#fake boyfriend

[ohmygraves]

ghost, but as your fake boyfriend.

you were panicking.

your mother had called earlier, asking if you could come home for a few days. apparently, your brother had returned from overseas, and she called to let you know that every single member of your family would be there. a small family reunion, if you will. of course, she expected you to show up too, perhaps bring that boyfriend of yours you always told them about.

which was a problem because one, you don't have a boyfriend, and two, you have lied to your family for years and now it's come to bite you in the ass.

you didn't even know why you did it in the first place. perhaps the constant pestering and questions about "when will you get married?" is starting to bother you, especially when it came from so many of your relatives, wondering if you'd settle down already instead of being out there in danger all the time. perhaps you just want them to leave you alone and stop worrying about your wellbeing. after all, you're an adult, and it's just annoying to hear the same thing over and over again every single time when you went home for christmas.

so, you created this narrative of a "boyfriend", who you'd talk about when your parents called. a boyfriend who is tall, handsome, and loves you for who you are. a boyfriend who you'd live with and maybe plan on marrying too in the future. a boyfriend that is so much of a textbook nice guy that your family would approve of even if it sounds too good to be true.

you're not sure who to ask. soap would be your best bet, but he would be away on a mission at that date. which was unfortunate, he seemed really excited to play fake boyfriend with you. gaz just ran out of leave for this month, so he's out too. price is too old, your family would question it.

that leaves just one person...

"lt, can you do me a favor? please, just this once."

ghost turned towards you, leaning back and letting you explain. you told him that you need him to be your fake boyfriend for a family event.

unsurprisingly, he was very quick to stand up and leave you alone, not wanting to deal with your bullshit. still, you catch up to him, trying to convince him with whatever it is you could offer.

after a few rounds of convincing, tailing him for three days and nights, constantly pestering him, and some offers of the finest whiskey and whatever he wanted, ghost finally relented. it didn't take long for the two of you to fly back to your hometown two days before the family reunion, the two of you taking a week of leave from the base with very little trouble. you assumed that ghost had something to do with it.

before you arrived, you had to give him a rundown on what to expect, what questions will be asked and how to answer them for it to make sense in the web of lies you've created. he was definitely not thrilled, telling you that he got this... whatever "this" was supposed to be. you were nervous, hoping that things will actually go well.

surprisingly, ghost did keep true to his words. walking into your childhood home, he held your waist, keeping you close to him, even would act nicer to your nosy relatives (which, of course, was not surprising when you feel his grip got tighter around you).

dinner was quite cozy, everyone seemed to enjoy his presence and kept asking you if you two will end up married. ghost said something vague that made you blush, and while it embarrassed you, it got everyone to stop talking about it.

when the crowd dissolved, you took ghost to go see your childhood bedroom, closing the door behind him as you thanked him for doing you a good favor, and that you won't forget all about this. you didn't even realize that he stepped closer to you, too absorbed in gushing how successful the night has been, pulling you close and planting a kiss on your lips. it shut you up.

"... did you just kissed me?"

"mmhm. i reckon i deserve at least that, huh love?"

"i suppose you do..."

he kissed you once more. well, at least you won't have to lie about your fake boyfriend anymore.

#this has been in the drafts for so long #i lost track of where this is supposed to go #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod headcanon #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost x reader #fake boyfriend

[girls-alias]

Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P4

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 4

Words: 1,361

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILER S1E12.

For @deans-spinster-witch

Part 3

I put his hand on my shoulder to keep his balance as I pulled the pants past his hips, as slowly and softly as possible. Making everything as comfortable and painless as possible. His butt was a noted attribute I now noticed. I stood and looked him in the eyes. We were so close, I just wanted to kiss him but knew I shouldn't it would be like taking advantage of him or would hurt him. Instead, I kissed his cheek and smiled. He instantly smiled back.

"Does that count as the one kiss you're hoping for?" I asked with a giggle. He just lightly shook his head as he continued to stare into my eyes and smile at me.

"How are you so good at being a nurse?" He asked softly.

"My parents were sick so I was in charge of looking after them when I was young," I shrugged with sad eyes. I sighed slightly at the thoughts. "Do you want a shirt on or do you think you'll get too hot?" I asked softly.

"I don't think you want a half-naked guy in the same bed as you," He commented diverting his eyes.

"You don't know what I want and I'll be half-naked too so I don't mind. Your comfort is more important than my preference." I replied stubbornly making Dean smile.

"I prefer it off," He specified making me smile. I get to share a bed with a shirtless Dean… Hells yeah!

"You clean your teeth and I'll get changed," I informed and his eyebrows instantly lifted at the mention of me getting changed, I laughed and rolled my eyes. I helped him to the sink, which he used to hold his weight. I took a few steps to the side where he couldn't see me through the mirror but I expected he would peek anyway. I got changed into his shirt, I hid my pained grunt by sucking air through my teeth. Moving around to put clothes on seemed to pull on my wounds but I ignored it.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked quickly, panic written across his tone. I chuckled lightly, ignoring the stinging along my entire back and spine.

"Yep," I sighed and tied my hair back into a messy bun. I looked over to see that Dean was cleaning his teeth and not peeking at all. I giggled slightly. "Hmm, I'm impressed. I expected you to be watching with popcorn," I joked making him chuckle before packing up.

