“I should warn you,” she whispered
theatrically. “There is a reason why I hardly ever drink whiskey.”
“Is that so?” he grinned. “I am
“The thing is, it makes me tell exactly what’s on my
mind. Dreadful, dark secrets can come to light.” She leaned
closer to whisper in his ear. “By the time we finish this bottle I will
probably have to kill you.”
He snorted. “Don’t worry, I am very good
at keeping secrets.”
“I certainly hope so! Killing you would be
a terrible waste…”
They went on like this for some time,
laughing and talking about everything and nothing in particular, and half the
bottle was soon gone. Reyes was surprised to realise that he hadn’t felt this
relaxed for quite some time. Since leaving the Nexus, he only kept adding
points to the list of things he needed to worry about. But right now it
all shifted to the background, and his ever-calculating mind quieted, giving
him a rare chance to just enjoy the pleasure of the moment.
“You know,” she said, a
smile laced into the words, “somehow this
place reminds me of that quiet corner in the docks on the Citadel I loved to slip out to,
before I enlisted into the Alliance and went away. You could see the whole
station from there – huge and so small at the same time… I sometimes sat there
for hours, just watching the ships come and go and thinking.” She huffed an
amused breath. “Scott always told me I sucked at being a teenager. While he was
busy crashing parties and breaking hearts, I was looking at the
my secret hideaway, dreaming of adventures I would one day get to have.”
That means we were
looking at each other long before we realized it, Reyes wanted to
say, but he wasn’t sure she would appreciate such a cheesy line.
“So, has Andromeda delivered?” he asked instead.
“Oh, it delivered all right!” she
chuckled. “Every day is an adventure. There are moments when I wish things were
easier, but I don’t regret coming here.”
She took one more sip of the whiskey and
passed the bottle back to him.
“What about you? Why did you come here,
He thought about deflecting the question
with a joke, just like he always did, but surprisingly found that he couldn’t.
He didn’t want to.
So he gave an honest answer – the most
honest one he could give.
“To be someone.”
Ryder scooted over to sit next to him, and
her shoulder pressed lightly against his. It was a simple touch, but it still
sent sparks of electricity shivering down his arm.
He suspected that the situation tumbled
out of his control the second her lips pressed to his in the storeroom. What he
didn’t understand was how her mere proximity could affect him so much.
Reyes was about to revert to the safe
territory of carefree banter, but whatever words he was going to say evaporated
the moment he turned to look at her.
In the light of the setting sun her skin
glowed with amber warmth, and her eyes turned olive green. Her vibrant hair
became a halo of
fire and gold, a fierce contradiction to the fragile, shy smile tugging at the corners of her
Since the day she came to Kralla’s Song
searching for the resistance contact, he had trouble trying to figure her out.
One moment she seemed guileless and naïve, the next her no-nonsense attitude
could put an asari justicar to shame. She could blush at the smallest teasing
and then make her opponent eat their words. Her glare was sharp enough to cut,
but her smile could melt the oceans on Voeld.
Ryder was a bundle of glaring contradictions.
She was like a story he couldn’t put down – a story where every chapter ended
with a cliffhanger. He had to get to the heart of it. But it wasn’t about
not anymore. It
hadn’t been for quite some time. It wasn’t even because he loved solving
puzzles. The reason why he wanted to get to the heart of her was infinitely
simple, yet anything but.
“You are someone to me,” she breathed, and
he felt as if something inside him clicked
Her smile was as soft as the first
but in her gaze he saw the same emotion that was spreading inside his chest
He reached to tuck an errant lock behind
her ear, and then cupped the side of her face, his fingertips caressing her
warm cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. When she opened them
again, there was so much tenderness in them, so much affection that he almost
couldn’t bear it.
Early morning wake-up call smut. Word Count: 1.4k.
He awakens you with a kiss, soft and sensual and filled with the lingering heat of a wild night in bed. Your eyes are sticky with sleep and beg for more rest, but when you close them again it’s only so that you can properly bask in the warmth of his sweet wake-up call. He nips at your lower lip and you moan, instinctively craning your neck to deepen the kiss. For a brief moment you wonder if it’s okay to feel this lightheaded so early in the morning, but the thought disappears as soon as it comes because this is Namjoon and you will gladly take everything he gives you.
Namjoon is the first to break away. He gives your lip one last teasing bite before settling back into his spot. “Hey there, sleeping beauty,” he greets. The fact that you’re both naked with only the bed sheets as a source of modesty does nothing to stop him from pulling you closer. Behind the window curtains the new day’s sunlight hides from view, but you’re still able to see the hickies and remnants of lipstick scattered about on his neck- your hickies and lipstick stains, you think with a hint of satisfaction.
“Hey, you. You’re always reading by yourself at school, huh?” “I-Is that wrong?“ “I don’t mean that. I just moved here, so I don’t have any friends. So would you be my friend?” “Mm-hmm, sure.” “All right!”
i'm sorry about your tablet!! ;(( but I mean hey your art is still amazing regardless omggg. can i request smol pink baekhyunnie calling jongin "nini-hyung" for the first time? I'm still not over that ;3;
“Papa Byun took in a new apprentice and 12-year-old Baekhyun is very eager to learn from him.”
that was the very first and last time Baekhyun called Jongin that