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wayward-pendragon · 4 years

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Ultimate taekook rec (pt.1??)!

Hello friends! Quarantine has a lot of us stuck inside so I’m gonna try and keep the fic recs comin and hopefully give y’all something to enjoy while we all stay home :) Taekook is one of my fav ships, I think their personalities fit really well and they are such a fun pair. All of these fic are from ao3 and they’re usually a little on the long side but I’ll throw in some short one-shots as well! This will likely be a pt1 bc i have soooo many taekook bookmarks on ao3. Let’s get started! (I have another BTS fic rec here if you would like more things to read!)

Bite Me by Curionenene, YeonAh

Summary: “Ho… Hoseok… my na- Ju-Jung Hoseok. Who— what…?”

On hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to reveal your name to two lunatics who had fed you something from a blood bag at 11.54 pm in the middle of a quiet, isolated alleyway.

"Hoseok? Nice to meet you, Hoseok. I'm Kim Namjoon, and this is Kim Seokjin. Do you remember what happened to you?"

“I—”

“Seriously. Just tell him like I did you. It's like pulling off a band-aid, better fast than slow.”

A heavy sigh was Namjoon's response to Seokjin's interjection. "I think this is a bad idea, but alright. Hoseok, you nearly… well… you did die. I saved your life the only way I could. By turning you into a vampire."

On hindsight, maybe it was a really, really, really bad idea.

One unfortunate near-death later, Hoseok finds out a few things: One, vampires are real. Two, they don't sparkle. Three, a war is brewing and he's landed in the middle of it.

Or: AU in which Hoseok screams a lot

okay so I love this fic to the ends of the earth and back. It starts out as Hoseok centred when he is turned into a vampire but then starts to focus on other characters and storylines as well. The Taekook in this is very slow burn but seeing the evolution of their relationship killed me. This fic reads like a full ass novel and I highly highly recommend giving it a read.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks

Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

Mob boss JK but soft mob boss with his son I cannotttt. Watching the evolution of Tae and JK’s relationship was hella cute and fun. Also taekook with kids is just so soft omggg.

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) by wowoashley

Summary: taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.

Proposal AU!! Jungkook needs a guest to bring to the Namjin wedding and it seems like his assistant Taehyung is just the man for the job. This is so sweet but angsty near the end, honestly so goodddd.

maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes

Summary: Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before.

Fake dating AU! Jungkook’s on the school track team and his mother is bothering him about dating someone which JK really doesn’t wanna do so that’s where Tae comes in. Honestly it’s hella cute but also hella angst, highly recommend.

cliff drop gradient by astringxnt

Summary: “somewhere along the way, we will all realize that we only start chasing the things that we were once given a taste of.”

(or, in which Jungkook and Taehyung get married to qualify for more financial aid.)

Weeee love fake dating AUs in this house. Basically Taekook need money so they get married but nothing really changes at first, but then they start to realize their feelings for each other :))

let me know by wowoashley

Summary: taehyung never wears a shirt

JK moves into an new home and his neighbour just happens to be Taehyung. Through this, JK goes on a journey to discovering he is attracted to Tae and it’s really good but angst w/ a happy ending.

Cinnamon Crisp by teatimetaemint

Summary: Jungkook needs his daily dose of cuddles and Taehyung likes to wear Jungkook's clothes. They don't care that alphas and omegas aren't supposed to be best friends.

SO MUCH FLUFF. Im not a huge ABO lover but this is such a sweet story and they care about each other sm it warms my heart. Childhood friends to lovers is also one of my weaknesses sooo.

Date Me by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs)

Summary: Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

One of the only shorter fics on this list and omgggggggggg it sooooo cuteeeeee.

I knew I loved you then (but you’d never know) by nutaella

Summary: 'You asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a baby' AU

Another shorter one but its so sweet. Jungkook has a little bb son and Taehyung is helping his bestie raise his son and they get mistaken for a couple.

beep boop by vvpa

Summary: Taehyung’s gaydar is broken. Maybe. Probably, at least. Jungkook can’t really tell.

This one was so funny omgggggg. Its short but so wholesome and funny as hell I actually laughed out loud.