"I'm going to keep you one day and then I'll have all the time in the world, I don't need to peek now." He smiled at me as he studied my face. I smiled at him before thinking.

"So, what do you think?" I asked gesturing to me wearing his shirt. His eyes closely surveyed my body.

"You're gorgeous." I was kind of surprised that he was being so genuine and kind of romantic as I expected him to just always be flirty but this was making it harder not to fall in love with him I know we both have to resist as he might not have long to live and we aren't guaranteed anything. I walked over with a smile and gently hugged him making sure not to put pressure on him so I wouldn't hurt him. He hugged me back making sure not to touch my back and I could feel that he was resisting the urge to hug me tightly and never let go. I slowly pulled away and smiled at him. I offered him a hand before helping him out of the room. Sam was already in one of the beds and didn't take notice of us coming back as he read an old journal. That must be their dad's journal that he mentioned earlier. I helped Dean into the double-sized bed before walking to the other side and climbing in. We were sure to keep our space.

"Thank you for today," Dean softly spoke.

"You're welcome," I brightly smiled back making him smile. Once Sam was done reading he turned the light off and we all tried getting some sleep. I was lying on my back while Dean was on his side, facing me. I felt his hand touching mine and thought it was an accident until he intertwined our fingers. I looked over to see he had his eyes closed but was smiling. He wasn't asleep but he was being cute as hell. Why did I have to meet him too late?!?! If I had met Dean earlier things could have worked out. I fell asleep thinking of Dean the entire night. He's perfect! Now I know, I'm madly and deeply in love with the fool.

"Y/N?" I hear Dean whisper. I felt his hand on my cheek, I opened my eyes to see a sleepless Dean facing me. One of his hands is on my cheek, the other is in my hand. His eyes peer into mine through the dark making me smile. He weakly smiles back.

"Do you need the bathroom?" I whisperingly asked earning a nod. I quietly got up and tiptoed to Dean's side in an attempt not to wake Sam. I helped him up but he seemed to be in more pain than before. He was wincing profusely but staying quiet so he didn't wake his brother. We slowly made our way to the bathroom. "Would you like me to stay?" I asked sympathetically. Dean lightly nodded so I turned away and took a few steps. Once he was done I walked over and saw him wincing in pain from just standing. I quickly put the toilet lid down and sat him on it. I knelt in front of him, placing my hands on his knees with a smile.

"I'm normally stronger than this," Dean commented annoyed at his own 'weakness'.

"Dean, you had a heart attack," My tone showed my disbelief. Dean just sighed. "Admittedly, you're dying and you're the only one who's expecting yourself to run a marathon, don't be an idiot." I justified telling him how it is. Dean chuckled, making me smile. Damn, he's perfect!

"You're the only girl to talk to me like this," He paused. "You know how I'm dying? Have you heard of the 'make a wish' thing?" I nodded when he paused again. "Before I die can I have one make a wish?" I looked deeply into his eyes as his voice was soft and serious. I nodded again I had no idea what his wish was, I would guess that it would be the one kiss he kept mentioning but the look in his eyes showed his nervousness to ask. "Will you at least pretend to be my girlfriend?" I didn't know how to answer. Why me? I understand that he's dying and wants someone there but he has Sammy. "I just need to know what it's like to have someone so perfect as my own, even if it is a lie," He added, melting my heart. I decided actions were better than words so lightly hugged him. He hugged me back with a smile. As I pulled away I kissed his cheek again, making him smile some more. After a little protest, Dean let me give him some morphine to help him through the night. He insisted I take some too. He cares about me, it's adorable.

"Come on, we should get to bed," I commented and helped him up. Unlike all the other times, Dean now had his arm around my waist as we walked and I couldn't help but smile. I helped him into the bed before climbing in myself. I turned seeing Dean already smiling at me making me instantly smile. He intertwined our fingers again but this time raised our hands and kissed mine. I couldn't help but blush. He's such a sweetheart!!!! We both fell asleep with huge smiles on our faces. Dean's my fake boyfriend?! Is it too far to kiss him? I'm dying to just kiss him and hug him and be his real girlfriend! Either way, this is going to end in tears.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #dean #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic #spn #fake boyfriend

[surshica]

BAD ROMANCE. <3

synopsis : fake bc scenarios ft. chishiya arisu and tatta

genre : valentines fluff <3

warnings : fake bf scenarios — cussing — pestering friends — mentions of kms — ooc chishiya arisu and tatta (whoops)

A/N : happy valentines day AND I KNOW ITS LATE sorry LOLOL [i did this last minute so it’s ass but HEYYY]

— TATTA , ARISU , CHISHIYA x GN!READER

KODAI TATTA !

Drunken Incident

Tatta and you had been fake dating for over 2 months, it got to the point you started to believe the two of you were dating. this only happened due to the fact tatta slipped up at a company party saying you were his s/o, instead of saying he slipped up and embarrassing him you kinda just ran with it. you had a mere crush on tatta it wasn’t too big but it was very small, you simply adored him from the sidelines—you found him cute. tatta had seen you as a best friend but had a crush on you for a while, and when i saw a while i mean he had a crush on you since highschool. he had never found the courage to ask you out in fear of rejection. so him saying you were his s/o felt like he was dreaming right now. that mere crush you had on him grew slightly larger over time; but definitely in those two months that snail sized crush turned into a ‘i hope he is doing alright’ crush. there were some of your friends and his that had maybe got a hint that the relationship was fake but they never ever tried to confirm it with you since it wasn’t their business in the first place. tatta had invited you over to drink with him at his place and just a simple invite changed how you saw him.

