection doesn't go well.

Sylvie notices that he's too tired to fight back. He doesn't complain when the coffee Cruz buys from the nearest cafe is cold, nor does he tell off the husband that blamed him for his wife's trip to the hospital after the previous fire.

She saw Matt nod and walk away. She saw him ignore the husband completely and walk over to his crew to talk clean up. He doesn't roll his eyes at the news about the Brass or complain about the poor state of his rig in regards to the shift prior.

For Sylvie, the final straw was when she walked into the locker room one morning and saw Matt sitting in front of his locker with his favorite leather duffle bag in his arms. She says good morning to him and he says it back, albeit more lackluster than usual. Not a good sign. She follows his gaze and sees the strap on his favorite duffle separated from the bag itself. The stitching must've finally given away.

It was the fourth shift of Matt taking blow after blow, after blow, seemingly without an ounce of fight left. Sylvie doesn't have a chance to ask him if everything's okay because the bells go off a second later. He hurries to his quarters and deposits his duffle there, and then runs out towards the app floor. She stares at Matt's quarters for a second before she realizes they probably have a sewing kit in the laundry room.

When Matt returns from the call and his shoulders sag in defeat when he realizes he'll have to deal with the broken strap. He knows they keep a sewing kit in the laundry room, so he picks up his duffle bag to inspect the break only to be incredibly surprised that it was already sewn up. It looks professional almost; it's reinforced and double-stitched, and not just the side that broke but the other side as well. He looks around him and into the bunkroom but doesn't see anyone. He's not sure who did it but he smiles nonetheless.

When he goes into the common room, the coffee maker is fixed (or maybe new, he can't tell). When he tries to grab a mug, Stella calls him over and says someone already got him a cup. Matt furrows his brows at the steamy mug and carefully picks it up. He thanks Stella but she knowingly smirks and replies that it wasn't her. She leaves to go inspect the rig and doesn't say anything further. Matt smiles at the cup in his hand and notices it tastes exactly how he likes it (he usually sneaks in half a packet of brown sugar depending on the blend). But he wonders who made it for him because he doesn't think he ever told anyone.

When he returns to his quarters from the bathroom, ready to pack his things and leave the firehouse, he notices a plate of brownies on his desk. He looks around but the firehouse is practically empty, aside from a few people from the next shift. There's saran wrap around the plate and a little note placed on top.

They're not Cindy's but I think they're pretty good. I hope you have a great weekend, Matt.

He laughs at the card and smiles at the plate of brownies. He doesn't remember anyone eating brownies in the common room so he's unsure where they came from.

When he arrives at Molly's later that night, he's surprised to see Stella hand him a beer without him needing to ask. She tells him it was already paid for (and not by her). When he asks who did, Stella shrugs and smirks. Matt knows she knows but doesn't want to tell him. He looks over at Severide and see's him smirking as well. He's about to point a finger at his best friend but Severide shakes his head. It wasn't him either. Matt is more confused than ever.

It's getting late and Matt is almost ready to head out of Molly's when he feels someone brush against his right side and occupies the stool next to him.

"So, how were the brownies? Better than Cindy's, maybe?"

His eyes light up at the question. When he turns his head, he's surprised to see Sylvie's infectious smile. There's a noticeable twinkle in her eyes and he's not sure if it's the fairy lights. Her hair is in a small bun with some curled strands coming loose, and he thinks she looks absolutely, and effortlessly, gorgeous

Sylvie reiterates with a small frown. "Okay, let's be honest. Nothing beats Cindy's baking."

Matt is beaming at her when he replies, "I thought they were really good - better than Cindy's, in fact."

She narrows her eyes at him and smiles as well because all she wanted was to see him happy and she's glad she was the reason for it, no matter how small it was. "Are you saying that to make me feel better?"

He shakes his head. "They were really good, Sylvie. Thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve them."

She tells him how she's noticed him down in the dumps lately and she wanted to see him smile again. He's taken aback by her honesty and is somewhat confused; he hasn't really noticed how sad he's looked for the past couple of weeks. Sylvie has always been an empath though.

He learns that she was the one that fixed the strap on his duffle and got him coffee. When he asks her about the half packet of brown sugar he sneaks in, she laughs and replies that she's known about it for a while. She goes into detail about how one of Capp's blends forced him to sneak in some creamer. She then tells him how she had to look up certain stitching for leather straps when she fixed his duffle.

