fake dating

Originally posted by caroldanversmarvel

Keeping Up Appearances

Bucky x Reader

Fake Dating AU

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Summary: When an old friend comes back into your life you struggle to maintain the lies you’ve told. Bucky Barnes has no idea what he’s gotten into by agreeing to be your fake boyfriend, but you have no idea what to do about the very real feelings you have for him.

Manhattan glimmered in what remained of the day’s light. You could see it as you crossed the Manhattan bridge in Bucky’s car. It’s like it was mocking you, presenting places you remembered vividly, like how you would remember a dream right after waking up. You had hoped the memories, like your dreams, would fade over time until the specifics were so fuzzy it wasn’t worth trying to recall, but here they were cutting through your mind like sharp scissors.

Most of your Manhattan memories included Pepper. Shopping, dining, living, dancing, roaming the streets at three in the morning just to see who was awake; that was who you used to be.

Bucky let out a low whistle as he passes La Bernardin looking for a place to park. You quickly look down at your dress. You hoped Pepper didn’t recognize it, having helped you pick it out on one of your many shopping trips. The black fabric was only slightly faded and you hoped the lighting of the restaurant would stave off any notice. You quickly swiped your eyes over Bucky again, hair brushed and styled, shirt unwrinkled, he didn’t shave but you liked the way the stubble framed his full lips.

You hadn’t noticed he had pulled into a parking garage not far from La Bernardin until he was unbuckling his seat belt. You checked the time displayed on the dash before the car was shut off: 5:52 pm. You released yourself from the seat belt and turned your body awkwardly towards the driver’s seat prompting Bucky to remain in the car despite the air rapidly becoming hot and stuffy.

“Whatever level they reach we have to match it, otherwise it won’t look real.”

He nodded, but the look in his eyes told you he did not really take in the significance of your words. He hadn’t met Pepper, he doesn’t know the way she thinks.

“I’m serious. If they are holding hands, we have to hold hands. If they feed off of each other’s plates we do too. If they kiss-”

“I get it! I get it!” Bucky says with a laugh, escaping the uncomfortable heat of the car. You followed him out and took the slight slope down to the garage entrance.

“I do want to draw a line right now. If he starts sucking on her toes I’m not doing that. Feet creep me out.”

You shoved him lightly for his joke but didn’t protest when he came back to you so that your shoulders brushed closer than before. You needed his jokes, you needed his casual attitude to anchor you down. Was this how you always used to be? So on edge and guarded, thinking every word and action thoroughly before execution; how had you survived this. You didn’t you thought bitterly, you only prolonged the inevitable.

She was seated at the table already, facing the door and giving you no time to compose yourself or stop Bucky’s oogling as he took in the decor. You should have told him to act like he had been here before.

She waved, her movements the perfect mixture of relaxed and controlled, the wave of royalty. You lifted your hand back and wiggled a few fingers, feeling like your hand was too big all of a sudden and you realized your nails were still short and unpolished. You brought your hand quickly to your side. She stood as you reached the table and drew you into a hug.

“How are you?” She gushed, he voice loud in your ear but soft in the hush of the restaurant, “I’ve missed you so much. Come on, sit.”

Bucky, who had stood a respectable distance back as you reunited, strode forward as you parted. He grabbed the back of his chair and pulled it out, sitting before you. Pepper raised an eyebrow, in the minute way she did when she found something interesting. You lowered yourself into your chair next to Bucky and across from Pepper.

“So, where is he? I thought we were introducing boyfriends today.” You tried to play it off as a joke, keeping your smile affixed to your face, but inside you were fuming. If her boyfriend didn’t show up then you and your ‘boyfriend’ would be the main show for the evening and the facade wouldn’t make it through the first course.

“He’s running a little late.” Was all she said.

The waiter came around with sparkling water and a wine menu which you studiously ignored, needing your wits about you. Bucky didn’t seem interested in the wine or the water, and his face was becoming more and more of a grimace as his eyes read each line of the menu.

“Babe,” you called, the word sounding odd in your ears as you looked at Bucky, “introduce yourself to Pepper.” You added a subtle hand to his knee under the table, hoping he would respond to the pet name but ready to squeeze if his attention did not redirect to your friend.

He looked up and smiled wide, first at you, then at Pepper, “Bucky Barnes.”

His hand reached out dangerously between the glasses to shake hers. You watched Pepper accept his hand with grace and quirk her eyebrow just so again. You wanted to bang your head against the table. You wish you had had more time to coach Bucky, he didn’t even know the basics!

Pepper opened her mouth, as if to ask Bucky a question, but her eyes moved from him to just behind you. Her face broke out into a wide smile, her shining eyes crinkling. She looked so happy it took you aback. You turned slightly and watched the object of her attention stroll toward your table, head high and confidence palpable. It felt like he owned the room and very well might have, because he was Tony Stark. The Tony Stark!

