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redpandaramblings · 1 year

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 11

Part 1 Here

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Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, non traditional A/B/O dynamics, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

“Denki Kaminari. You are an absolutely amazing omega, and my very dear friend. I think we could have been good together. But what I want the most is for you to be happy with the alpha that makes you happy. You deserve the world, Denks.”

“Well, so do you.”

You smiled at each other, still holding hands and just basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. That is until a pair of fists slammed down onto the table with enough force to upset the cups sitting there. You jolted in shock as you looked up to meet a pair of angry, ruby red eyes.

You and Denki watched the liquid running off the table with wide eyes, before turning your gazes back to the enraged man before you. His tall, bulky frame blocked you from the rest of the restaurant, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable. His shoulders heaved as he took deep breath, trying and only partially succeeding in calming himself.

“What the FUCK do you two thing you’re doing?”

You swallowed, unable to speak as two ruby eyes seemed to sear their way into your soul.

“It….” Denki stuttered, nervously shrinking into his chair. “It isn’t what it looks like?”

“And what exactly do you think, I think this looks like? Because to me, it looks like you two are slinking around in dark little coffee shops getting cozy while my best friend is curled up at home is his nest, practically catatonic from your shit!”

It was hard to maintain eye contact with the redhead, but you felt you had to.

“What Bakugou does isn’t my concern anymore.” You spoke lowly, an eerie calm to your voice.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!?! And you, don’t think you’re going anyway, either!” Denki sunk back into his seat, his escape attempt thwarted. Kiri’s raised voice was drawing a few glances and murmurs.

“Look,” you sigh as you catch the looks coming your way “can we do this somewhere else? Anywhere else?”

Kiri looked around, his cheeks tinged pink as he caught on to the attention focused your way. He nodded once. “Agency. Now.”

You shared a glance with Denki and nodded. It took a few moments to gather your things and settle your bill. Kiri glowered from the door when he noticed you paid for both yourself and Denki. The walk to the agency Kiri worked at seemed longer than it was due to the heavy silence. Denki wrung his hands, trying to catch your eye, but you keep your stare straight ahead, not really focusing on anything. Your brain picking at the bits of information Kiri had inadvertently thrown your way. Bakugou wasn’t doing well? He was nesting outside of his heat, which was unusual. Or was it? The dark hurt part of your brain whispered to you that you didn’t know because you’d never been allowed to see any nest. Kirishima was actually visibly pissed, so it had to be serious… Or maybe this was just what the first part of What Kiri and Katsuki getting together would look like. Katsuki actually letting someone in. Kiri being allowed to show the protective alpha side you had always been forced to repress. Half felt like this is exactly how things were supposed to be.

But if that was the case, why did it hurt so much?

You continued to brood as the looming building of Kirishima and Bakugou’s agency got closer with every step. Knowing that this would be the first time you were going to be allowed in didn’t help your mood in the slightest. Kirishima led you and Denki down a side alley and through an unassuming back door. A few turns down a hallway, and you were in a small workout room, by the look of it. Kirishima locked the door behind you before whirling towards you and Denki, eyes blazing.

“Now, you two are going to tell me exactly what the FUCK is going on here!”

Denki cringed, half hiding behind you. Your own nose crinkled from the strong angry scent pouring off of Kirishima. And frankly? It was starting to piss you off.

“Well you see,” you drawled as you glared right back at Kirishima, “my friend and I were enjoying a nice peaceful afternoon snack, when suddenly a huge stinking pheremoned out alpha came, knocked over our drinks, and started yelling at us.” Your own scent was turning burnt and acrid as your volume increased.

“Jesus Christ, y/n…” Denki threw up his hands, and backed away from you. He could see where this was going, and he made sure to put some of the weight lifting machines between himself and the two angry alphas in the room. Kirishima took a small step back, momentarily startled by your reaction before rage filled him stronger than before. So you wanted a fight, huh? Well, good.

“You know what I mean! You go off in the middle of Bakugou’s heat. Then a few weeks later, he’s damn near working himself to death, and when he’s not working, he’s curled up in his nest, refusing to talk to anybody! And you’re nowhere!!! Your omega is in pain, and you’re nowhere!”

The two of you had begun to circle each other slowly, glaring at each other. The burnt smell of your combined anger was clogging the air. Denki was covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve to keep himself from gagging. You weren’t going to back down, though. Why was this red headed rock sticking his nose into your business? Hadn’t he got what he wanted? Hadn’t Bakugou gotten what he wanted? You were so tired of people telling you what to do, what’s best for you. You were tired of being viewed as nothing but docile, someone who would just take what was given and not complain. Well, you still were an alpha. And you had had enough. You could feel your fangs dropping down, the sharp tips nicking your lip.

“He’s not my omega anymore!” You hissed at Kirishima.

“Why not? So you can run around behind his back with his fucking pack mate?!?” Kirishima roared back at you, inching closer with his teeth bared.

You laughed mirthlessly. “Oh, please. I just gave him and you exactly what you wanted.”