15.30 - Appointment: Kim Taehyung for Jeon Jeongguk (genital piercing) by PaperTigerBlackAndWhite

Summary: Taehyung makes a bet, the forfeit of which is getting his dick pierced.

He loses the bet.

Good thing the piercer has nice eyes. And face. And hands. Not so nice that he seems to keep laughing at Taehyung, but you can't have everything.

This one is also hilarious omg. Tae getting his dick pierced was never something I thought I would read but here we are. Warning, this has a lot of smut so if that’s not your thing don’t read.

You’re So Special by miniimin

Summary: Sometimes you find your soulmate in the form of a dirty kid on the playground. Sometimes it takes a little longer to figure it out, but that's okay - in the meantime, you have a best friend.

(Or: Jeongguk falls in love before he knows what the word means. Taehyung spends all his years teaching him.)

This is one of the absolute sweetest fics I have ever read. It follows Tae and Kook as they grow up from little kids to uni and its so sweet. If u want something wholesome and makes u feel things, read this.

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) by drannie

Summary: “They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

oh boi is the angst real w/ this one. It is one of the best taekook fics on ao3 for a reason. I highly recommend giving this one a read.

Chemistry by taecheeks

Summary: “What’s your zodiac sign?”

“Virgo,” Jungkook responds without thinking. He frowns, glaring. “Why?”

“Hm, I can work with that,” Taehyung says. “I’m a Capricorn.”

“Fascinating. Now back to Chemistry -”

“Isn’t that what I was talking about?”

[Or, Jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the President's son over with. Taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.]

This one is longgggggg. Basically JK tutors Tae and everything progresses from there. Honestly this fic has a lot of elements to it and I really just love it. It deals with a lot of different themes like child abuse, panic attacks, and many other things so if any of that upsets you, this fic may not be done for you. The entire series is is really cute tho plz read.

fever started long ago by thestarsabove

Summary: Where there is love, there is warmth. Where there is honesty, there is relief.

In which Taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on Jeongguk’s body heat.

A canon compliant fic rec and boi is it will written. Basically tae becomes dependent on JK’s body heat which ik sounds weird but its a really goof fic trust.

maybe we’re fireproof by thestarsabove

Summary: For as long as Jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.

Same author as the fic above and just as amazing. Not canon compliant this time and this now JK has problems w/ body heat. Hella recommend this author is fantastic.

Dogs Days by vestals

Summary: Chopa the corgi needs to be sent to dog school, and it just so happens that his trainer is, in Kim Taehyung's opinion, the finest man out there.

Too bad he's already got a boyfriend.

Okay so this one I was skeptical to read but I’m real happy I did. This fic was sooo good, the build up was killer and I really enjoyed it. There is quite a bit of smut in this one, you have been warned.

It’s gonna be you (I can’t let go) by OnlyWinterHere

Summary: "The sound of the crowd screaming is deafening. After four years, he should be used to it, but today he needs silence more than ever. Still, Taehyung smiles, because if there's something he's learned how to do is smiling even when he feels like dying."

Or the one where Jungkook gets a girlfriend and Taehyung can't cope.

This one hurttttttttt. If you are in the mood for some angst and sadness here is the fic for you. Happy ending tho and honestly it’s a really good fic. Also the yoomin spinoff is *chef’s kiss*.

5 millimeters per fucking second by Curionenene

Summary: Jungkook is painfully shy and he wants to do things with his boyfriend Taehyung.

(Or: the kind of slow burn you never knew you needed.)

AWWW this one is the sweetest omgggg. This brings an entirely new meaning to slow burn and it is so precious I can’t.

i wanna come put your lips on mine by locks

Summary: Taehyung glances over at him and with the light hitting the side of his face, throwing shadows over his face, Jeongguk can't bring himself to be that bothered about their date. Sure being alone would have been nice, but he thinks this is nice, too. He's with Taehyung, they got their dinner and movie. Just maybe next time they hopefully won't have his brothers as chaperones.

And when Taehyung puts his head on Jeongguk's shoulder later, he can't bring himself to be that mad at all, actually.

Or, it turns out Taehyung and Jeongguk share the same brothers: Fraternity for Jeongguk, and for Taehyung, well, blood.

This is another sweet fic. JK and Tae trying to date behind Tae’s brother’s backs is kinda hilarious and adorable.

