Author:Anonymous

Pairing(s):Jinkook

Word Count:41k

Rating:T

Type:Collage/University AU, Fake Dating AU

Summary:

in which jeon jungkook passionately insists that he is straight but ends up with a boyfriend

Read on AO3

Admin’s Note: this is literally one of the b e st fake dating au’s i’ve ever read,, it’s so well written and the dynamic between each of the characters is so amazing tbh if you haven’t read this you’re missing out 

- Admin han 

Hello I am looking for a taekook Fanfic from ao3… I lost the link while I was still reading it and I need closure … Taekook are just fuck buddies .. tae is jimins room mate .. gukk asks tae to pretend that he is his boyfriend in front of his family so that his mom and all leave him alone ..
Tae is acting but somewhere along the line tae starts developing feelings for gukk.. he starts cooking for him and taking care of him during exams..
Then during one of gukky’s cousin’s wedding they kiss…and gukk becomes awkward and cuts off tae completely..
Doens’t answer his texts and stuff..
And tae meets him at a party where he informs him that he told his family they broke up already…
Please help me find this fic

there was only one fic i could find that had both fwb and fake dating so i hope that’s the one you were looking for 

Riptidebynovilunar(12k, E) 

- admin han 

@jaune-chat​ requested:

AU.

“You can go.”

The words are difficult for Lan Wangji to say. But they must be said, and more importantly, not saying them is even more unbearable.

“I … what?” Wei Ying is a few steps behind him, too close still. Lan Wangji wants to put an ocean between them.

“You can go,” he repeats, glad his voice is always cold, glad no one save his brother can read his emotions. “We’ve achieved the purpose of this arrangement. There is no need for you to pretend further.”

It’s the logical step. Their aim was to repel the advances of a certain persistent sect leader’s equally persistent daughter, and at last she has left Cloud Recesses in a storm of anger and informed her father that no, she very well will not be marrying that. Lan Wangji regrets not being able to reject her through more conventional means, but she really was quite persistent.

Thus, there is no reason why Wei Ying should stay. He’s complained often of staying in Cloud Recesses, so this release will be a great comfort to him. Lan Wangji focuses on that as much as he can manage. It keeps his mind off the painful twinge in his chest and the feeling that he’s sending the sunlight away.

“So what, just like that? It’s over?” Wei Ying’s voice is strained with incredulity. It must be the suddenness of it all that shocks him. “I’ve done you the favor, so now scram back to Yunmeng?”

So he’s decided to make this as difficult for Lan Wangji as possible. This is not entirely surprising. “I did not say ‘scram,’” he clarifies. “I thank you for your help, but it is no longer needed, so please feel free to return home.”

He can’t turn to face him. It takes restraint just to stand here and say the words. If he turns, he fears what he might do.

“Oh, I see.” Wei Ying’s voice is loud behind him, frustration behind the words. “I’m no longer needed, huh? Well, that’s just fine with me. I’ll head home then. See if I ever come back here again.”

“Why are you angry?” Lan Wangji asks.

“No reason! I have no reason to be angry! I’m going home like you told me to.” Wei Ying pauses. “Seriously, you are so sick of me that you can’t even look at me, Lan Zhan? I thought we were at least friends. Has it been that intolerable, then, standing close to me, putting your arms around me? Do I have terrible breath, that you can’t even look at me and say goodbye?”

It hasn’t been intolerable. Not in the slightest.

Lan Wangji shuts his eyes tight, mustering up the last of his courage. He turns.

Wei Ying’s face is illuminated by the faraway sunset. Dark shadows and golden edges. His hair dances in the mountain breeze. Lan Wangji wants him so badly it’s hard to breathe. “Is this better?” he manages to say.

Wei Ying frowns. “I suppose,” he says coldly. “Well, I’ll go get my things and head out, then.” He turns on his heel and stomps away several paces. Lan Wangji watches him go and feels the world grow cold.