“tatta don’t get me drunk, i have some work to finish tomorrow” you had hummed sitting down as tatta brought some drinks over to the little coffee table you and tatta were going to drink on and have some snacks, you might of forgotten to mention you are a light weight. especially doing sake shots. the big bottle of sake, “is it too late to mention i’m light weight.” you stifled a laugh as tatta poured you a shot of sake for you, “you should’ve said something i would’ve gotten something easier” tatta pouted, your heart had fluttered at him pouting; “no no it’s okay! i just won’t drink as much” you assured him. well that was a fucking lie. you ended up drinking more than tatta; to say you were drunk was an understatement. you were fucking drunk off your mind. you started saying shit to tatta, you ranted, you cried, you laughed, you ended up drinking more. tatta never saw this side of you and it made him feel more at home. “yn you need to stop drinking..you’re already drunk” tatta took away the bottle of sake putting it out of your reach, “why?” “because you’re really drunk.” “okay but your not my real boyfriend so stop pestering me.” you snapped at him. you didn’t mean too but as they say drunk people say what’s really on their mind. tatta simply parted his lips as a frown grew on the parted lips. “you’re not my real boyfriend..your just a fake one. AND I HATE IT” you had whined laying down on the floor. your face was flushed your hair was a messy—you couldn’t think or see straight. tatta wouldve laughed at your state but what you said made his heart beat into his ear. “what do you mean by that..” tatta interrogated the drunk s/o. “its just not fair!” was all you said as hiccups echoed through the silent room.

“i’ve been watching you from afar and not to sound creepy or anything but i realized after these 2 months that i love you BUT IT WONT EVEN WORK OUT since this relationship is nothing more than two friends pretending to be a couple to get others off their dick!” you said in one go having to catch your breathe. “who said i wasn’t in love with you?” tatta smiled at the drunken s/o who was laying on the floor. your eyes had widened sitting up quickly, “you love me?” a wide smile formed on your lips slowly, “i’ve always loved you silly.”

RYOHEI ARISU !

One Room

you and arisu had been fake dating for some time now, it really started off as arisu paying you off to make his ex jealous. to say it worked was an understatement, the one rule was to not fall in love with eachother since it was just a temporary relationship. you never minded the fact you were basically used as a rebound due to the fact you were never in love with him in the first place—you didn’t even know he went to school with you. his friends has persisted you and arisu go with them on a 3 day vacation to the islands, you didn’t mind since you enjoyed traveling; but you had fully expected to get a room with your friends you had tagged with you. only to get the same room with arisu, a one bed. “arisu. now what the hell was this.” you deadpanned at him, arisu had akwardly smiled at you. “listen they would’ve been suspicious if we weren’t sharing a room together..it only makes sense right.” he tried to reason, “i mean sure i guess, i’m going to change.” you placed your suitcase near a chair unzipping it to get some clothes heading into the bathroom to change into some beach clothing. arisu just watched you walk passed him, scratching his head he had wondered if he did fuck up by not giving you a room with your friends instead of with him. a part of him felt hurt, he had fell too far down the rabbit hole to realize he had in fact fallen in love.

keeping up the fake dating act with arisu was a little difficult since he was very awkward, simply holding his hand made him blushy. you had questioned if this man was actually in a relationship or not. but over the 3 day vacation you ended up getting closer to arisu and actually teaching him to not be awkward in a relationship. although arisu wasn’t good at acting he actually did make a great FAKE boyfriend, he was sweet, very caring, protective when necessary. you didn’t want to break the one rule you and arisu had placed and that was to not fall in love—but after constantly hanging out with arisu you felt the need to get rid of that rule, you had started getting waves of jealousy when arisu would do the bare minimum of interacting with other females. the two of you had fit the black cat s/o and golden retriever bf stereotype quite well. it wasn’t like you were the only one falling in love but rather it was the both of you. arisu had finally realized his true feelings for you on the last day of the 3 day island vacation, he was going to really miss this and the way you actually treated him as your bf. the idea of him not being able to be with you everywhere killed him inside. he seriously couldn’t do it, he had to break the rule and he really had hopped you wouldn’t be mad.

“listen, i know this was against the only rule we created. but i don’t think i can keep the fake relationship any longer” arisu came clean, “what do you mean arisu?” you we’re slightly nervous. you had fallen in love with him but the thought of him saying he didn’t love you ached, “i’m trying to say i love you; i love you and i want to make what was fake real.” he had grabbed your hand placing a peck on the backhand.

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA !

Helpful Gesture

it really started off with your friends pressure you into a date with a guy you absolutely loathed. not wanting to go on a date with him, you ended up asking chishiya. a smart ass ignorant classmate of yours. “listen, i’ll pay you to just act like my boyfriend for a day.” you has bargained with him. he had placed a finger on his chin, he wanted to say ‘give him some time’ but he really just knew the answer. “if it’ll help you sure.” chishiya shrugged grabbing one of the books he had been eyeing off the shelf stuffing it into is bag. “wait actually?” you we’re actually surpised he agreed, all the times he had been around you it had seem he hated your guts. “yeah. i’ll pick you up at 6” he had walked off before you could say anything else, you don’t even know if he had your number. (time skip) when he picked you up he actually looked really cute, you’ve had a crush on him but never put a stamp on it. there was small chit chat in the car; you guys could’ve planned out the simple question of ‘where’d you meet’ ‘who asked who out first’ ‘who kissed who first’ but no yall were quite literally arguing over music. the little date with friends was at some cafe that wasn’t well known but known enough for locals. Wanting to have a strong first impression, you had intertwined his hands with yours. “why are your hands cold..it’s literally spring.” “you ask too many questions.” he shrugged dragging you into the cafe.

chishiya actually ended up making a strong first impression, which was actually surprising after all the questions your friends threw at him, there was one that really did stick out like a sore thumb; “when did you guys start dating?” was the question that made you clear your throat. the two of your haven’t planned it out but don’t worry chishiya had it planned out. “well we had been talking for some time but we never put a label on it, you can really say this is our first date. right [nickname]” chishiya smiled, it looked like a wholesome smile but you wouldn’t count on it. “AHH that’s why you guys had that tension between you two for some time..i see i see.” one of your friends exclaimed. everyone had a great time but i guess this wasn’t the end even after what 2 hours? they still had more questions to ask and more things to pester about, chishiya being the human he is had to go to the bathroom. it was kinda awkward since your friends hadn’t paid much attention to you but rather your “boyfriend”. unthankfully your friends weren’t that stupid, “we know you two aren’t dating.” friend 1 had crossed her arms sighing as friend 2 just nodded; “no we are. well we haven’t officially we kinda put a label on it before you pestered me about going on a date with [insert some random ass name].” you smiled trying to keep up the lie. friend 2 had widened his eyes and mouth looking over at friend 1 who looked shocked as well, “that’s something hard to believe..you and chishiya? ive seen your diary, i knew you liked him but i would’ve never thought you’d actually said yes.” friend 1 caved in sighing, “and you are still unconvinced we aren’t dating?” “basically.” “and sonic i kiss him then what? will you believe me?” “yupp!” you noticed chishiya walk out the bathroom and stand near a wall, it’s almost as if he was talking to someone important. you nervous whipped your hands on your jeans walking over to him. “hey..” you smiled at chishiya; he had put his phone away, “bare with me okay?” he looked at you confused, taking a deep breathe you grabbed his face placing a kiss on his lips. he was taken aback quite shocked to the fact he didn’t even kiss back. quickly pulling away.

“i’m sorry..i shouldve asked you first but i just needed my friends to get off my ass..” “you could’ve done other things rather than kiss me you know that right..” “yeah but—“ “i like you too. i’ve liked you for a while now. id like to consider this a first date.” he smiled grabbing your hands placing a kiss on your knuckles.

tags — masterlist open <3

@nanamora , @parkersmyth , @trinmadol , @noxceleste , @eissaaaa , @dr3amscap3 , @arizzu , @bwnniidump , @kerenz , @minyoungieee , @saiewithakatana

#SCENARIOS . . . ‹3 #IMAGINES 💌 ୧ ˚₊ #🎐 ։ ONESHOTS · ᘞ #- surshica ♥︎ #alice in boderland x reader #arisu x reader #chishiya x reader #tatta x reader #fake boyfriend #i’m back 😜

[harrywavycurly]

Oh Sarah, it's time to ask what YOU want to write about. You always please us whatever we ask for, but I really want you do to a text of what you enjoy writing about the most <3 You're amazing!! xx

Hiiiii my lovey!! So this is so sweet like really thank you for asking this and honestly…this is the most RANDOM scenario but it’s been like dancing around the back of my mind for a while soooo enjoy!💖

-I love the fake dating thing so let’s do that but make it texts, find the masterlist here✨

*You and Eddie are besties who often have to act like more than friends and tonight…you’re gonna put on the show of a lifetime!*

#texting eddie munson #fake boyfriend #eddie munson request #eddie munson fake texts #fake boyfriend eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #fake dating #fake dating texts

[intj-confessions]

(X)

Pretty sure we had a tumblr post about this a few years ago.

#Thanksgiving #fake boyfriend

[nuttyblizzardinternet]

The fact that anyone can turn their backs on you in a matter of seconds terrifys me. You put your trust into people you care about and then BOOM they do something to hurt you wether that's intentional or unintentional. Its sad that you can't trust anyone anymore because people tend to lie through their teeth a bit too much. They say one thing and do the complete opposite and you wonder if having friends is actually worth it because people shatter your trust. I trusted you and you lied to me. No one can just say what they mean anymore and I guess it's the internalized guilt that comes with it but I rather face a harsh truth than a pretty packaged lie. There's more shame that comes with trusting a liar/manipulator because you feel stupid. I guess it's better to be alone than to face rejection upon knowing your best friend or your lover doesn't care about you. It hurts so bad knowing that you don't matter to anyone that people would rather fulfill their own selfish needs.

#fake friends #fake boyfriend #fake girlfriend #liars #you cant trust anyone

[jesikap]

"su sonrisa me hizo daño por dentro. Cuando me tendió la mano, supe que seguirle iba a romperme de la mejor manera posible. Lo cual tambien resultaría ser la peor".

📙Hat Trick. Eden Finley

#hat trick #soren #jet #fake boyfriend #citas de libros #libros #frases #frases de libros #citas en español #kindle #kindleespañol #kindle books

[scorbleeo]

It wasn't horrible, but I had to people. Peopling is hard.