Kirshima shook his head, momentarily confused. “Wait, what? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

As Eijiro’s anger cooled, yours only burned hotter.

“You heard me!” You snarled, stepping closer until you were right in Kiri’s face. “I. Just. Gave. Him. What. He. Wanted. And he doesn’t want me. Hasn’t for years. All yours now! Take him! You were always going to anyway!”

Kirishima stared wide eyed, confusion having replaced all of his anger. “y/n, what are you talking about?”

Maybe it was that your mood was running hot. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was because you had chemically suppressed your ruts for the last decade. Maybe it was because you had been suppressing your alpha instincts for just as long. It could have been any combination of those things. But for whatever reason, that question from Kirishima was the thing to snap your teetering control. With a frustrated scream of alpha rage, you swung, aiming at Eijiro’s jaw. Your fist connected. Unfortunately for your hand, years of hero training meant that Kirishima had hardened the area out of instinct.

“Fuck!” You yelped as you felt the bones in your fingers crunch. The pain mostly brought you back to your senses. You took a few steps back, sinking to the ground and clutching your injured hand to your chest. Denki hurried up behind you, hovering and worriedly asking you questions that you didn’t really hear, let alone respond to. Kirishima hesitated a moment before kneeling in front of you, his worry evident. When he went to take your hand to look it over, you let him, the fight draining out of you. He gently poked and prodded, as your breath hitched from pain. Denki rubbed your back trying to sooth you. After a moment, Kirishima spoke.

“Well, you broke it.”

You nodded with a snort. “Figured.”

“Feel better now?”

You gave a sad half smile. “I mean, my hand is killing me, but yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Well, sorry my face broke your hand. But seriously. Just… What is going on, Y/N? Because right now I’m really lost. You and Bakubro love each other. I know you two do. But now he isn’t talking and what you’re saying is making exactly zero sense. So can you please just walk me through it from the beginning? I promise to hear you out.”

“God,” you sigh, tilting your head back. “I don’t even know where the beginning is… This whole shit show has been a long time coming. I guess the most important thing is Bakugou and I broke up. He’s very obviously wanted to for a while. So he’s finally free to date you. Then Denki and I were engaged though that was mostly our family’s fault for setting us up on a marriage date. Then Denki got bonded, but not to me. And then you showed up and I punched you in the face.”

You blinked up at Kiri as if that explained everything. Kirishima looked at Denki with hopeless confusion. Denki sighed.

“Come on. Let’s get her hand looked at and then go to your office. I’ll tell you as mush of everything as I know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were sitting on the couch, nursing your bandaged hand as Denki was wrapping up.

“... And then Shinso and I ended up bonding after the hospital let me go home. Y/N was just taking me out for a celebration lunch when you showed up.”

Kiri leaned back in his seat, letting out a long breath. “Okay. Right.” He said. “That explains a lot. Not everything, but a lot.” He sat up again and looked directly at you. “Though I want to know where the heck you got the idea that I want Bakubro as an omega.”

You couldn’t quite meet Kirishima’s gaze as you replied. “It’s not a stupid idea. He’s comfortable around you. Much more comfortable around you than he’s ever been around me. He lets you scent him. He calls you his pack. He not only lets you see his nests, he lets you into them sometimes. I barely am allowed in his apartment, let alone being able to see his nest. We haven’t scented each other with any regularity since high school. You see him so much more than I do, and you understand him and his job in a way that I’ll never be able to. You look good together. He doesn’t mind when you act like an alpha with him.”

Kirishima blew out a breath. “Okay… Okay, I can see what you’re getting at. But seriously. Bakubro is a bro. I’ve never thought of him like that.”

You nodded, looking at the floor. “Okay. If you say so, I’ll believe you. But it doesn’t change the fact that Bakugou has wanted out of the relationship for a while.”

“And did he tell you that? Like actually tell you that?” Kiri asked.

“He didn’t have to. He made himself very clear.”

“And when was the last time you two sat down and seriously talked?”

You didn’t have a reply. Kirishima sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” he mumbled to himself. “Alright!” He said, clapping his hands together and standing up. “You!” he said, pointing to you. “You’re coming with me.” And you!” he pointed to Denki, “You’re coming with too to make sure she doesn’t try to get out of this.”

You and Denki looked at each other in confusion, as you both stood up slowly.

“Where are we going, exactly?” Denki asked as he followed after you and Kirishima.

“To do something I should have done a long time ago, but I thought the two knuckleheads would be able to sort things out for themselves, without outside interference. Guess I was wrong in that regard.”

He ushered you and Denki into the back of an agency car, before getting into the driver’s seat. You questioned where he was taking you, but Kirishima just shook his head and kept driving. It was a surprise when you ended up in the parking garage of your apartment. Kiri got out, and opened up the door to the backseat. “Out!” He said. You only hesitated a moment before you slide yourself out the the car, Denki following close behind. Understanding was starting to creep across Denki’s expression.