No more, he thinks as Wei Ying retreats. No more of a lanky arm interlinked with his, no more of the sunny smile aimed at him. No more embracing Wei Ying and feeling all that warmth seep into him like a sunrise. And the kiss that Lan Wangji had to remind himself over and over was intended for one woman’s eyes, but that had felt real in every possible way – he will never have that again.

He lifts his hand. Wei Ying’s name starts to rise in his throat.

Wei Ying turns before he can say anything.

“You know what, Lan Zhan? I’m not done with you,” Wei Ying declares, stomping back to him with determination etched on his face. “I know the face you put on, you know. I know how you try to be ice-cold. But you don’t fool me one bit.”

He closes the gap between them, points a finger, and pokes Lan Wangji in the chest. “You had fun,” he declares. “You were having the time of your life, parading me around like your favorite trophy of war. Putting your arms around me. You liked that. Even if it was just because you were getting away with fooling someone, you had a good time.”

Lan Wangji’s reflex is to say, ridiculous. He can say no such thing now. He stares, holding himself stiffly to keep from doing something he’ll surely regret.

Wei Ying’s face is still shadowed from the backlight, but Lan Wangji can see the rose tint rise in his cheeks. “You at least owe me a drink. And an explanation.”

“Explanation of what?” He can barely spit out the words. His hands itch to clench into fists.

Wei Ying hesitates, just for a moment, and he averts his eyes. Lan Wangji watches the resolution build in his features. When he turns back, his glare is sharper than a blade.

“Explain,” he says in a low, measured voice, “why it didn’t feel like you were pretending.”

He might as well have impaled Lan Wangji on the point of a sword. He had prepared for every contingency, but it never occurred to him that Wei Ying would be able to read him so well. He takes in a sharp breath.

“You felt something,” Wei Ying goes on. “You felt something when you held me. When you kissed me, Lan Zhan! I was there. I know what I felt.” He searches Lan Wangji’s face. “You have feelings for me. I know you do.” The determination on his face fades, almost imperceptibly, but Lan Wangji is conscious of every minuscule movement of his face.  "You have to.“

His face, in the shifting shadows, is pleading. There’s uncertainty in his eyes. Lan Wangji watches them waver, still frozen to the spot. He doesn’t dare believe the implications of what he’s hearing.

Wei Ying averts his eyes. "Or maybe I just made a huge fool of myself,” he mumbles. “Lan Zhan, it’s getting late. Can I stay one more night before I set out? I won’t be a bother.”

The doubt on his face crushes Lan Wangji’s resolve. Even if Wei Ying isn’t saying what he hopes he’s saying, he can’t stand still a moment longer. His entire body rebels against him, and he’s leaning forward before he can think to stop it. His hands rise of their own accord. He has no control of them, watching like a voyeur as they reach out and settle firmly on Wei Ying’s jaw and the nape of his neck, cradling him, tilting his head upward.

Wei Ying blinks. Lan Wangji can see his own name forming on Wei Ying’s lips. A question, in Wei Ying’s eyes. Lan Wangji is powerless not to answer.

Hand tightening on the back of Wei Ying’s neck, he pulls sharply and crushes their mouths together.

A second of confusion, a moment of dread in Lan Wangji’s wildly spinning mind, and then he hears a groan in Wei Ying’s voice, registers the feel of his fingers clutching at Lan Wangji’s arms. Wei Ying is kissing back – oh, how well he’s kissing back – and if Lan Wangji is to believe his senses, he means it. Joy diffuses through him like mist, all at once in his every cell, in his blood and skin and everywhere.

Wei Ying’s lips leave his too quickly. Lan Wangji chases them, but Wei Ying is too fast, pulling away and staring up at him with an effervescent grin.

“I knew it,” he says.

“Wei Ying is very perceptive.” Lan Wangji recognizes a softness in his own voice. He’s used this tone for purposes of the ruse, but this time, it’s just for Wei Ying.

“I knew it!” Wei Ying repeats. He throws his arms around Lan Wangji, hugging him tight. He’s strong. Lan Wangji will feel a pain in his ribs tomorrow. He doesn’t mind in the slightest. “Lan Zhan, you’re a sly bastard. You pretend to be all cool and reserved, but I knew you felt something. Oh, I’m so damn glad I didn’t imagine it.” He sighs melodramatically and squeezes Lan Wangji again.