“Holy shit.” Bucky muttered in disbelief, you should have scolded him with a glare or a squeeze to his knee but you were just as shocked. Tony Stark rounded the table, kissing the top of Pepper’s head before settling himself into the last empty seat at the table.

There were no need for introductions, everyone knew Tony Stark and Tony Stark didn’t care to know anyone but Pepper. He flagged down a random waiter and ordered a bottle of wine so quickly you couldn’t even catch the name. He must come here a lot or expect wherever he goes to have exactly what he wants.

“Sorry, conference call ran over. Did you order yet?” He said to Pepper and only to Pepper. You must not even register on his radar. You started when you felt an arm encircle your upper back. You turned to look at Bucky, the first time your eyes had left your latest dining guest. His head tilted slightly to the couple across from you and you noticed Tony’s arm draped over the back of Pepper’s chair as they spoke quietly. You turned back to Bucky and smiled with a nod of approval.

You breathed deeply and settled into the crook of Bucky’s arm, half wanting to seem at ease and half finding yourself actually at ease, feeling warm and comfortable as you inhaled the scent of his deodorant. It wasn’t expensive or heavily perfumed, in fact you were sure Bucky used Old Spice bought in packs of two or four but the smell mixed appealingly with his own scent and you breathed in deep and greedy wondering if you would ever get to be this close to him again, wondering if next time it could be because he wanted to and not just for show.

Tony proceeded to order for everyone when the waiter came back with the wine. You smiled in thanks as a glass was poured for you but did not touch the expensive alcohol. You continued to smile so politely it made your jaw hurt. You weren’t a fan of the oysters Tony got for the table.

“So how did this happen?” Bucky asked when the waiter left, his free hand moving back and forth between Peoper and Tony. Your hand, which you just realized was still on his knee, was warm and sweaty. You moved it up and down in short strokes along his pants to dry it.

“We actually met at a friend’s wedding in Scotland.” Pepper began with a gush of happiness, your painful smile relaxed. You were happy to see her so happy.

“We both knew the groom-” Pepper continued while Tony was leant back against his chair, sipping wine. His eyes remained only on Pepper behind his purple tinted glasses. They looked happy. They looked like they were in love. You hoped you and Bucky looked the same.

“-After a few months of long distance I ended my trip early and came back home to be with him.” She finished, bringing her body back against her seat and looking into Tony’s eyes. They were lost to the outside world for a few moments and you felt Bucky shift uncomfortably next to you. They broke their connection when Pepper turned to face you again.

“Tell me how you met. You have been so secretive about this one in your letters.” Pepper said with a finger trained towards Bucky.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your throat. You hadn’t thought of this, hadn’t come up with a cute story of how you two met. You were so screwed.

“We met when she moved in next door to me about two years ago.” Bucky began in your silence, “The day she moved in was very noisy. I could hear her all day though the wall of my bedroom. Around eleven I was in bed and I heard this loud banging that was rattling my wall. I got out of bed so pissed off and I stomped over to her door and banged just as loudly as she had been doing on my wall. She opened the door and all anger I felt melted away.” He looked over to you then as if you were the only two people in the room as he continued. “She just looked so adorable in her pajamas with her hair a mess. We got to talking and…here we are.”

Bucky was good. Very, very good. It wasnt the exact story. Yes, you had met the day you moved in and yes you had been hammering a few nails into the wall you didn’t know you shared with Bucky. But when Bucky came around banging on your front door late at night there was no beginnings to a love story. What you did could barely be considered talking it was more of a screaming match.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Do you? Because you’re the one banging on my door at almost midnight.”

“You’re the one banging on my wall at almost midnight.”

The whole thing ended with you slamming the door in Bucky’s face. Since then you had calmed down, especially as your friendship with Sam blossomed and you ended up seeing Bucky more and more. You realized Bucky was looking at you in soft amusement that to the others probably looked very romantic. You couldn’t help leaning forward and kissing his cheek whispering a thank you in his ear before pulling back.

“Cute.” Tony’s tone was short and clipped, like he didn’t think the story was that cute.

Pepper was watching you with interest, absently rubbing her pointer finger with her other hand.

“Such thin walls…” she mused, and your spine straightened, ready to find an excuse for your cheap apartment. Before the conversation could continue the first course of dinner was served and the table went silent as they ate or, in the case of Bucky, poke at the small, strange portions of food.

Throughout dinner and with each glass of wine Tony loosened up into a more engaged character. He was charismatic and a pleasant storyteller and kept Pepper’s attention off of you and Bucky effectively blocking any opportunity to delve too deeply into your relationship. The whole table was laughing along with a story Tony was telling about his trip to Machu Picchu and the alpaca who decided Tony was his new mother when the check arrived.