“Eiji, what?” your question was cut short with a yelp as Kirishima threw you over his shoulder. He strode quickly to the elevator, Denki following close behind. You beat your good hand against Kiri’s back as you tried to squirm your way out of his grasp. Denki hit the elevator buttons, knowing what to do without being told.

“Eijiro Kirishima, you put me down! What the hell?!”

Kirishima shook his head. “Nope. Not til we get where we’re going. Consider this payback for the punch.”

The elevator dinged, and Kiri was off once again. He fished in his pocket and handed a set of keys to Denki. Denki run ahead and began unlocking a door. Seconds later, you were landing on your butt, having just been unceremoniously chucked through the doorway.

Kirishima stood blocking the doorway. “I’m not going to let you leave until the two of you actually talk. I’m not letting anyone in my pack ruin their lives because they can’t put on adult pants and have a proper conversation. And for the record, y/n? You’ve always been pack. You always will be. Now go talk to your damn omega!”

And with that, Kirishima slammed the door shut, leaving you sitting wide eyed and shellshocked on the floor of Bakugou’s apartment.

Hello everyone! I'm well aware that It's been a while. Very sorry for the delay. Lot of life stuff. I hope that this in small part makes up for it. Ended up having to radically change my plans for this bit, but I'm pretty sure I like how it came out. Enjoy!

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greenthena · 1 month

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Fanfic Chapter Update

“I’m very sorry, that seat is for my fiance.”

“Not here yet, though, is he?”

“He’s just at the bar getting our drinks,” said Aziraphale. Normally, he’d be flattered to be on the receiving end of such direct attention from another man. But he’d grown so used to the fantasy of his falsified engagement (he knew it was pretend, really he did), he couldn’t be bothered to give this person the time of day, much less a seat at his table.

“Do you mind?” Aziraphale looked frantically toward the bar again, hoping at least to catch Crowley’s eye.

“What’s his name?” asked the other man.

“Excuse me?”

“Your fiance. What’s his name?”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale answered automatically, fiddling with his bowtie. “Anthony Crowley."

“Tim Brown,” the man introduced himself, extending his hand in greeting. “I own the shop across the way. Brown’s World of Carpets. You’ve heard of me?”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ao3 #fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale is in love #crowley is in love #ineffable idiots #fake engagement #fake relationship

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ripley95 · 7 days

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A Spectre's Proposal

Pairing: f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Story Length: 55K

Summary:

In the sequel to "Echoes of Old Embers" more than a year has passed since the Reaper War ended, and Kaidan and Jane have settled right into domestic life while they contribute to the rebuilding efforts on Earth. As normalcy begins to set in, so do old problems. News hits of piracy out in the Traverse when the Council calls on them for a secret mission only the two of them can fulfil. The nature of the mission leads them to think about what they want from their relationship.

Complete and ready to read on AO3

#f!shenko #f!shepard #kaidan alenko #mass effect fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #romance #fake engagement #my writing #echoes of old embers #a genuine counterfeit

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jhalya · 9 months

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💍👑 Galadriel did not think that scaring off suitors with her made-up engagement to Mairon, now the Dark Lord of Mordor, would land her in any kind of trouble. [An Unfinished Tale]

🎁 For @spiderres

🔗 Read the rest on AO3

#haladriel #saurondriel #martanis

#haladriel #martanis #saurondriel #an unfinished tale #new wip just dropped #fake engagement #becomes all to real

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mysticraven20 · 20 days

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Chapter 5: Made for Each Other

@adrinetteapril

Excerpt:

“You know as much as I do, Pine is better than Pratt!”

“But neither beat Hemsworth!”

“What started this conversation again?” Marinette looked quizzically between Alya and Anthony, before grabbing a hand of popcorn and shoving it into her mouth.

After the date - which wouldn’t be out of place on an episode of Punk’d - Marinette had called in her besties (well, two out of the three) to come and help her forget her mortification. Would it be unethical to give up the Miracle Box just to gain amnesia and forget about tonight?

“Just look at his butt, Marinette! No one can come close to that,” Anthony said, dramatically pointing at the screen. Oh yes! When you’ve had a bad date, nothing beats the scene in Thor: Love and Thunder when Thor’s clothes get ripped off – and reveal something that isn’t exactly Chris Hemsworth. Cue the drool!

“If that actually is his butt!” Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, Alya not missing a beat to jump on what she’d just said.

“Hold up!” She snorted. “Are you telling me that butt is our very own Buttercup?”

With her hands remaining over her mouth, Marinette shook her head aggressively side to side. She watched Anthony pause the screen and then stand up, walking towards it and tilting his head to the side. “That’s Adrien’s butt? How did I not know! I look at it enough.”

Yep, she was going to relinquish the box and forget about this day. Could it actually get any worse?

Continue reading here

#adrienette #ladynoir #marinettedupaincheng #adrienagreste #miraculous #adrinette #adrinette always and forever #adrinetteapril2024 #fake dating #fake engagement

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 10 months

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It's Just Pretend

Chapter 1: Hear Me Out!