His lips part and his mouth gaps. He's completely lost for words at the great lengths the woman went to for him. When he tells her she didn't have to do all of it for him, she shakes her head and says, "You deserve the happiness, Matt."

His smile widens, sincere and genuine, and it spreads to his eyes. There's a warmth in his chest and it's familiar - he's only ever attributed it to a feeling he's had with Hallie and Gabby. His gut is telling him to kiss her, as it did many times before when it was just the two of them, but he can't - he doesn't know if she feels the same way. His eyes flicker to her lips before he can stop himself.

"Thank you, Sylvie," he replies softly.

The softness in his voice sends her stomach into a fluttering mess. The softened expression in his blue eyes is what pushes her over the edge and she knows she has to step away before she decides to take the plunge and kiss him. She ends up giving his forearm a comforting squeeze before she sends him a heartwarming grin. She slips off the stool and Matt's eyes follow her, almost longingly.

(Stella and Severide watched the whole exchange and are baffled that the two blondes are still not together. Mouch and Herrmann were at the other end of the bar and also watched the whole exchange. All four of them shake their heads collectively at the two.)

[kithtaehyung]

fic titles: “hell/heaven” and “say what’s on your mind” :D

NARY WITH THE DOUBLE DUTCH

title: hell/heaven pairing: cfo!taehyung x dancer!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut summary: nights at the club were starting to bore you. none of the faces you saw shift after shift affected you anymore, no matter how much money lined their pockets. but your reprieve arrived in the form of a man that never sat anywhere close to you, but wouldn't have his eyes on anyone else.

-

title: say what's on your mind pairing: bartender!yoongi x reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut summary: after you found your partner occupying your bed with someone else, you decided to go on a nightly tour of all the bars in town. at each one, you would order the same drink and ignore every attempt at conversation... until a bartender silently stood in front of you long enough to get your attention.

-

THANK YOU, LOVE

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

If ur still doing the made up fic titles! Maybe "A Rabbit Reborn?"

(It's all I could think of,, I can barely title my own fics let alone a fictional one ahfjsjfjsjfjsjfj)

After the fire at the attraction, Spring Bonnie suddenly awakens in what’s left of it—alone, without William Afton there to control the suit.

Unaware of where Afton could possibly be, or the massive time difference, the rabbit wanders, while trying to recollect themself.

Spring Bonnie stumbles across two familiar people that they’d last seen at Fredbear’s Diner—and chooses to assist in a plan that’s being made.

OR: A sentient Spring Bonnie fic, where they and Afton are no longer in the same suit (with Afton becoming more of the Scrap design), and while struggling with the past, stumbles across Henry (and Michael).

Wanting to assist, Spring Bonnie chooses to help Henry with his plan involving the pizzeria and the souls.

[skloomdumpster]

imaginary fic title: with unanswered prayers 🤷🏻‍♀️

With Unanswered Prayers. Five times the fate characters got down in their knees to beg the universe for a miracle. Five times they weren't answered and one time it was.

[cannibalizedyke]

Another fic title because I'm obsessed now

Thinking Of You

hehehe hm,, remus lupin sees you in a bookstore and can’t stop thinking about you, so he starts going there daily on the off-chance he’ll see you again. it’s been a week and he’s about to give up when he notices you wandering by the fantasy section and practically runs over to awkwardly ask for your number <33

[grasslandgirl]

when i finish slasher follow ups itll be OVERRR for all of you (and by all of you i mean the like five people that read it)

[browniesarethebest]

more made up fic titles haha… maybe for dc?

that i should be a living sacrifice

I'm gonna have to steal one of these made up titles at some point because all of these have been really good! I technically did a made up fic about Dick's trauma, but I think this one would focus specifically on his trauma with Forever Evil and Spyral and how it was never really addressed. He's drowning from the trauma of dying but believing that it "doesn't count" and his family being pissed at him for "faking his death" even though Bruce was the one who forced him to do that. He spirals (I was gonna say no pun intended but this is Dick Grayson so pun fully intended) and is basically ready to give up (because who even wants him around?). Damian is the one to find him and there's a lot of angst that ends with the Batfamily finding out about Dick actually dying and Bruce forcing him to fake his death. There's even more angst but Dick eventually deals with his trauma.