Matt Jackson

Trick Play (Chapter Thirteen) by Eden Finley

#quote #trick play #fake boyfriend #eden finley #matt jackson

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Can somebody who is currently reading and enjoying my serious fake boyfriend, please message me? I have a question!

#fake boyfriend #please message me!

[j-tomalas-grimoire]

To celebrate the release of the second book in the Love In L’Ancorsa series beginning of August, the first book Co-Star will be on sale the whole month of July. If fake boyfriends and dirty talk are your thing, this might be the gay romance novel for you.

#m/m romance #gay romance #gay books #on sale #book sale #fake boyfriend #dirty talk

[resident-gay-bitch]

just want to make it clear that, no... i do not call all my little crushes on celebs and fictional characters my husbands... i'm not stupid... i know you can legally only have one... and i'm a good girl. (sometimes anyway). so let me lay it all out for you:

Andrew Garfield is my husband.

Joseph Quinn is my boyfriend.

Joe Keery/Steve Harrington is my mistress. (they radiate the same energy) AND...

Eddie Munson literally owns me

and the rest are all my little side treats... you know... on those days you need to spoil yourself.

#fictional characters #fake boyfriend #in my dreams #andrew garfield #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington #eddie munson #im in love #im obsessed #i am in way over my head #stranger things

[fossntwriter]

Fakers, Liars, Lovers - Pt 1

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: You tell your mom that you have a date to your sister’s wedding even though you haven’t dated a guy in years.

Warning(s): none?

“Hi Darling!” You mother cooed as she opened the front door of her’s and your dad’s house, excited to see you.

“Hi mom,” You said back, a small (and slightly forced) smile on your lips as she greets you with a hug, “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“That’s because it has!” She stated matter-of-factly. You couldn’t argue with her. It had been quite a while since you had last seen anyone in your family. Not that you purposely avoided them- you were just busy doing your thing. You had taken up a travel nurse job in the UK, which took you away from the the United States for a long time, leaving FaceTime and Skype as the only ways to visit with your family.

However, despite hardly ever seeing your family, you were thankful you went to England for your job. It had given you some much needed time to figure out who you were and what you wanted your life to be like. Not only that, but it was such an amazing experience, that you were thinking of moving there permanently when your contract with the hospital ended! The added bonus of being in the UK, was that your mom couldn’t bother you about your love life.

You laughed half-heartedly as you followed her inside the house and set down your bag on the kitchen table. You slipped your shoes off on the welcome rug, when you heard the padding of feet coming from down the hallway.

“Hi pumpkin!” Your dad’s cheerful and excited voice filled your ears, and a real smile found its way to your face as you went to hug your dad.

“Hi dad!” You wrapped your arms around him as he did the same to you and squeezed tight.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, and your heart pulled- this was something you missed. Your dad had never bothered you about anything in your life. He always told you to follow your heart and do what makes you happy- don’t settle for anybody or anything that was less than what was perfect for you.

“I’ve missed you too.” You pulled away from each other, and smiled at him, happy to finally be home with your family again, despite loving your life back in your small apartment in London.

“So, how have you been sweetie?” You dad asked as you both, along with your mom sat at the kitchen counter in order to catch up.

“I’ve been great actually. My apartment is fantastic, my job is awesome, and I’ve made some amazing friends. I’ve never really been happier.” You told them, proud of how all your hard work has payed off.

“You do seem very happy,” your mom noted, she rested her elbows on the counter and rested her chin on her hands, “Are you sure it’s only because of your job and your friends?”

She winked at you, causing you to immediately roll your eyes, knowing that she was wondering if there was a handsome mystery guy in your life.

Before you could even shut down her typical interrogation about your love life, you older sister opened the front door excitedly.

Squealing when she saw you, she enveloped you in a tight hug, and for a second you thought she had squeezed all the air out of your lungs!

“It’s so great to see you! I’m so glad you’re here!” She squealed, and quickly went around the counter in order to give your parents kisses on the cheeks before she sat down next to you.

“And here’s the girl we’re all here for.” You smiled, recalling how happy you were when she called you two weeks ago and told you about how her long-time boyfriend had proposed to her and she said yes!

“Oh stop!” She blushed, waving it off as no big deal, but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealously when you saw the giant diamond of her engagement ring on her finger.

For as long as you could remember, the only thing more you’ve wanted than to become a successful nurse was to marry a dream-boat of a guy and have the perfect family. You spent your entire childhood thinking of the perfect engagement ring, the perfect wedding venue, and the perfect household with the most perfect children of your own.

And now, you’re finally living the nursing dream, but you have yet to stumble upon your Prince Charming and fulfill the other part of your life that you longed to have.

So seeing the ring on your sisters hand, sparked a little jealousy inside of you. She was going to soon be living the life you dreamed of living.

What was taking you so damn long?

“So honey,” your mom started, grabbing her hands over the counter, “What are you thinking so far for the wedding?”

She smiled a wide smile, eyes lighting up at the question, and you just knew that she had been thinking about this all day and all night for the last two weeks.

“I’ve come up with a lot of ideas, but I’m not sure how set I am on all of them. I just need to run some of them past you guys so you all can help me pick.” She said.

You nodded, ready to listen to her ramble about all the ideas she had for the wedding that you knew she’s also dreamed of having.