Summary: Lance and Keith are fresh out of college. They are already "living" the post-graduate dream. Well paying jobs in their respective fields. Solid friendships, just one thing is getting in their way. They need an apartment as soon as possible. Everywhere they look goes with another couple.

An idea given by a friend leads these two boys into a fake engagement just to score an apartment.

They find an apartment quickly, but will the engagement stay fake forever?

AO3!

Word Count: 1,733

Hey everyone, I'm back with another random fic!

I've been wanting to write this for a while and finally started a month ago <3 (Shout out to @shirokeithpidgearemybesties for motivating me to write <3333)

Enjoy~

“Oh that’s fine, thank you for getting back with us,” Lance rubbed his eyes as the person on the other end of the phone apologized once more. “Have a good night.” He ended the call, leaning his head back with a groan.

“What did they say?” Keith asked in a knowing tone.

Lance cleared his throat, raising his voice an octave to match the person on the phone. “So sorry Mister McClain, but we rented the apartment to someone else.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “we make three times the rent combined! We were more than qualified.”

“Tough market I guess.” Lance slipped his phone back into his pocket, “I’m going to get a drink. Need anything while I’m out?”

Keith shook his head, reaching for his laptop. “I’ll be looking at some more places while you’re gone.”

Lance nodded, moving to grab his keys and slip his shoes on. “You’re the best man.” He unlocked the door, “be home later.” And while a mumbled goodbye he clicked the door closed and started down the hall.

---

He slammed his glass down, grimacing around the bitter liquid. “I just don’t get it, Adam. What are we doing wrong?!”

The bartender slid him another shot, grabbing his other glass. “Sounds to me like nothing.”

Lance groaned, resting his head on the cold wood. “We are freshly graduated, both make way more than the ‘required’ renters amount. Is it because we’re young?! Do people think we’re party animals?!”

Adam shrugged as he started to polish some glasses. “Could be several things. It’s hard to say.”

“You’re no help.”

“I’m a bartender, not a real estate agent.” He placed the glass he was holding down. Grabbing a new one right after. “How much longer can you and your roommate stay in your current housing?”

“Another month max. It’s student housing, they’re going to kick us out once the semester starts.”

“Running out of time.”

Lance sighed. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. Each one we applied to just gets taken right from under us.”

“Maybe it has to do with how you present yourselves,” Adam said with a bored expression.

Lance shook his head. “We always shower before and wear nice clothes. We make sure we look responsible and put together.”

Adam hummed. “Maybe they just want couples.”

“What?”

“Like married couples? Some studies have started to look at that.”

“They legally can’t discriminate like that.” Lance downed his other drink.

Adm shook his head. "They actually can." He stared at the other boy for a moment before sighing. "Look,” he placed the glass he was polishing down. Placing his hands on the countertop, the towel draped on his right shoulder. “I moved in with my fiance after our engagement. Our other friends did the same. So I’m not sure what your experience is but we didn’t have any place to turn us down. And neither did our friends.”

“Way to rub it in my face, I'm single.” He slid the cup to Adam. “If I ever get engaged I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adam grabbed his glass, “fake it.”

“What?”

“You and your roommate, fake it. Just for the sake of finding a place.”

Lance stared at his bartender. Slowly blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, did you get drunk instead? What are you saying?”

Adam sent him a small smile, “where did you get confused?”

Lance laughed. “My roommate would never be okay with that.” He stood, fishing for $20 out of his wallet. “We’ll find a place. By next week. We’ll have a place.”

---

One Week Later

“Any updates?” Adam slid two shots toward Lance and Hunk.

Hunk sent him a smile while Lance quickly downed his drink. “Two more rejections.”

Adam whistled, “New weekly record?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Lance crossed his arms and rested them on the table. Dropping his head on them. “It's hopeless, we’re going to be homeless at this rate!”

“Take a breath man, you two will find something.” Hunk rubbed Lance’s back, trying to soothe his friend.

“Easy for you to say, you and Shay scored a place months ago,” Lance grumbled back.

“I don’t know what we did differently,” Hunk said. Sounding a bit exasperated. A conversation they had numerous times.

Lance looked at Adam who was giving him a knowing look. “Nope nope nope,” he lifted his head. Pointing his finger at the man behind the bar. “Don’t even suggest that again.”

“Suggest what?” Hunk asked.

“What does Shay have that neither you nor your roommate has?” Adam sent a smile toward Lance.

Lance mumbled out an answer.

“I’m sorry what?” Adam leaned forward slightly.

Lance sighed. “A ring.”

“Three for three,” Adam said, leaning back some while crossing his arms.

Lance sighed, “I need another drink.”

---

“No, absolutely not.” Keith crossed his arms, sending Lance a stern look.

“Come on mullet! It’s just pretending.”

Keith stared at his roommate, his face unchanged. “No.”

Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“I’m not pretending to be married to you.”

“Engaged.”

“Right…engaged. Because there is such a difference.” Keith scoffed.

“There is.”