Well folks that’s it for now but I have so many more so if y’all are interesting in a pt.2 let me know!! I hope you love these fics as much as I did. If you want other ship recs let me know and I’ll try my best to accommodate! Stay safe and healthy everyone!

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juleswolverton-hyde · 6 years

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Selflessly golden

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x Reader

Warning: No warnings apply.

Author’s note: Happy twenty-first birthday to the golden maknae, our beloved cinnamon roll whose sweet character is too good for this world: Jungkook!

Even though this shall never be read by the actual lad himself, I nevertheless hope he has a day filled with love and friends.

Here’s to more years with you.

Masterlist

The scent of burned out candles hangs in the air, the barely noticed homely atmosphere mellowly illuminated by the former Christmas lights now functioning as fairy lights draped over the shedua beams, the tranquillity disturbed by the occasional sniffle or soft snore coming from the man who has finally come home to the palm green sheets after months of touring, just in time for the birthday today: his.

Arms pull the body back once the other presence resting on the collection of pillows in shades of ink black, snow white, stone grey and a forest tone matching the duvet, further igniting the wanting to simply lie down once more and curl up against the figure whose ghost has provided comfort in the period the real persona was away. Fingers clamp around the restriction and endeavour to pry it loose, but the attempt fails as the hold strengthens and arm veins, created over many intense hours in the gym and practice room, pop out. A nose presses itself into the fabric of the stolen shirt smelling of passionfruit with a bitter orange tang that now functions as a sleeping top, drowsily mumbling against the covered skin with the slightest hint of neediness. ‘Y/N, don’t... go. Stay... here. Wanna... cuddle.’

Though the temptation to give in is great, it is nevertheless resisted, even as a second attempt fails and the muzzling of already messy ebony locks whilst smiling affectionately at the barely awake boy clinging on like a koala does not much more in the way of escaping the bed. ‘Kookie, let me go. It’s time for breakfast.’

Evidently felt through the clothing, lips pout and despite not seeing it directly, the hesitant frown portraying being caught in the battle between food and a few more minutes of sleep is undoubtedly formed on the young man’s handsome face. In spite of not being mentally prepared for any sort of meal as of yet, the stomach rumbles with the wish for nourishment, but it does not seem to faze the current company. ‘Come on, I’m hungry.’

A lie, but otherwise, there will not be enough time to set up the first surprise of the day, which will only be beneficial to the both of us.

‘I just... back. Missed... you. Few... min-‘ the rest of the ungrammatical sentence is left unspoken as Jungkook has slipped into unconsciousness again, the aftermath of giving concerts night after night with very little time to rest in the meantime, the precious days off which were, as per usual, spent with phone and Skype calls to home at sometimes foolish hours when not being with the rest of BTS, reclaiming the artist.

The hold weakens enough to achieve the set goal of fleeing the bed for a few moments to quietly slip away to the hallway of which the floor is made of oak, gleaming after yesterday’s bi-daily clean-up session, and an alabaster and grey-striped wallpaper adorning the walls before heading down the white-lacquered stairs and arrive in the small kitchen, furniture and appliances tinted in matte shades of dusk, set against bleak walls on top of a cypress linoleum floor.

Soon the narrow space is filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, that truly stems from the reheated multigrain buns bought at the local bakery, and the clamor of a meal consisting of the dreamer’s favourites in the process of preparation against a backdrop of the playlist composed by him during this tour and sent the moment it was finished. Since it was received, it has been constantly put on replay, so much so that now even the unknown songs are known by heart. It was the only thing directly connecting us beside the contact through screens via texts or calls by blue light.

It is a piece of home continuously away travelling to bring amazing music to those deaf to it and to those who have heard it before and follow it like the Pied Piper.

It is the exclusive loving part of him meant solely for one pair of ears, the way through which to say the three simple words that have ever only been said out loud by myself: “I love you”.

It has never been easy, especially in the beginning when management wanted all boys to focus on their careers as idols, even more so after debut, romantic interests being seen as mere unnecessary interference and a potential distraction from reaching the set goals. After all, the fans would have to be given a chance to explore the personalities of seven handsome young men, maybe even have a shot with them, unlikely as it is. Flirt a bit on stage and during fanmeets, show aegyo that captures the hearts of ARMYs around the globe and never give off the message of being in an established relationship.