“I wanted to start with my bridesmaids.” Your sister said, and she started to dig around in her purse, seemingly looking for something before she continued.

“Ah, there it is.” You heard her mumble quietly, as she pulled something out of her purse and set it on the counter.

She slid the wrapped box along the smooth marble countertops towards you. You looked up at her, clear confusion clouding every feature on your face and all your sister could do was laugh in response.

“It’s for you,” she motioned to the beautifully wrapped box with shimmering pink paper with a bright pink ribbon wrapping around it, “Go on, open it.”

You shook the shock from your face and delicately slid the ribbon off the edges of the box and gently tore into the pink wrapping paper to reveal a black box.

Slowly opening the box, you found what seemed to be tons of pictures of you and your sister throughout all the stages of your lives. One of you two at the beach thirteen years ago on your family vacation to the Bahamas, one of the two of you from your last elementary school concert together, one from the Halloween were you had coordinated your outfits to be Carly and Sam from iCarly because it was your favorite show at the time. You laughed as you looked through all the memories, not realizing what this all had to do with her wedding until you saw the small note inside that said, “Every older sister needs her younger sister like every Bride needs her Maid of Honor… will you be mine?”

“Aww,” you cried, tears of joy prickling in the corners of your eyes, blessed and overjoyed for your sister to have asked you to be her Maid of Honor, “Of course I will!”

She leaned over to hug you, and you hugged her back, thanking her for asking you.

“And don’t worry about your date,” She said, “You’ll have all night with him and he can even sit at the head table so that you guys can be together.”

You froze at her words. Your date.

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Your mom said to your sister, “(Y/n) doesn’t have a date.”

You don’t know why you said what you said next. Maybe it was the way your mom assumed you didn’t have a guy in your life. Maybe it was your ego who refused to let your mother walk all over you again and pester you about your dating life. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what the reason for it was- you had already said it.

“What are you talking about? Of course I have a date.” You bluffed, face going red quickly as the shock of how quickly you told such a bold-faced lie to your mom, when in reality, you hadn’t dated since high school!

You sister and mom initially stared at you in shock, apparently unbelieving that you had managed to find yourself a man all on your own in the big pool of fish across the Atlantic. And as soon as their shock wavered off, their glee shone through as they began to squirm in their seats, giddy noises coming out of them as they celebrated. Your skin began to crawl as you plastered on another fake smile, acting as best as you could to celebrate as if you had a real boyfriend to be your date to the wedding.

“What’s his name?” You mom asked.

“What does he do for a living?” Your sister asked.

“What’s his family like? Does he have siblings?”

Their questions overwhelmed you, finding it difficult to answer especially since you didn’t actually have a date!

“It’s a surprise!” You lied through your teeth, trying your best to get them to shut up, “You’ll meet him at the wedding, but until then… it’s a surprise.”

They groaned at your secrecy. But their disappointment didn’t seem to last long when you said, “He’s a great guy though, and he can’t wait to meet you all.”

“We’ll I can wait to meet him.” Your sister told you gleefully.

“Me neither.” Your mom chimed in, smiling a big genuine smile in your direction, making you feel guilty about how proud she looked that you had finally found a good man.

You let out a small nervous chuckle, tucking back some stray strands of hair behind your ears. ‘I can’t wait ‘til I meet him either.’ You thought.

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Sighing, you dragged yourself over to the luggage department, finally getting off your flight from the States back to the UK until your sisters bachelorette party. You were not only exhausted from jet lag, but also from trying to keep up with the lie you had told your family. You still couldn’t believe you had said that you had a date!

Spotting the violet suitcase on the conveyer belt, you heaved it up and started rolling it across the airport floor avoiding the occasional wrapper and spilt meal that the janitors had yet to clean up.

It was dark in London right now, arriving at the airport early in the morning and you couldn’t help but be grateful that you didn’t have to work the next morning, but couldn’t sleep in instead.

Seeing an empty coffee shop, you couldn’t help yourself from grabbing a coffee before leaving since you were tired and still had to stay up for probably at least another hour as taxi drive you home.

“Thank you.” You told the barista after telling her the order and tipping her. You walked to the other end of the coffee bar, and sat in a chair at a table while you waited for her to finish making your drink.

Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you sighed when you saw a text come through from your mom.

“Hey Sweetie! I just wanted to say how proud I am of you for finding a sweet boy! I hope he’s been treating you right! I can’t wait to meet him and hear all about the two of you at the wedding reception!”

You sighed, quickly typing back a fake response and bidding her good night before putting your phone back away.

“You look like you’re havin’ a bit of a long night love.” You heard a deep voice say close to you. You looked up to find a handsome stranger sit down across the table from you. He had gorgeous brown locks of hair and captivating green eyes. But it was nothing compared to the million-dollar smile he gave you when you looked at him.

He was one good-looking man.

“Oh… yeah well it’s kind of a long story.” You said, a small smile on your face as you looked down and fiddled your thumbs in your lap.

You could feel the curious stare of the stranger across from you, wondering why he was watching you and how he could tell you were having a long night- you thought you were doing a good job of hiding how your day had gone.

“We’ll I don’ know ‘bout you, but I have time.” He said in his accent, and you laughed and looked back up at him as he shut you another glimmering smile that seemed to make your heart beat a touch faster.

“Well… I might as well. I’m not working tomorrow and maybe I could get your opinion in this.” You replied, sitting upright in your chair.