They both fell into a stiff silence. Neither of them dared to break it. Lance chewed on his inner cheek, his hands fidgeting by his upper thighs. Keith stared at the floor, his feet hanging off his bed. Lance sighed, “Keith, buddy, my man. It could work, we can just try it-”

“No,” Keith slid off his bed. He moved to slip on his shoes. “Don’t bring that idiotic idea up again.” He left the room with a slam.

Lance sat on his bed and mumbled under his breath. “We’re never going to find a place.”

---

One Week Later

Keith stormed into the room, curses being sputtered quietly. Lance sat up, lifting his headphone off his right ear. “Yo, what got you pissed off?”

The other boy fished his phone from his pocket. Shoving it in Lance’s face. A rejection email meeting his blue eyes. Lance groaned. “We’re running out of options.”

Keith took his phone away and paced the room. His hands found a home in his hair. “We only have two weeks left, what are we going to do?!”

“Well-”

He stopped and pivoted towards Lance. “No.”

Lance raised his hands in the air, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking about it.”

"Keith,” Lance stood from where he was laying. “What do we have to lose?”

“My pride,” he mumbled as he flopped on his bed. Sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

“You lost that long ago.”

Kieth scoffed. “When?”

Lance raised his eyebrows at him as if the answer was obvious. “Ah-hem. One word, six letters.”

“Stop-”

“M U L-”

“STOP!”

“L E T. MULLET-” Lance sat up from his bed, Keith following suit.

“I don’t have a mullet,” Keith ran his fingers through his hair. Yanking at the long locks, a groan of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Sure buddy,” Lance sent him a tense smile.

Keith dropped his hands, “how would it even work? Pretending to be…together.”

Lance giggled. “You don’t have to sound so scared of the idea.”

“I don’t like intimacy.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest. Trying to keep his posture stoic.

“Keith my man. My buddy,” Lance stood and took a couple of steps to his roommate's bed. Sitting down next to him, casually throwing his arm over his shoulder. He pulled him closer so his head was almost forced to rest on Lance’s shoulder. “It’s not real. That’s why it’s ‘fake.’ All we have to do is say we’re engaged, and make up some ‘this is where we met’ story. Which, we can say we met at in college-”

“We did,” Keith mumbled.

“See! One step is already done. You’re so smart.” Lance squeezed him tighter, raising his voice into a mushy tone.

“Lance!”

He laughed and loosened his hold. “We can use our actual friendships as the timeline for our relationship. Maybe get a fake ring for one of us and let me do the talking. No kissing, at least on the lips, and holding hands and hugs are the max we will do around others. It’s not torture, it’s just pretend.”

Keith didn’t reply, his breathing low and evening. He was mulling it over. Weighing the pros and cons as if his life depended on it.

“Take the night and consider it? I’m meeting Hunk for dinner.” Lance made his way to the door, grabbing his signature green jacket as he slipped his shoes on. “Later, Mullet.” He twisted the handle, reaching for his keys as he opened the door.

“We can try it.”

“Hm?” Lance froze, his eyes falling on Keith.

Keith sighed, his eyes burning the ground. “We can try it. But only for a week.”

Lance grinned. “See you later then…. Babe.” He closed the door, not missing Keith’s groan of regret.

---

“All of the appliances are brand new, top of the line. It comes with both a washer and a dryer. All utilities are included in the rent. Any pets are an additional $25 a month each and each apartment comes with two numbered parking spots. Any additional vehicles just need to park in the uncovered lot.” The girl, Nyma, stopped in the kitchen. Placing her binder on the white marble countertop.

“This is really…wow this is gorgeous.” Lance walked through the living room once more, leaving Keith in the kitchen. “Babe, what do you think about it?” He glanced toward Keith who was staring out one of the windows. “Baby?”

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance, and a small blush formed on his face before he cleared his throat. “It’s perfect.”

Nyma looked between them, her eyes gleaming. “Are you two interested?”

Lance nodded excitedly as he made his way over to his friend. “My fiance and I have been looking for a place for months but none of them have come close to this.” He intertwined their hands together, his thumb unconsciously rubbing along the backside of Keith’s hand. Unaware of the tension Keith held in his body over the touch.

“How long have you two been together?”

Keith froze, but Lance took charge. “Four years together, but one year engaged.” He sent Keith a smile who nodded.

Nyma grinned, moving to open her binder. “Let me talk you through the application.”

They were approved that night.

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I'm aiming for a biweekly update, but I do work full time so I write when I have energy <3

I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading <33333

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lexxwithbooks · 8 months

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📖: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒔 (𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 #2) 🏈🤠

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keira63fic · 8 months

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this love is pretend (who are we kidding?) (1/1)

Best friends Alina and Aleksander make a game of faking proposals at restaurants to see what complimentary food they might be offered. But when a video of one of the proposals makes it back to their families, the pair are forced to go along with the charade until they find a way to break the news that it’s all pretend.