[onewingedsparrow]

Also for the fic title ask:

“Under the Paris Sky …or not.” (Miraculous)

Under intense pressure, Cosmobug and Astrocat use the Horse Miraculous to warp to an akuma quicker; but something goes wrong, and they end up teleporting into an alternate Paris where ordinary things are slightly off...just enough to be uncanny—gravity and oxygen included. It's a good thing they're powered up to fly, because getting out of this strange reality and back into Normal might take as much work as a NASA space mission.

[keithisbae1]

Till The End With You

“Uwaa Papa’s back, Papa’s back!” Sarada jumped from her seat running towards the front door before Sakura could get a hold of her to stop the little girl. Considering her hands were full with the other little bundle in her arms waking up at the noise. Or maybe he wanted to see Papa too like Sarada.

“Ah Sarada, what have I told you about running inside the house.” Especially as Sasuke hadn’t even set foot inside yet. She could hear the little squeal and her husband telling their daughter to be more careful but his voice was full of tenderness.

“I’m home,” Sasuke came through the living room with a small Sarada clinging to his leg grinning away.

“Welcome home.”

“Ah,” the two were then interrupted by a cry of their youngest as Sachihiro’s small hands reached out to Sasuke wanting his attention. “I’ll take him.”

“But you just got back.”

“I need to do my part in parenting too,” Sakura let out a small grateful smile as Sasuke beckoned Sarada to follow after him so he could tell her all his stories whilst he was travelling.

She adored her little family. 

It seemed tonight they would all be sharing a bed as Sarada stated, since Papa was back this was his way of making it up to them. The two didn’t mind and it wasn’t long before Sarada fell asleep, her arm protecting Sachihiro. They let out little sighs and snores. 

“They really missed you dear.”

“Ah,” he nodded thinking. Was this really their best option? “Do you regret anything?” His question took her off guard as to what he was implying.

“Regret what?”

“Living here, staying here with me… it might be easier to raise them in Konoha.” That way they would have plenty of people to keep an eye on them and babysit. And whilst that may be true she thought of her children first. This village was safe and small and easy for Sasuke to get to and back.

If they lived here instead of in Konoha, he could help raise and watch their children grow. What was there to regret?

“Of course not, I mean these two are a handful but if living here means they get to be with you. Then I couldn’t be happier.” And me as well, were words left unsaid but her husband knew. Besides, it wasn’t as though they never visited Konoha. They just had to be careful.

Sakura reached out her hand to take Sasuke’s.

“As long as we’re with you, that’s all that matters right?” Sarada let out another snore before turning, her little hand whacking against Sasuke's cheek in the process making Sakura giggle.

Almost as if she knew they were talking.

“We’ll stay with you till the end.” 

[marc-spectorr]

for the fic title game: Sorry I Can't Give You The Moon

ahhh idk why im in such an angsty mood today LOL

okay maybe for this one, you and marc have a friends with benefits relationship. strictly sex with no strings attached. but eventually, you develop feelings for him. you start spending more time together, doing regular couple things like going out to dinner, holding hands, and leaving a toothbrush at each other's place. you think he feels the same way, so you decide it's time to tell him the truth. unfortunately, you weren't expecting the heartbreak that would follow instead…

- ☾-

You've never heard silence this loud before.

It's deafening.

You loathe it.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Marc intones, unable to meet your gaze. "I can't give you what you want. I didn't mean to lead you on—"

An incredulous huff cuts him off. "Lead me on? That's bullshit, Marc, and you know it. Look me in the eye and tell me that you never felt like there could be something more between us."

Marc doesn't make a move. He hangs his head low, almost ashamed.

Your heart is crushed under the heavy weight of his silence.

"It's complicated," he says, almost strained. "Everything about me is more complicated than you realize, and I'm not going to drag you into my mess of a life."

You release a breath when Marc steps forward, his hands holding onto your shoulders. He finally looks at you, and you swear you've never seen him so devastated.

"I'm not the man you think I am. Believe me, you make me happy. The happiest I've ever been, and I once thought it was impossible to feel like that again. But I should have ended things before I..."

Marc stops himself, swallowing thickly and shaking his head.

"Before you what?"

Again, his gaze falters back to the ground. "Doesn't matter. Whatever's between us, it needs to be over."