He nodded, giving you his full attention as you began to tell the story about that day.

“I’ve been living here in London for almost nine months now, and two weeks ago, I got a call from my older sister who told me that she had just gotten engaged.” You said.

The man’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, that’s incredible.” He said, genuine interest in his voice.

“Yes it is. And two days ago I flew back home to meet with my parents and my sister in order to talk wedding details. That was when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor.” You continued.

“That’s also incredible.” He commented.

“Yeah it is and I was so happy…” You trailed off.

“But…” He asked curiously, egging you to continue as he wondered what was wrong.

“But I was also jealous of her,” You finally told him, “I’ve dreamed about my wedding since I was a little girl. I drew up this picture of the perfect man who would one day sweep me off my feet and deliver me to my dream wedding. And then I dreamt about having a family. My perfect husband and I buying the perfect house and having children who looked just like us running around it.”

You looked at the stranger across from you, surprised to see how intently he was listening to you. His eyebrows were creased in concentration as he listened to you spill out bits and pieces of your heart out to him.

“And I was just jealous that she was about to get her dream wedding and start an amazing family like I’ve always wanted. And then when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor, she started talking about how she would work it out that my date would be able to sit with me at the head table. And I froze.”

“Why?” He asked, sincerely curious at why I had frozen at such a simple statement.

“Because… because I don’t have a boyfriend.” I said, “But then my mo started saying to my sister how that wouldn’t be a problem because I don’t have boyfriend and while that was true, it just stirred something in me and then next thing I knew I was telling them all that I had an awesome boyfriend who was going to be my date.” You finished.

You looked at the man across from you, who looked shocked. “You lied to them?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why either, it was so stupid, and I don’t know what I was thinking-“ you rambled on to the guy who sat across from you.

“I’ll do it.” He said, interrupting you from your tangent about your stupidity.

“Do what?” You asked, unsure of what he meant.

“Be your date. Be your fake boyfriend.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #one direction #one direction x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #fanfic #harry styles fandom #harry styles fanfiction #fake boyfriend #to all the boys i've loved before

[tarlos-spain]

This story is inspired by the book Boyfriend Material. It's not the same story but it really helped me get to this story. So yes somethings here may be similar to the book but a lot will be different.

Thanks as always to my betas. You are very patient with me @chaotictarlos and @morganaspendragonss

Summary:

TK, son of one of the music legends and singer of One Night Strand, has decided that he doesn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and is happy in his career as an after-school teacher. Apparently, the people upstairs don't like that his father's reality show is going to have a section to find him a boyfriend.

Carlos, the future heir to a stud farm, wants to have a life of his own, find the man of his life, and get married, which is exactly what his parents don't have in mind for him. But a date to find that perfect groom for his thirtieth birthday complicates everything.

Now both TK and Carlos need to find a groom soon, before they lose control of their lives.

Chapter 01

TK knocked twice on the door of his boss's office.

"I want to see you on Monday. Come at 10. I'll be expecting you."

The message he received from the man on Friday had not been very specific about the reason for the meeting.

"If you're TK, come in, if not, I've got a lot of work, so come back another time."

Paul's voice, so gruff, almost made him wince. If he wanted to see him, it was not for anything good. When he had hired him to be a teacher at his little after-school activities facility, he had been rather reticent.

"Everyone knows who you are, your last name precedes you, and that's not a good thing for an after-school teacher in elementary schools. But it's also true that I'm not one to be prejudiced, so let's see how you do."

TK still remembered those words from his boss. He couldn't thank him enough for the opportunity he had given him by hiring him.

He thought the course was going pretty well, the kids seemed to be having a good time in their music classes. He had good opinions from the parents, apart from a little run-in with that one father, a guy who had a problem with his kids' music teacher being gay.

So now he didn't know what his boss might want to talk to him about.

Paul was just finishing up a phone call and motioned for TK to sit down and wait a moment.

"Yes, I understand what you're saying, but I'm not going to fire anyone because of what their father does." TK took a sharp breath, his boss was talking about him with the higher-ups. "No, I don't care. I have no intention of firing him because of what people think about his father... Let me talk to him... Are you serious? I really didn't think you were that closed minded. TK is a good guy and whether he has a partner or not, whether he's gay or not, shouldn't be a big deal today... I've already told you, yes, I'll talk to him and pass on your words."

Paul stared at the phone screen and sighed. He put it down on the table and folded his hands, looking at TK.

"Did I get you in trouble?"

"Nah. The guys upstairs are always banging on about something and if it wasn't your dad's new show, it would have been about...well, whatever. That's what I'm here for, to take as many slaps in the face as possible."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to get you in trouble. If you want me to leave, just say so. I'll find something else, don't worry."

"Nonsense. I have no intention of firing you and I don't want you to leave. The kids like you too much and I've had more sign-ups this year asking specifically for you. But one thing is certain, I need to talk to you." TK kept silent and waited for his boss to drop the bombshell. "I don't care who you date or if you don't date anyone, but for your dad to say on his new show that you're looking for a boyfriend and he's going to open a section for you to find you the best match - that could be a problem."

"I know and I told my dad not to do it. But it's not possible to get Owen Strand to change his mind when he gets something in his head."

"That I don't know, all I know about your father is what we see on television. But if he's still hell-bent on coming after you with cameras all day, setting you up on dates and making you go out with a different guy every night..."