You had been dreading this part more than anything else. The time to pay hundreds of dollars for a meal Bucky barely ate and you could barely stomach around your nerves. You fingered your credit card with anticipation of being handed that small black booklet containing your check.

“Thank you Bradly.” Tony said to the waiter as he handed him a platinum card without making eyes contact. Your shoulders sagged in relief as Bradly walked away from the table.

“Thank you.” You said, hoping not to sound to relieved as you put away your card.

Tony nodded once and waved you off draining the last of his wine.

“Any friend of my fiance is a friend of mine.” He slurred. Pepper smacked his shoulder harshly.

“Tony!” Pepper chided. Her brows were furrowed in anger but her smile battled to win the feelings fight. She turned to you with a wide smile and pulled a chain from under her collar. Hanging from the end was a stunning, gold band with a large, sparkling diamond practically blinding you and it swung from the chain.

“Well, the secret is out. We’re engaged!” She squealed with delight practically bouncing in her seat.

“I can’t match that doll.” Bucky whispered hurridly in your ear before you rose out of your chair to join Pepper in her excitement.

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the stint is over so they stop hanging around each other so often, and rumor spreads that they've broken up. it doesn't help that they act like it, as baku flinches at the mention of todo and todo looks visibly saddened whenever baku is around. todo stares at baku from across the room often, looking forlorn on even the best of days. they avoid each other a lot, trying to get over a seemingly unrequited love. one night, shouto comes into the kitchen at night to find baku there. 1/2

2/2 he turns to leave but before he can make a quick escape back to his room, baku turns to see him standing in the doorway. “shouto… i mean. half n half. why are you here…?” the words are spoken soft and slow, and for the first time in a while, baku sounds like he’s unsure of himself. it’s uncharacteristic, and todo doesn’t know what to do. loud, prideful baku he can deal with. angry, confused baku he can handle. but a quiet and nervous baku is someone he hasn’t encountered before.

my heart can’t take this n i don’t wanna add to it bc its so sweet already but

todo manages to choke out that he was “there for a drink”. nodding once, bakugou gestures to the island for him to sit down. he complies as bakugou turns to the cupboards, making something that he can’t see. he finishes quickly, and slides a steaming mug across the counter. cradling it, he whispers his thanks and sips, even if only to prolong the inevitable.

the silence was thick between them, and todo could feel the weight of bakugou’s stare pressing on him. as a distraction, he asks “how did you know this was my favourite tea?” he can’t bring himself to make eye contact, not yet, he thought he was moving on from this-

“you told me. at the soba place you made me take you, as payment.” bakugou’s voice is still soft, but todo can hear the little smile in it. he wished he could see it, and he knows bakugou is backlit by the hazy moonlight. he would look ethereal, not that he doesn’t always, but he can’t keep hurting himself like this. “what, you think i wouldn’t remember? you take me for that much of an idiot, half n half?”

fuck. he’s fucked. he can’t do this, he can’t banter and pretend everything’s normal, he can’t stop the heat rising to his cheeks as he thinks about what it means for him to remember his favourite tea out of everything they spoke about (does that mean he cares?), and he definitely can’t act like he’s not absolutely in love with bakugou katsuki of all people.

“it’s not often that you prove me otherwise, katsuki.”

the reason why fake dating fics are so enjoyable is because they are a combination of slow burn and established relationship fics. the reader is able to picture what a relationship between the 2 characters is like, but there is still an element of suspense and a chance to develop this relationship because they are not actually dating. in this essay i will

we’ve all heard of the fake dating trope… but have u considered.. fake exes trope…..

  • ‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au
  • ‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au
  • ‘a mutual friend tried to introduce us, but we already knew each other from LARPing but we’re both too embarrassed to admit that so i jokingly said we used to date and oh god now our friend wont stop interrogating us about it’ au
  • ‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ au
  • ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’ au
  • ‘we’re contestants on a reality show and we kind of hate each other so the producers told us to pretend to be warring exes for the ratings so now we keep inventing crazier and crazier things the other did while we were dating’ au
i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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Supercorp Fake Dating AUs

half melted m&m’sbs13

  • Lena needs a fake wife in order to stay in the country, and Kara happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing says true love like marrying the boss your family hates, right? AU.

we are what we pretend to beC_AND_B

  • After the unrestricted office access, and the flowers, and the surprise visits to Catco, everyone just kinda starts to assume Kara and Lena are dating, and maybe they should let them. (AKA, Lena and Kara really just date whilst pretending they’re fake dating).