✨ send me a made-up fic title ✨

[phebess]

Also, I forgot. Made-up fic thingy: I can’t believe you’re my dad’s associate! *read it with Lando’ yelling voice*

Oh this would absolutely be a one night stand turned complicated.

Lando meets Carlos at a bar, Carlos is new to the city etc, they hit it off and go home together. Later that week, lando goes to drop something off at his dads office and walks in to see Carlos going through reports with his dad and just *dies*.

Lando bolts and Carlos catches up with him and pulls him into an empty office, and as soon as the door closes lando wails “I can’t be liege you’re my dad associate!”

[brettsey-two-tts]

Title: this is what I’ve dreamed of

Brettsey

Sylvie dreamt of it often after Matt left for Oregon; she dreamt of the day he came home, the day he picked her up and twirled her around. Those dreams became frequent as time went on. And in those dreams, there would only be one sentence that left his lips and he would say it right after he spun her around: "I'm home." She would wake up from the dream dazed and a little confused, and she would look around her room, expecting to see him, but as always, she'd end her search in a huff when she eventually realizes he was still in Oregon and his homecoming was far from becoming reality.

Those dreams slowed to a stop when they broke up.

The distance became too much and they were both self-sacrificing idiots. She wanted him to be able to live his life in Oregon - his new life, the life he introduced her to when she visited him for a couple of months. And he wanted her to be happy; he always hated how much their distance made her sad. He hated how he forced her into their situation, even when she told him he didn't force her into anything. He wanted her to live a happy life in Chicago because she deserved to be happy, and he knew he was hardly making her feel that way.

Their breakup was mutual, and they stayed in touch no matter how infrequent. They wouldn't FaceTime but they would regularly text. They were both in a group chat with their Firehouse 51 family, so there was no way they could simply forget about each other.

They both dated; Sylvie dated a carpenter that she met at a hardware store when she was trying to figure out how to fix her old kitchen cabinets, and Matt dated a doctor he frequently ran into at the Providence Medical Center. Even though they knew who the other was dating, as informed by Stella and Severide, they kept their conversations about what was going on in their lives. Sylvie told him about the progress she's had with Paramedicine and he told her about Griffin's acceptance into the Fire Academy. Both were equally happy, in their own lives and for each other.

One evening, Matt woke up to his phone going off. He always had it on silent except for certain people in the chance of it being an emergency. On that list were Christie, his niece Violet, Sylvie, and Severide. It took a few seconds for Matt to gain his bearings but once he realized why he was hearing his phone go off, he immediately grabbed it and answered.

"Don't freak out, okay?" Severide said as soon as he noticed the other end connected.

Matt rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "The fact that you had to tell me that is going to make me freak out anyway, Sev. What's going on? Everything okay?"

There was a pause and Matt could hear some muttering on the other end. He couldn't exactly make out the voices but he noticed they didn't belong to anyone he knew.

"Severide," Matt sternly grounded out.

Severide blew out a sigh, almost like he was really reluctant. "I didn't want to call you but you of all people deserve to know." Matt was confused by his best friend's words. "Sylvie is in the hospital."

Matt sat up straighter in his bed at the mention, now alert more than ever. "What?" he breathed out in disbelief. "How--What happened? Is she okay?"

There was another pause. "They have her in surgery right now and they're not telling us much."

Matt is already thinking about booking a flight to Chicago and finding someone to fill in for him. He was in the middle of figuring out how he was going to tell Griffin and Ben what happened when Severide continued.

"She and Violet were out on a separate call and when we got back to the firehouse, Kylie told us that Boden received a weird call from dispatch and then from Med. When she told us something happened to Brett, we rushed to Med."

Matt didn't want to ask but with a closed fist, he held his breath and asked what happened. Severide told him that they answered a call about someone in distress at a park. When they tried to help the man, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed Sylvie with it. Violet was focused on Sylvie and didn't realize the man ran off with their jump bags until it was too late. After the police got Violet's statement, they assumed that the man was desperate for drugs and was desperate enough to get first responders involved.

Matt took the earliest flight out of Chicago. Before he left, he woke up Ben and Griffin and told them what happened and was frantic when he gave them a list of names and numbers in case they needed something. Matt was surprised to hear that the two boys wanted to go with him until he remembered that they were almost as close to Sylvie as he was. Even after they broke up, Ben and Griffin still talked to Sylvie; they often asked her for advice or learned small skill sets from her like how to sew or how to get the mud out of their clothes. He wouldn't let them skip their classes and instead told them that he'd update them as often as he could.