"That's not good publicity for Little Arts."

#Tarlos #Tarlos AU #boyfriend material #first time #fake boyfriend #fake relationship #911 lone Star #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #Tarlos_Spain

[bookloveravenue]

Fake Boyfriend (book 6): Final Play by Eden Finley

It’s a vacation none of them will forget.

Before their futures become the present, Noah convinces his friends they need a group vacation—a final play before they’re all tied down by responsibility and unyielding schedules.

Everything is changing.

Marriage.

Kids.

Careers.

A trip to Fiji is the last hurrah to end all hurrahs. And from disastrous marriage proposals to grand gestures to life-changing confessions, two weeks on a private island becomes the beginning of the rest of their lives.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48923590-final-play

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January 31, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

I love when authors do books like this. We get one large final epilogue for all our favorite characters from this series. It's such a nice way to close it out. Each section covers a couple. We start with Matt and Noah, who are hit with some family news which will impact what they want for their future. Then we jump to the Fiji trip for Maddox and Damon and Ollie and Lennon. Maddox and Damon realize exactly what their next steps will be. They know they are ready for forever and also know it's time to put themselves first for a while over jobs. Ollie and Lennon get their first wake up call on their future when they see marriages (or non-marriages) and babies on the horizon. But whatever their future holds, they know it is together. Then we jump to Miller and Talon for their wedding! Which the way the day goes, it is just so them, it's perfect. And finally, Soren and Jet, are hit with what their happily ever will be and it's perfectly them too. And with a final jump ahead, we see how much has changed for all these characters and their futures. Such a fun series overall!

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #final play #fake boyfriend #eden finley

[alondradina]

Done for the 30+ Discord's December event prompts! Required to be under 500 words. I chose bringing home a fake SO for the holidays as my prompt.

Title: To You and Your Kin

Pairing: Zevran/Lavellan, past Solas/Lavellan

Rating: G

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43576566

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"So… This boyfriend I am replacing-" Zevran began, leaning against the passenger side window to coyly watch his companion as she drove.

"That you are impersonating, yes," Ellana answered without looking away from the road. Her short brown hair was held out of her face by a worn blue bandana, revealing red rimmed, shadowed green eyes. The tear tracks had only been partially washed away.

The Antivan smiled charmingly at her. He would pay this ex-boyfriend a personal visit after the holidays. "That I am impersonating. You dated for three years, and he never met your family?"

"No."

"They did not find this… odd?"

Ellana paused before tentatively answering, "No?"

"I see."

"You really don't, but it's fine."

"I will go over this one last time. I am Solas, a career focused elf who has been far, far too busy to meet his potential in-laws-"

"Don't say it like that. He's a good guy-" Ellana protested, finally turning from the road to shoot him a quick, pleading look.

"A good guy who only likes his girlfriend when she is convenient… and when she conceals her Dalish origins."

"The vallaslin isn't required now. I don't have to proclaim it to the world."

"Of course, my apologies. But now your family wishes to meet him, and so you were forced to reveal said origins. And he dumped you."

"Zev, stop. I get it, ok. I just- I can't deal with this right now."

"Oh, mi amor, of course I will aid you. I will be the best of boyfriends. Your family will weep when you tell them you've ended our relationship. You will do the breaking up, of course, because I am far too besotted to do it myself."

"Of course," she muttered, refusing to look at him again, "I love being the villain."

He patted her shoulder soothingly, pausing to rub some of the stiffness from her muscles. "You can always beg for my forgiveness, which I will magnanimously grant you-"

"Zev. Stop. I can't-"

The tears in her eyes put an immediate end to his teasing. "Ah, corazón, you are not ready to make light of this. I will stop."

"Thank you," she whispered, blindly reaching for his hand. He linked their fingers together, and lay their hands on her lap.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, and so he let it wax for a time. Eventually Ellana sighed and squeezed his hand.

"Thanks, Zev. I really appreciate this. I'm sure you had better things to do, but-"

"Not at all," he interrupted, lifting their hands to kiss the back of hers before returning them to their resting place. "What could be better than spending the weekend with a beautiful companion while her family dotes on me?"

She giggled. "I suppose that doesn't sound so bad."

"Not so bad, indeed," Zevran smiled, rubbing his thumb along the side of her hand.

#dragon age #modern au #lavellan #ellana lavellan #zevran #zevran arainai #mentioned Solas #home for the holidays #30+ fanfic #30+ discord #30+ fanfic discord #30+ writers #fake SO #fake boyfriend #prompt fics #zevran x lavellan #past solas x lavellan

[onelastkook]

https://www.wattpad.com/story/224220892?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=onelastkook_&wp_originator=2ExY8oRnF1k64mjlAVuK5aQMZtrGDFGnmtXCgzvTXbk7ZsrFdXuzBml4sFiGgyKmH0Ufs%2F9y8%2BWHx9VPfmMP0F5oM8fnAl5SYH%2F%2BA0b1%2FAV2LYpynTimOTrcLAnXh5yh

It's not your usual cliche 'Fake boyfriend' plot. You can surely check it out for something new and humorous as well. It's a taekook/vkook fanfic.

#vkook fanfiction #taekook ff #taekook #bts ffs #vkook ff #vkook #lgbt fiction #gay love #gay #lgbtq #fake boyfriend #highschool ff #bts ships #bts jeonjungkool