The fights with agents and even their own manager have always been inevitable once the subject comes up, Jungkook fiercely refusing to give up on the one thing that feels like a home outside the dorm shared with his best friends, who have tried to talk him into surrender in the past with clenched jaws and heavy hearts, ashamed to be asking the maknae to abandon what gives at least some sense of normalcy in a reality that is constantly getting busier as fame grows. During those days, the phone calls were stained with a hint of sorrow on the end of the man who was a mere boy at the beginning of the journey that has been going on for the past five years, sobs desperately trying to be contained since the gravity of the situation did not have to affect the other party as it did him.

But it did, since a break-up in best interest was frequently thought about as copious factors seemed to be against us, so many people just waiting for the opportunity they pushed to appear and be taken advantage of. Once, the idea was brought to the table during a quiet gaming night in, Jungkook going silent at the inquiry at first only to burst out into an uncharacteristic passionate argumentation without room for commentary as to why the very concept of going our separate ways just so others could gain their right was absurd. Tears began to well at the suggestion of living without one another when the well-reasoned rage had subsided, the memory of the shivering shattered composure of the beloved still imprinted in the arms that held him tight throughout the night with the promise to be there when morning came and all the mornings thereafter.

And that promise has never been broken.

From a small Tupperware box in the lacquered cupboard overhead, is the small cupcake retrieved that was left over from the batch made a week ago, all others given to friends coming randomly over to fill the silent apartment for a few hours when the one it is actually shared with is not around, and specially saved for this occasion, this being emphasized by the silver wrapper and golden-sprayed buttercream on top.

It is placed on the large serving tray fished from the drawer beneath the gas plate on a small saucer beside the two winter white red-rimmed dishes of multigrain buns - one displaying two stuffed with a bacon omelette cut in half to fit the tiny breads and the other plating two filled with a natural omelette on a bed of lettuce - beneath the medium-sized bowl from which two forks protrude filled with a fruit salad and two glasses of banana milk.

Our favourites, unfortunately not showcased in unison enough in the years spent together, but each time they are, the mere sight provides an indescribable comfort that can only be endeavoured to be described as a safe haven in a world that is ruled by the madness of the public eye and even this description does not come anywhere close to the actual feeling.

Upstairs the bed seems to be empty aside from the sleeping blanket burrito that rolls instinctively over at the sound of footsteps heading up the stairs, their creaking loud in the morning hush and making the nose scrunch up in the hope the noise does not wake the dreamer, bare back exposed to the cool September air blowing through the window of which the curtains softly sway on the breeze betraying there is still someone occupying the sheets.

Gently the tray is set down on the basswood nightstand that was formerly a crate used for the transport of goods in the harbour, reticent steps made around the bed to sit down on the edge of the other side and let fingers glide over smooth muscled skin, writing the message that still is showing in everything we do: I love you. Jungkook has never said the three words out loud, but rather shows it by texts checking up on well-being or just to wish a good night or good morning, and if there is time, the conversations held deep into the night, some resulting in dozing off together whilst the Skype call keeps going only to see the “call ended” screen come morn because the internet connection has fallen away during the night. However, there have been fortunate days when the sleepy face of the sweet singer displayed on the screen is the first thing seen at the beginning of the day.

Notwithstanding, it never beats this: being in the same room, able to touch each other instead of endeavouring to do so by holding our hands to the electronic wall separating us, hearing the softest of sniffles and snores which turn into appreciating hums when digits run through silky onyx locks, the colour he always returns to even when the more crazier ventures befit the young man quite well too.

A wavering hand wanders the air for a bit before clamping down on the forearm, giving it a powerful jerk which makes the body fall on the mattress, head resting on the collection of pillows once more. The sleeper turns on his side and wraps strong arms around the waist, pulling us together in a tight embrace, wherein I instinctively curl up into him. A chaste kiss on the forehead is followed by the drowsily mumbled uncharacteristic words that were thought never to be heard directly. ‘I love you too.’ From beneath full lashes of hooded eyes, the dark friendly orbs light up with a slight hint of mischief at the view of surprise etched into my features, a grin reminiscent of a bunny forming on the lips. ‘Good morning, by the way.’