When he touched down in Chicago, he immediately took a taxi to Med and called Severide to tell him that he was on his way. When he got there, Severide and Kidd were waiting for him. They greeted him with long and tight hugs, and as Matt asked about Sylvie, he held his breath. A million possibilities were racing in his head but he willed himself to be positive.

Stella's eyes started to well up and Severide wrapped his arm around his wife and squeezed her shoulder in an attempt to console her. The regretful look on Severide's face made Matt's heart drop and he immediately thought of the worst.

Stella let out a shaky breath and tried her best to hold her tears. "When Sylvie got stabbed, one of her arteries got hit and as a result, she lost a lot of blood. They rushed her here as fast as they could but she still lost a lot. They tried everything to stabilize her."

Matt seemingly froze and merely stared in disbelief. His ears filled with a ringing sound as he tried to process what Kidd was telling him. Words came and went and he only heard bits and pieces.

"She's in a coma."

Matt brought his hand to his forehead, still reeling from the news. He shut his eyes and tried to think positively - he tried to do what Sylvie would've done if she were dealt the same scenario. She always had a way of calming people down.

"They don't know when she's going to wake up."

As one of the doctors led him to her hospital room, it felt like he was moving on autopilot. He was still in shock of the news and couldn't focus on anything in front of him. He didn't pay attention to the doctors and nurses or any of the familiar faces that passed by him. It was only when he saw Will standing off to the side conversing with another doctor did he remember that he was in Chicago. He was back in Chicago. And the realization brought him back to one of the conversations he had with Sylvie a few months ago.

Sylvie had called Matt when her sink pipe started to leak. Since she was no longer dating that guy from the hardware store and she didn't want to bother a plumber with what could be a simple task, she opted to call Matt instead. It had been a long time since he heard her voice and he was so happy to hear it. With his help, Sylvie successfully fixed her sink, and the two couldn't find it in themselves to simply hang up, so they ended up chatting for almost two hours.

"Ben is excited to be going to college in LA. He can't stop talking about it," Matt told her.

Sylvie laughed. "I'm really proud of him. He's changed so much from when I first met him. I'm happy he's found something he's really passionate about."

Matt was proud of the youngest Darden, too. "Me, too. And he's really excited to be visiting Chicago during the holidays."

The thought made Sylvie wonder. "What's the first thing you're going to do when you move back to Chicago?"

"Probably go to Molly's."

Sylvie laughed. "I knew you'd say that."

"Will I see you there?"

It was an honest and innocent question.

"You will," she replied simply. "I'll even buy you a drink to celebrate."

Matt chuckled and couldn't stop his heart from fluttering. "I'll be looking forward to it."

"You know... I've dreamt of it."

"Of what?"

"The day you move back," she confessed. Matt felt his heart drop a little. He couldn't imagine what Sylvie was going through when he first moved. It was tough for both of them but he always felt bad for moving away after only very few months together. And even then, they had so much to look forward to, like their first holiday as a couple, their first Birthdays as a couple, and even their first vacation together. They had so much planned. "Everyone's really missed you, Matt. I can't wait until you come back home."

"I can't wait either."

Matt didn't pay attention to what the doctor said to him. All he could do was stare in disbelief at Sylvie in her hospital bed; she had wires coming out of her hospital gown and feeding into various machines that beeped far too loud for his liking. She had an IV drip and an oximeter, and her hair was a little longer than what he was used to but it wasn't curled nor was it styled like it usually was. She looked impossibly small and fragile, all of the things she was not.

With tears rolling down his cheeks, he swept some hair to the side and tucked it behind her ear, as he often did when they were together. He sat down beside her bed and carefully held her hand in his. He gently kissed the back of it before regretfully pressing his forehead against it.

He broke into a sob as he felt his heart truly break. "I'm home."

[kithtaehyung]

Curiosity Killed the Cat (hmm, I wonder who this is for? 👀) ✨

LOL HMM I WONDER

title: curiosity killed the cat pairing: civilian!yoongi x art thief!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst, smut summary: "don't! don't hurt him. he has nothing to do with this. he - fuck, i - he wasn't even supposed to be there." "well, neither were you, thief. i don't see how you have any room to negotiate."