For day three of Darklina Week

#aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #darkling x alina #shadow and bone #the grisha trilogy #the darkling #grisha trilogy fanfic #modern au #fake engagement #my fic

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amazingaa · 8 months

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CONTRATO DE CASAMENTO

✨Olivia e Sebastian em seu infelizes para sempre ✨

CAPÍTULO NOVO HOJE ÀS 18H, SÓ NO WATTPAD:

w.tt/3fF10dt

tropes: rivais para amantes, noivado de mentira, grumpy x sunshine

#contratodecasamento #originais #histórias originais #autores #autor nacional #books #livros #writing #escrita #wattpad #fake engagement #rivals-to-lovers #leitura #literatura nacional

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son in law - E.M. College AU!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: after living in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska for your whole life, you can't wait to graduate from high school and move to California for college. but life as a college student isn't quite what you expect, and you find yourself becoming unlikely friends with your sworn enemy/dorm neighbor. based on the 1993 movie by the same name (which i am not proud to have watched lmao)

Warnings: none atm, but will update accordingly :)

Word Count: 2k

Notes: slightly out-of-character eddie. also, this is my first published fic, so apologies for any spelling/grammar errors!

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Chapter 1: Old Endings, New Beginnings

4 years ago, I stood on this stage and welcomed you all in as young seeds; fresh-eyed, hopeful, and excited for the continuation of your academic journey. Now as I look out on the students of McKinley High School , I see a group of beautiful flowers that have blossomed into adults - ready for their next adventure: “life.”

You nervously fidgeted with your hands as Principal Hodges continued his droning speech, dreading the next words that were just about to come out of his mouth.

And without further ado, I’m proud to present your valedictorian for the 1989 class of McKinley High…

You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Y/N!

Your classmates cheered your name as you got up from your seat, smoothing out the itchy polyester fabric of the blue graduation robe and straightening the cap resting on the back of your head.

“Yeah Y/N! Woohoo!” A voice screamed from somewhere in the crowd. You recognized the voice instantly: your boyfriend of 3 years, John. A small smile crept onto your face as you finally reached the stairs of the stage, and walked up to the podium. You looked out into the faces of people you had known your whole life - people you loved, and ones you hated - and began to panic.

The sun was characteristically hot for May in the small town of Hemingford, Nebraska, and it only made your nerves skyrocket.

Think, Y/N. You’ve practiced this a hundred times. Just breathe.

A deep sigh escaped your lips. One speech. One, tiny little speech stood between you and freedom. Freedom from this small town you once loved but had grown to resent for its monotony, freedom from your overbearing but well-intentioned parents, and most importantly, the freedom to do whatever you wanted.

Your whole life, you had been Little Miss Perfect. Straight A’s since kindergarten, Student Council President and Valedictorian of your graduating class, and future Pre Med student at UCLA. Your parents never explicitly said they expected perfection from you, but there was an unspoken expectation of flawlessness that constantly gnawed at you. And not only were you academically perfect, but you were the "It Girl” of Hemingford. You always had plenty of friends, a star football-player boyfriend, and led the McKinley cheer squad for 3 full years as its Captain. Everything perfect. Just perfectly perfect. You wondered if you could keep that standard of perfection up in college, or if you even wanted to.

“Today,” your voice rang out into the expansive corn field your graduation ceremony was held, “I would like to talk about change.”

The crowd was still silent, some kids yawning. You waited for a sign to continue, but none came. You continued,

“It’s all around us. Change. It happens whether we want it,”

You thought of how much you simultaneously dreaded and looked forward to that drive to California.

“Or not.”

Your eyes darted to your family in the crowd. Your mom, dad, brother, and grandpa. Rose, your mom, looked on the verge of tears while your dad, Adam, comforted her.

Your focus shifted to John, who was still beaming in the crowd. As much as you cared for him, you knew he had no desire of leaving Hemingford. He’d be perfectly content to stay here for the rest of his life: become a farmer like his father, marry some poor soul who’d pop out a half-dozen babies, and die here. The thought of rotting away here made your skin crawl.

“Change. Are we ready for it?”

You knew you were.

“I think so. We are poised and prepared for our future, ready to embrace new people, places and ideas. In short, we are ready for the challenge of life.”

A student let out a loud snore in the audience, garnering a pause from you and a nudge from another graduate.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at us. This student body - we are the future. We are the McKinley Tigers!” You shouted, taking the cap from your head and throwing it into the air above you.

The students all clamored at once to get up, celebrating their graduation and following suit with their own caps.

It was official. You had graduated from Small-Town High and were leaving for good.

Your words echoed in your head.

Change… are we ready for it?

Ready or not, change was coming faster than you could ever imagine.

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Clothes were strewn over your floor as you shoved as many t-shirts as you could into your suitcase. After much struggle, you finally were able to zip the suitcase shut, tiredly tossing it onto the floor and trying to clean up the mess you had left.

“Y/N! Come downstairs, it’s almost time to leave!” Your mom bellowed up the bannister.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you muttered, throwing the remainder of dirty clothes into your large walk-in closet and forcing the door shut.

You began to do a mental check of everything you packed:

Makeup, check. Summer clothes, check. Jeans and jackets, check. Shoes, accessories, and jewelry, check.