‘It’s your birthday, not mine.’ Once there had been a joke about how it would be a splendid present for growing yet another year older to hear the reciprocated confession out loud instead of it being shown through gestures and although it was laughed off, the serious hint of contemplation in Jungkook’s gaze could not be denied.

‘Not important, doesn’t make me want to say it less because I should do so more often. You always tell me you love me and I never confirm it.’ Long fingers caress the left cheek, push a strand of hair gone astray aside and trace every detail of the face. ‘I really should.’

‘You’re too sweet, but I know you rather show than tell and that’s perfectly alright. Nonetheless, do you know what you really should do now?’ An eyebrow rises in confusion, forehead slightly creasing in wonder as to what requires to be done, making the corners of the mouth curl up in delight at the prepared surprise waiting to be seen. ‘Turn around.’

The warm protection fades, the temperature seeming to drop with a few degrees immediately when the hug is broken off to turn to the bedside table from which the comforting scent of freshly baked, reheated, bread permeates the air. With clear glee, Jungkook hoists himself up and picks up the tray filled with food to place it on our laps after me following suit, back resting against the cushions and nestled into his side, sheets covering our legs. ‘You did this?’

‘Of course, silly. It’s your birthday.’ Briefly, there is a silence as an unsure gaze drifts off to the sheets, staring deeply into the palm green at the sudden realization of a privilege that has been had all this time yet the meaning of it has never fully dawned until now. ‘And I’m glad you share it with me even though the guys can come over to celebrate.’

Every year if the singer is home, even during tour when thousands of ARMY sing “Happy birthday” and organize amazing projects, it is simply us two truly celebrating his birthday either via Skype after the show to talk the night away or in this way with the whole day to ourselves to play “Overwatch” and binge watch anime. The day after is preserved to hold a kind of after-party with the rest of the band and even then, I am there. That is pure happiness for the maknae: having all the ones who are held dear get along and coming together to rejoice in the growing older of one who is loved in return just as much.

The reverie is halted by the swipe of a finger over the nose, leaving behind a dollop of golden buttercream. Surprised by this sudden act, eyes dart to the side where a teasing lopsided grin challenges me to do something in return, before it turns soft and the frosting is nipped off with a tender kiss that changes into a sugary trail of pecks to the lips.

‘Tomorrow’s another day fit for festivities, but we’re all still knackered from the tour so I don’t think they’d be up for it. Today, I just want to lie in bed with you, relax and eat this. Once a year I can be selfish, so you bet I’ll make use of that chance.’

A shake of the head, denying the statement laced with what can be mistaken for egotism via a reassuring voice nuancing it. ‘You’re still being selfless. I mean, you can easily rest up by finally catching up on all those hours without sleep like the others, energize the way we introverts do by simply being alone and yet you want to spend the day with someone, with me. I can’t call that being selfish because that would entail doing what I just said, even though we would be alone together.’

The singer’s head resting on top of mine, fingers entwine in the temporary hush in which the denial is contemplated whilst stares fix on the bundle of digits, his thumb softly caressing mine, until Jungkook breaks the silence. ‘Is it selfish to want to spend the day with the one I want to keep to myself since you’re a source of energy aside from solitude and I get jealous whenever I notice other men giving you attention, even my own friends, or is it indeed generous to, tired as I still am, spend the little energy I have regained with the girl I always feel like is being neglected during touring despite all that we do to keep in contact?’ A loving kiss on the back of the lifted hand, followed by one on the left temple, a soft chuckle once the joyful grin is noticed and formed by his doing. ‘I don’t know, but what I do know is that I find happiness either way.’

Nevertheless, it is evident the former applies since the young man is all but egocentric.

The maknae is charitable in the colour the artist has made his own, has formed into a title.

He is selflessly golden.

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honeylikewords · 7 years

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But I wanna hear the many things you have to say about the magic AUs. All of them! 😮Pretty please??-MC Anon

oh, alright, but this is gonna hafta be my last post for the night because i’m sleepy! i love u

1. eddie is probably more than a little fae himself. there’s some changeling blood in there somewhere, and it helps him see, perceive, and do things that other people can’t. his fairy friend is nervous about this, and worries that he’s going to be a magnet for trouble, and get himself into danger, but he’s blinded by his curiosity and his newfound love that he doesn’t care. he wants to explore everything, all of it, know it all, and he wants to go on that journey with her. so she’s always on her toes, anxious and worried, watching his back for him, but all he wants is for her to be in the moment with him.