He steps back. “So I suppose I don’t have to go back to Yunmeng quite yet?”

“No.” Lan Wangji finds one of Wei Ying’s hands, clasps it in his own. “Stay.”

Wei Ying’s smile is incandescent.

They walk back through the walkways and gardens hand in hand, Wei Ying keeping up a constant litany of chatter as they go. Through the gate, past the garden, up the steps and inside, every step like a dream with Wei Ying next to him. When the doors are at last closed, Lan Wangji draws him close again, and this time he doesn’t let Wei Ying pull away. Wei Ying will stay with him, and nothing they do for each other will be a ruse anymore.

Guess we’re dating now 5

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If one were to question exactly what was going through various gossip columns of Gotham, Marinette would have guessed it was not much, because the new title of the latest issue, again with her face splashed across the covers starring her accidental kiss with Tim was definitely not what she was expecting. She glared at the title in thought.

“Could the latest sweetheart couple actually be hiding something more dark behind closed doors? Seems that this relationship is not all it is cracked up to be”. She already knew that something was going to be going even worse, and so she quickly bought a copy and made her way to work. She wasn’t sure exactly how much digging the press had done as she skimmed over parts because she did not work at the Wayne Enterprise, and was trying to climb the money ladder as suggested.

She worked as a lowly designer for small time customers and tailoring at a fashion house found in the nicer parts of the Shopping sector of this city. She had little luck in getting a good position in Paris and this place seemed to be so desperate for the staff that she had heard within 30 minutes of sending off the email resume of being interviewed and hired.

Thinking back on it, yeah it should have been a red flag for what sort of city Gotham is. But with Marinette’s research, she figured Ladybug could handle anything Gotham threw at her, no problems. She had handled her first rogue encounter well. What she had not looked into was the…well, the high end scene of being followed by paparazzi. She didn’t expect to gain that much attention in her time here. She nodded to the older teen on reception and continued back to see what she needed to fix before today’s fittings and with a glance to the clock quickly pulled the magazine out to see exactly what was wrong that the press thought badly when the past two weeks had been practically singing praises.

She winced at the giant word covering the middle spread.

“One sided love.”

It took the idea of her startlement at their kiss and the fact that they seemed to be lacking in the PDA department that maybe only Tim loved her and this was some sort of stunt and she was using him and his family. As if on cue her phone rang. She did not even need to glance at the caller ID to know who it was.

“I’m guessing you’ve been made aware of this?” She responded. A groan filled her ears.

“I don’t know how this happened. I’ve had Bruce questioning me all morning over it. PR at Wayne has also been on me for releasing a statement. Has anyone tried to reach you for comment yet?”

“I’ve had one email asking for the Drake girlfriend exclusive.” Marinette admitted. “Mostly quiet though. What have you read of the article?”

“Mostly problems of PDA. I really do not understand where this came from…”

“Well it’s kind of obvious we gave a show and then did not react well to suddenly kissing each other.” Marinette pulled a sheet out of a folder, holding her phone with her shoulder, “they seem to think I’m some sort of…”

“I think you’ll find most of what they say about you is that you seemed around the office to not enjoy being there as word of their “insider source”, and that you seemed to be even more relieved at when I would leave at the end of my lunch break. I’m going to have to find who this source is…it’s company policy to not divulge Wayne company information.”

“I really doubt that’s going to help you. So, maybe we just say we like to keep things private and such a kiss in public was a little too much for us?”

“That won’t work forever, unfortunately board is cracking down on me for something.”

“Oh?”

“They think showing you as part of the… fold, will be agreeable. I’ve got a plus one for you to attend a gala with me next week.”

Marinette froze. “Next week?”

“Yes. If you are worried about clothing, I will cover that and have outfits arranged, as I have mentioned to you that I will cover any costs that this takes you out of your comfort zone.”