This continued on for some time until you knew for sure everything was in one of the many mismatched and over-filled bags that were laying on your bedroom floor.

Just as you were about to grab your luggage and meet your mom at the foot of the stairs, you were startled by the sound of a knock at your second-floor window. Whipping around with your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you were only slightly relieved when you saw it was your boyfriend, John.

Letting out a huff and rolling your eyes, you moved to unlatch and open the window. He crawled in with a smirk on his face, and immediately went to kiss you. On any other day, you would have relished at the feeling of his lips on yours, but now it only made you upset. You knew his sudden appearance would make your departure late - and that would make your mom angry, which was infinitely worse. Still, you kissed him back with force, and broke the kiss after a moment.

“C’mon John, you kissed me like I’m going to be gone for 3 years, not 3 months,” you giggled, wrapping him in a hug.

He broke eye contact with you, a flourish of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Yeah, I know. I’m just going to miss you. You know that, babe.”

“And I’m going to miss you too. But Thanksgiving break will come sooner than you think,” you said, motioning to the suitcases on the floor. “Oh, while you’re here, can you help me bring these out to the van?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

He laughed, giving a slight bow,

“Anything for you, m’lady.”

You two made quick work of the luggage in your room, and soon everything was packed haphazardly into the back of your parents’ van. Just as you were about to take your seat in the car, John enveloped you in a hug.

“Promise me,” he started, “that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek, “Seriously, John. How much can really change in just 3 months?”

More than you could ever imagine.

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Your eyes flitted open and you did a double take as you saw the sign outside the window of your car:

‘Welcome to UCLA!’

Your heart began to palpitate as you realized you were here. All the months you sat in your room back in Nebraska daydreaming about college, and you were finally here. Your mom and dad shouted at each other about where parking was for family-move-in and your brother was poking you in the arm, but you didn’t pay attention to any of it. You only woke up from your panicked trance when your dad called your name and shook your arm.

“Y/N, honey, it’s time to unload the car.”

Now awake, you were acutely aware of the pure chaos around you. A loudspeaker somewhere nearby blasted out unintelligible words as droves of students with their families pushed through your own.

“Lord have mercy, we’re never gonna get through here, Adam.” Your mom huffed out, picking up a few pieces of luggage and motioning for the rest of your family to do the same.

Your dad tried to calm her down, “Don’t worry, Rose, it’ll all work out. Once we’re in her actual building, everything will be more quiet and organized, you’ll see.”

Tired of your family shouting insults at each other and embarrassing you on the first day, you walked ahead to find your dorm room and hopefully meet your roommate.

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Inside, the situation was even more chaotic. Parents were barking at each other, students were yelling to be heard over the droning sound of move-in-day. Worst of all though, you heard metal music blaring from one of the countless doors in the hallway. You despised heavy metal bands, and wanted nothing more than to find your room, throw the covers over your head, and stay there for the rest of the semester if at all possible.

This is nothing like what I thought college was, you thought to yourself. All the movies you had seen portrayed college as a picturesque utopia for the average teenager. Every student on the dorm floor knew the others’ names, everyone got along, and there was absolutely NO heavy metal music. You looked down at the printed map in front of you, searching for your dorm amid the sea of students. Distracted, you didn’t even notice when another student was directly in your path, causing you both to collide and fall to the floor in a sea of scattered paper.

You thought your mood couldn’t get any worse. You were wrong.

You angrily brushed off your plaid skirt and picked up the sheets you dropped as a hand reached out to help you up.

“Woah, you gotta watch where you’re going. Don’t want to be running into people like that on your first day of college,” a male voice chuckled.

Your eyes darted up in annoyance to view who so rudely knocked you over as you tentatively grabbed his hand for leverage. He was somewhere around 6’ with curly brown hair and a stupid grin on his face. As he helped you up, his shirt - from some shitty rock group you had never heard of - rode up a bit past his wrist and you noticed several tattoos on his arm.

If only my parents could see this. I think they’d pull me out right now and send me on a one-way-trip back to Nebraska, you noted in your head. And to be quite frank, you wouldn’t be too upset with that scenario.

He looked at you expectantly for a moment, until you realized you were still holding onto his hand. You quickly pulled it back, wiping your palm onto your skirt. This is absolutely humiliating.

“Don’t worry,” you said cooly. “I can take care of myself just fine on my own.”

This time, he laughed out loud. “Yeah, I can see that,” he said, putting his hand out once more towards you, but this time to shake.

“The name’s Eddie Munson. UCLA Junior and RA on duty in Wilson Hall. If you ever need help in the rare case that you can’t take care of yourself on your own, I’m just down the hall in room 213,” he pointed to the room the metal music you noticed earlier was coming from.

You stifled a laugh. That explains a lot.

“Tempting offer, but I have to be going now. You know, luggage to unpack and such,” you began to walk down the hallway to find your room again, leaving Eddie alone.