“i don’t care about the rules of the fairy ring,” he mumbles. “well, i do, but just out of curiosity for what they are. but i dismiss them if it means i can’t be with you.”

“do you HEAR YOURSELF? you- you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yes, i do. i don’t know many things, which is why i want to keep learning, but i do know this: you’re the one i want to be beside while i’m learning. and i’m gonna keep learning until i croak. so i hope you don’t mind me saying it, but i think you’re gonna be stuck with me.”

she blinks, and sees him charming, glittering smile, those eyes of his playful and inviting. and she sighs, touching his cheek.

“stuck with you, huh? i guess there are worse things to be.”

2. joe is sure that she’s a lunatic in the very literal sense. she’s so fixated on the moon, and when the moon is big and bright and full, she does odd things. things even more odd than usual. it scares him when he wakes up at 2 am to find her side of the bed empty (yes, he lets her sleep in the bed because she’s been here for three weeks and he wasn’t going to make her stay on the couch and she told him that she felt bad seeing him on the couch so they’re sharing and no he doesn’t turn over in his sleep and spoon her that’s just twitching because of dreams). he bolts out of bed and ransacks the apartment, looking for her, and then looks out the window.

oh, for fuck’s sake. the goddamn moon.

he rushes up to the roof and finds her sitting on the ground, surrounded by freshly picked flowers (where had she found those in LA?), eyes fixed on the sky, the moonlight glistening in her already wide eyes.

“go back to bed,” he mumbles, tugging her hand. “you scared the shit outta me.”

“oh, i’m sorry.” her voice is dreamy and distant, and she vaguely follows his hand’s trail, not quite rising with him but loosely budging on her spot. “i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“then don’t run off in the night. or at all. a girl like you could go and get herself hurt, or worse.”

he bites his tongue so that he doesn’t tell her how much it would hurt him if anything befell her. how broken his heart would be to see this starry girl come to harm. but she seems to hear him, underneath his words, and looks at him, her eyes refocusing.

she silently stands and comes back to the apartment with him, but doesn’t let go of his hand. not until they’re in the bed. she wraps her arms around him and presses her face into his chest, rubbing her nose along his collarbone and making him shiver.

“it’s not cold,” she murmurs. “why are you shaking?”

“just got a chill. someone must’ve walked over my grave.”

“you’re not dead.” she bumps her head against the underside of his chin playfully. “i can hear your heart.”

can you hear it saying i love you?, he wonders.

“yes.”

3. david watches her poke at the salad, confused. he knows she eats a wide range of things, but that she primarily enjoys meats, fish, and berries. and who can blame her? those are the best.

she has alos recently taken to breads and sweets, and when he bought her a cinnamon roll, she’d given him a massive kiss on the cheek in her excitement. now he wishes that he’d given her another roll and earned another kiss instead of allowing her to experiment with this dish that wasn’t clicking with her natural instincts.

she flips the leafy greens over and sniffs her plate unceremoniously, her nose crinkling. there’s kale in there. he can see it. he offers to eat it for her, but she shakes her head.

“i have to know, david.”

pushing the fork into the stack of leaves, she brings it to her mouth and tentatively bites it.

“BLECK.”

she spits it back out onto the plate, and david can’t help but laugh at her exaggerated, dramatic reaction. but when he sees her puppydog expression and her pouty lip, he relents and waves down a waiter.

“two salmon orders,” he smiles. “one cooked, one raw.”

“raw?”

“raw.”

the waiter blinks, then goes to relay the order. in the meantime, david gives his beloved bear girl a handful of blueberries that he keeps in a plastic baggie in his coat pocket. she smiles at him so brightly that he feels his face warm, and she pops one berry between her lips before pinching one between her fingers and tapping it against david’s shut lips.

he goes even more red, but she’s insistent.

“open!”

when he does, she smiles and feeds him the blueberry, only contented when he chews, swallows, and smiles back at her.

“i like when you smile,” she says.

and that makes him beam.

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