“Tim. I doubt you’ll find anything befitting of a gala on such short notice. Not to mention such things being both fitted take time and still going to be a mess of rushing an order.” She ran a hand through her hair.

“I am really sorry. If I could have given you advanced notice I would have. We could try and find something on your lunch break today? I’ll come by your work and we can go looking for a short while, at least letting me get a sense of your style preferences and a rough size guide?” Marinette frowned and pondered. Every moment would count she supposed.

“I think I can do that.” She said.

“Brilliant I’ll see you later today, oh and Marinette? I’m really sorry that they made you look bad.”

“It’s fine Tim. Honestly, I’m not surprised. Gossip rags love to spin bad stories on people that are barely known all the time. We’ll come out of this better. I need to work, I’ll see you later today.” He confirmed and hung up, and Marinette stood up to go track down the dress she needed to tailor for an order. The paperwork told her to have flat line stitches everywhere, and a lining layer to think about as well, that would be an easy start.

Marinette stared up at the vast store.

“This is not what I was expecting when you said lunchtime shopping for a gala dress.” She said, looking at Tim next to her. He grinned.

“You didn’t think the most expensive store in this place would be the first place we stopped to check and find something for a gala that a Wayne or someone closely associated with us would attend?”

“Don’t you guys attend all the galas in Gotham?”

“Yeah, but this one also has Lex Luthor, and a few other well known faces attending. It’s got a red carpet moment happening, a few celebrities, and a bunch of fundraising. But on the arm of any Wayne, the media present will be expecting a certain level of style and fashion.”

“Of course there is. Not like you guys don’t wear the same suits every time to these things anyway.” She replied with a grin herself. Tim grabbed the door and held it open for her.

“That’s a lie, the little brat has been growing like a weed and keeps needing new ones. Come on, let’s find something.” he led her over to a small dress selection. Marinette cast an eye over them all and wrinkled her nose. While she enjoyed fashion, the options available were not to her taste.

Seriously, why was black the only bold colour choice here, Marinette was a colourful girl at heart. She did not want a dress to be black. And all the flimsy, floaty dresses were not in her taste. Her sense of style had been always with a slight hard edge with a sense of fun and pop. Like a fusion between Clara nightingale and the Jagged Stone. And nothing here was suggestive of her style.

She glanced around and glared at Tim who had pulled 3 dresses for her to try.

“You can not be serious.” She stated.

“I’m not sure I get what you mean.” He replied, barely glancing at her.

“Yeah, let’s get something clear. I’m not wearing those. Not one of their cuts is going to be flattering. Leave dressing the girl to the girl who is a designer. What’s the tie you have already? I need to match you.” Tim blinked at her bewilderedly. Marinette raised an eyebrow. “You do already have an outfit selected right?”

“I mean, well… Alfred tends to take care of that.” Marinette let her head fall.

“Get him on the phone.” Tim did. Marinette gave a smile.

“Alfred. I hope you are well?”

“Indeed Miss Marinette.”

“Wonderful. We are out looking for a dress for me and the gala this week. What is Tim wearing?”

“A standard suit, red lining, red detailing with the pocket corner, the top pocket and the tie.”

“What sort of red?”

“Crimson. But very plain, no shine at all.”

“Thank you Alfred. You have been helpful.”

“No worries Miss Marinette.”

Marinette handed the phone back and looked over the room around her. Crimson…was not here.

She then grabbed Tim and dragged him out of the shop.

“Your second choice?” Tim regained his composure, straightened his suit and led her to the next. This one had much more in terms of colour. Marinette took to looking over the racks, while Tim stood back. She looked at fabrics, and grinned as she spotted something that looked promising. She pulled it out and studied it carefully. A high neckline, with mainly a red dress with black floral pattern detailing around the bottom making it appear to fade to black at the bottom of the otherwise mostly form fitting dress. She went to the changing rooms and pulled it on, stepping out to see Tim surrounded by multiple staff members, offering water and help.

“Tim, can you take a picture so Alfred can confirm the colour please?” She called out. Tim turned at the sound of his name and seemed to pause at her appearance. Marinette raised an eyebrow as he stood waiting.