Let’s see… 204, 206, 208, 210, 21…

An immense feeling of dread fell upon you as you landed at the front of your door. You frantically checked the information sheet in your hand to see if you had just made a mistake:

‘Y/LN, Y/N… Wilson Hall… Room 212’

As you felt like the entire world was crushing in on you, a hand came up to rest on your shoulder.

“Welcome to Wilson Hall…”

You turned around, ready to throw up.

Eddie Munson stood there, a shit-eating smug grin on his face.

“Neighbor.”

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A/N: and that's the end of Chapter 1! I honestly don't know if I'm going to write more chapters, It kind of depends on if this does well lmao. but if i do, i promise there will be more eddie in future chapters. i appreciate any feedback you have and comments!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie x reader #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 4 #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie muson fic #eddie munson stranger things #this movie is a warning in of its self #i beg of you dont watch the original movie its so bad #college au #fake engagement #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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overworkedunderwhelmed · 1 year

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The Rules of Engagement - Master Post

Fic is now complete!

Summary: When tragedy sends Adrien Agreste racing back to Paris to run his father’s fashion house, Marinette doesn’t expect much from her very new, very rich boss. At least not until she is set up on a blind date with a very familiar face.

Much to her surprise, Adrien Agreste was hiding far more secrets behind his stoic business-like mask of temporary CEO. Maybe as many secrets as she had been trying to hide for years.

As they grow closer, Marinette fears her mask isn’t nearly as foolproof. Day after day, it gets harder for her to keep all her secrets well hidden from the surprisingly sweet man who insisted on staying by her side as often as possible.

Only she couldn’t afford to fail. Not when her biggest secret could spell the end of the job she’d dreamed about for years.

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#miraculous ladybug #ml love square #ladynoir #adrinette #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fake dating #no powers AU #business proposal AU #fake engagement #just one bed

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princessofbookaholics · 1 year

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A Not So Meet Cute by Meghan Quinn (2021)

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ripley95 · 17 days

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A Spectre's Proposal

Chapter 1

Pairing: f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Chapter Length: 3.1K

Summary:

More than a year has passed since the Reaper War ended, and Kaidan and Jane have settled right into domestic life while they contribute to the rebuilding efforts on Earth. As normalcy begins to set in, so do old problems. News hits of piracy out in the Traverse when the Council calls on them for a secret mission only the two of them can fulfil. The nature of the mission leads them to think about what they want from their relationship.

Read the full chapter on AO3

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Jane woke up to her alarm in protest. She forced her eyes open despite wishing she could go back to sleep. It was a Tuesday. The worst day of the week. No longer rested from the weekend, and still with the majority of the week left to go.

This was never a problem she had on active duty. There was always so much to do that the days blurred together and the concept of regular sleeping hours was a fabrication. There was no such thing as a weekend, and they were lucky to get shore leave whenever it was granted. To have to wake up for a morning shift still felt so foreign, but here she was, still working the desk job that was assigned to her by Admiral Hackett almost exactly a year ago upon her return to Vancouver after the war. The only difference is that now it was a choice she made to stay here, rather than her only option.

When she was initially assigned the role, it was because her injuries from the war prevented her active status, but since then, she’d gone through rigorous physical therapy on top of her endurance and strength training. She ensured her certifications were up to date. She was fit for duty if she wanted it, but she and Kaidan decided they didn’t mind taking some time for themselves before getting back into it. It gave them a chance to reconnect without being pulled away on different assignments, desperate for some shore leave together. Being tied to a desk may not have been her first choice, but it granted them real and genuine time together, which was a gift she’d take a thousand times over.

As it was, there was no war to speak of, making the decision to stay at a desk a little more palatable, and this way, they got to carpool to work together. They ate lunch together most days and came home to each other every night. They went hiking up Grouse Mountain and went swimming in English Bay. And they even got to spend holidays with Kaidan’s family in the Interior. In fact, they’d be going back there soon for his sister’s one-year anniversary. Kaidan showed her Vancouver, and they took their time to appreciate life while still being able to contribute to the rebuilding efforts, of which there weren’t many left to speak of. Things were almost back to normal at this point. The relays were mostly repaired. The Citadel was back up and functioning in its new location over London. Things were better than she ever could have dreamed of, even if her job was a little monotonous and she hated waking to an alarm.

Jane was starting to feel sleep pull her under again when she finally fought against it. She’d spent enough time procrastinating in bed. Sun was already lighting up their room, and work beckoned. She turned over to see Kaidan’s side of the bed was already empty and tucked in as much as possible with her still sleeping on the other side. Jane smiled at the thought and how ingrained the habit was for him to do it even while she still occupied half the space. She stood up and tucked in her own side of the bed, not wanting to get a reputation for being the sloppy one, even though, of the two of them, she was definitely the one with that reputation already. When she was done, she went to take what was supposed to be a quick shower, and as with most mornings, she lost track of time. She got dressed in a hurry and ran to the kitchen. Her hair was still wet from the rush.

#f!shenko #f!shepard #kaidan alenko #mass effect fanfiction #fanfiction #mass effect #romance #fluff #fake engagement #my writing

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