Luthor Escort Servicesuhpockuhlipz

  • Kara needs a last minute date to her sister’s wedding. Luthor’s Escort Services is there to help, but Lena is nothing like what Kara was expecting

Not Exactly Dating captain_golden

  • Lena’s panicked eyes met Kara’s. She furiously shook her head and put her finger up to her lips. And then she sighed. “Yes mother, someone is here with me.” Lena motioned for Kara to come closer. “It’s my- ah- girlfriend. She’s a reporter with CatCo.” Lena looked at Kara pleadingly.

in the sunisawet

  • Lena needs a date and Kara needs a job. (fake dating supercorp)

call on me, darlingecho_wolf

  • A fake engagement between the CEO of L-Corp and her assistant? Nothing could possibly go wrong. Feelings couldn’t possibly be caught.

let me be your rulerlostariels

  • When Kara unexpectedly comes to find herself on the throne of Krypton, she soon finds herself being part of an even bigger plan that was set into motion by her dead parents, when she was a child. A secret contract was made, arranging a marriage between Kara Zor-El, Princess of Krypton, and Lena Luthor, Princess of Thorul, and now the two girls have to hold up her end of the bargain or risk losing their titles and lives of luxury if they don’t. Begrudgingly, the two girls have no choice but to agree to the arranged marriage, and the fake relationship then ensues in the public eye. It’s not as easy as it seems though, to bluff their way through a relationship with the whole world watching, and Kara and Lena are too stubborn for their own good, finding themselves butting heads at every turn. Especially when feelings and pride get thrown into the mix.

As luck would have itspacemanearthgirl

  • Who knew that bumping into a stranger in a bar could turn into this? Or Kara meets Lena at a bar then Lena pretends to be her girlfriend to get rid of Mike.

Oblivious BiJane

  • Lena has a crush on Kara. Lena’s too afraid to tell Kara. Obviously, the only solution is to make Kara jealous by dating Supergirl.

Need that picture of youorangefish19

  • The one where Kara gets shot, kiss the girl and they have to pretend to date because someone had a camera.

Disconnect / Reconnect Turtlelady9

  • Slight Alternative Universe. Set about a year after Luthors. After a year of not seeing or speaking with Lena Luthor at all, Kara Danvers receives an unexpected phone call that her wife Lena Luthor-Danvers and baby daughter Zara were admitted to the hospital in Metropolis after a car accident. Are the ladies really married? Is Lena’s daughter also Kara’s? Follow Kara on her journey to figure out what’s going on. Will Lena know what’s going on after she wakes up from her injuries?

The ProposalAlexdanverswrites

  • Lena Luthor is a cold, callous editor in chief at one of the top publishing companies in the world. Kara is her long-suffering assistant who hopes to be an editor one day. When Lena faces the threat of deportation, she makes Kara an offer. The job of her dreams in exchange for one thing: her hand in marriage.
Love Retreat (Part 2)

Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU)

Word Count: 2,561

Warnings: None.

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A/N: So, this was so easy and fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this part ^^ 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

After everyone said their goodbyes at the restaurant, Bucky dropped you off at your front door. Despite not broaching the subject for the rest of dinner, you brought it up once Bucky went in to hug you and bid you a good night.

“Bucky, I know we all got hyped about the trip, but if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to,” you said, feeling that you were bothering him about it. Bucky had his own life, he had things to do.

Bucky rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Dude, don’t even mention it. I’ll be happy to go. I don’t think we’ve spent time alone together ever since our senior trip.”

“Yeah, because everyone else paired off.” You scowled, remembering how Peggy and Steve had decided to stay behind in a secluded corner of the theme park you had visited. Sam and Nat had disappeared right after. It had been only you and Bucky. And Bucky had made sure you didn’t miss anyone else. You still cherished those memories; still had the pictures you had taken with Bucky stuck in the mirror of your dresser. They made you smile whenever you remembered to look at them.

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fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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Here’s the thing. I had to make it look like I liked you, so somebody else won’t think I like them.

What if we let people think that we were actually together?

A Pretty Good Pair

it just turned midnight here in the UK, which means IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!! have some destiel fluff, 2.7k of fake relationship goodness, on the house :DDD

read it here on AO3 if you’d prefer!


“Sir, I’m sorry, but we really need the table…”

“Five more minutes,” Castiel said. “Just five.”

He checked his phone under the table as the waiter walked away.


His boss, on his left, gave an impatient sigh.

“Castiel, we should just order,” Naomi said. Across the table, her partner Bartholomew gave a curt nod. Castiel swallowed hard.

“He’ll be here,” he said. “He just -”

“Got stuck in traffic,” said a voice behind Castiel, and then there was a light kiss being pressed to his cheek, and he was turning to find Dean Winchester standing above him and squeezing his shoulder. “Sorry, Cas. I’m here. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

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