“Tim? The photo to confirm this matches your suit?” He seemed to snap out of it at that and quickly did as asked while Marinette turned to a mirror and hummed in thought. It wasn’t a tailored fit, but it was fairly close. A little around the shoulders, and maybe her hips and it would be fine. Now all she had to worry about was other things like shoes, probably a stable black, and some jewellery. She had a few ideas back in her apartment. She went to change back and found Tim still hunched over his phone.

“Right, shoes, and jewelry. And a shawl. Shawls are in. Perhaps a pair of gloves?” He muttered.

“Tim?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. He jumped and looked at her.

“Alfred said the dress was a fine pick.” He turned to a shopping assistant. “Do you have anything else to go with it to make it befitting for a formal event?” The assistant nodded and raced off. Marinette sighed.

“Tim, you don’t have to do this. I have perfectly fine stuff that I can use without you having to spend a fortune.”

“Yes, but it’s going to be expected for you to be just as amazing and perfect from the board and nitpicking from any press that having everything is going to be the best bet.”

“Except the press will see it as you spending lots of money on me and instead of blackmailer, I’m a gold digger. We need to think of this more carefully. We have a dress that works. Let’s just get the dress and worry about the other bits and pieces when I don’t need to worry about lunch and getting back to work on time.”

Tim paused and Marinette watched the tension exit his shoulders.

“You’re right. Of course we have time to consider.” He offered his arm to her and she accepted it, leaning her head on his shoulder with a soft smile.

They bought the dress and left the store. Marinette then spent the afternoon dealing with coworkers giving her jealous looks because the dress was pretty and all in fashion could tell it. But at least she had no issues with returning home. As she hung it up in her closet she sighed.

“I’m really in over my head now.”

changmiii:

ok even tho this concept sounds kinda tropey at first like… so many people manage to pull it off so well and i love it. just a warning these are all memberxmember ships so if those are not your cup of tea look elsewhere! 

we’ve got chemistreebycygnus (sunsprite) – Jimin tells his judgmental brother that Jungkook is his bf for their family christmas party. JK is a software engineer and its just so cute, i just reread it and i love it

of ginger, strawberries and Serratia marcescens by Anonymous – OK THIS FIC first of all jinkook is so underrated and second this fic is just so well written and amazing and i may have read the entire 42k words in one sitting its so good. 

honest you dobymnsg – ok this came up in my fake dating tag but it’s bc Jimin goes on We Got Married with Eunbi, but Jikook is the main pairing. it’s really sweet with the right amount of angst

Real, Not Realbynovilunar – Jimin and Taehyung pretend to date but Jimin starts developing feelings for Taehyung’s cousin Namjoon

Riptidebynovilunar – taekook with so much angst and just so so good 

I’ll Be Yoursbyjonghyunslisterine – Yoonkook au where they get engaged so Yoongi won’t get deported

maybe we’re all just foolsbyairplanewishes – yesssss

would you believe me if i said i’m in love? bycumulus  – o wow there is just such a tangible atmosphere throughout this entire fic I love itt, this fic made me love minjoon

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you)bywowoashley (orphan_account) – taekook longfic where Jungkook is Taehyung’s boss and they pretend to date

Kiss Me Hard Before You Gobymindheist – I literally just don’t even have words for this fic its so good

Eat Your Heart Outbybazooka  – Seokjin wants to get into a wedding expo to eat free cake so he enlists Yoongi to be his fake fiance, tbh this is something I could genuinely see Seokjin doing irl

A Midnight Clearbybazooka – ok the fake dating part here is pretty minimal but its soo good it reads like a sci fi novel, 

ringa lingabyjeosheo – yoonmin, this is short and rlly cute and funny

when you’re in love all the lines get blurred byjflawless – this was one of the first fics I ever read and still an all-time fave, the mood throughout this whole fic is just so visceral and beautiful

vaguelywilde:

i’ve never been asked to fake date and honestly, so disappointing

BOOOO