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CONFESSION:
Not to be that fan, but…How come many people have issues with Steve’s Romance for the context of him mourning the loss of his husband, but not say Jack’s when she going through coming to terms with a messed up past, being unfrozen and immediately forced into a Cerberus ship?, or Thane’s when he’s making amends to deal with his impending death? etc… I don’t see a problem with any of those ships, I’m just pointing out I think Steve’s is overly criticized in this aspect.
love’s just a feeling
Duncan Shepard x Steve Cortez. Mass Effect [Dual AU]. 745 words. More under the cut. AO3. Fictober 2018. | @fictober18
Prompt: “Can you feel this?”
This takes place after the ending of Mass Effect 3.
He hated this. Despite all the injuries he’d gotten in the past, he’d never had to undergo physical therapy before. Medigel had always been enough. But that last time had been different. He didn’t regret his actions. He and Aaliyah had done what they’d thought was best to defeat the Reapers. Like usual, they’d been on the same page. They’d been willing to sacrifice themselves to save the galaxies. But right before the explosion had happened, he’d realized they didn’t need to die. He’d created a barrier with his biotics and pushed it farther than he’d done before to encompass both him and Aaliyah.
It had been a struggle to maintain it as the explosion occurred and the barrier had eventually broken, but it seemed to have been the key to keeping the two of them alive. Except it had also fried his implant and his biotics had basically short-circuited his nerves and brain.
The doctors had insisted that there was therapy and technology that could heal the brain and nerve damage, but it would all take time. Lately he wasn’t much of a patient man. But he wasn’t alone in this. Steve was there every step of the way, helping him recover, work on physical therapy - helping him try to gain back his life.
The hardest part was adjusting to not having biotics despite also losing his left leg from his knee and below. He’d asked for a new implant but the doctors had been afraid it would have a negative effect on his recovery. He’d only stopped asking at the insist of both Steve and Chakwas. He’d seen Aaliyah a couple of times but they had been mostly recovering on their own, away from each other. Duncan admittedly felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to do more to protect her.
“Dunc?” Steve’s voice hesitantly pulled him back from reality. He was looking at him with thinly veiled worry. He was the only one that Duncan wasn’t tired of getting that look from.
There was a rubber ball in his hand. He was supposed to throw it and Duncan was supposed to catch it - except catching wasn’t easy when you occasionally lost feeling in your hand and even your whole arm or when you were suddenly struck with sharp pain.
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IF only in some AU, Casey/Steve, "Post Break Up Kiss!"
THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET AROUND TO JESUS.
Anyway, here it is, except that it’s actually canon that they break up and it literally only happened because you sent me this prompt
Casey carefully lowers himself into the chair, making sureto watch his thigh as he slides back into his seat, an effort that seemspointless given the searing pain spreading through his leg regardless. Hemumbles a few expletives under his breath as he rests his head on the back ofthe stiff leather chair. After taking a second to let the pain subside, hereaches over the arm of the chair and tugs on a lever, elevating his right legslowly as the front of the chair rises under it.
After a moment of discomfort, he turns on the TV across theroom and begins looking through the channels, knowing he’s not likely to findanything terribly interesting so early in the day- just a variety of soapoperas and talk shows. Just as he decides to condemn himself to an hour of schmaltzyand melodramatic salarian television, a gentle chime reverberates through theapartment.
Heh, saved by the bell,he thinks with a little snort of laughter, turning the TV off and moves to getup before remembering that his body is still half broken and he can’t just runup to get the door. Yelling down the hall that he’s on his way, he slowlylowers his leg back down to the floor, trying harder to do so painlessly thistime. Getting out of the chair is normally the hard part, with his leg stillnot liking the idea of 200 pounds of marine resting on it. Trying to heavehimself up, only to slump back into the chair, Casey decides to really go forit, the smallest hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. A wave ofblue ripples over his body as he pushes his back off the chair and thrustshimself forward, stumbling across the floor until he almost collides with thewall.
“Well, at least it worked,” he grumbles, rubbing his thigh,which didn’t manage to make it out unscathed. Limping a little more than hewould like, Casey makes his way toward the door, pulling it open just as thechime resounds again. The person waiting for him on the other side of the doorgives him pause, his mouth hangs open for a second as he struggles to collecthis thoughts.
“Steve.”
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Me: EVERYBODY IN THE SHORTEZ FANDOM YELL "WHAT UUUUUP"!
(silence)
(five miles away) *quietly* "what uuuuup".
Steve Cortez Appreciation Week
Not Once, But Twice
He woke slowly, the soft light of the new day filtering in through the open balcony doors. A gentle breeze stirred white curtains, willowy and thin, it promised perfect weather. The bed was positioned –just so- that he could see out the archway doors, endless ocean sparkling in the distance. It was breathtaking of course, but more than that it provided a frame for something else, someone else.
Shepard leaned against the railing, face turned towards the sun, eyes closed and small smile dancing along sharp features. He looked at peace, in that moment, shoulders and chest rising as he took long deep breaths. He looked happy. He looked so damn frail.
Steve had to fight for his own breath as he battled the rising flood of emotions that bubbled to the surface. Joy and lingering grief mingling, distant fear warring with present pleasure and contentment. How easily this moment might never have been. So many moments, close calls, narrow escapes, and just plain bad luck that had nearly taken Shepard from him. Yet, despite the odds stacked against them, here they were, on their honeymoon.
The war three years past, they were here, alive and together. They were happy. It was more than he ever thought he would get. A love that consumed him, a love that left him overflowing. It was a wild thing, thrilling and terrifying.
If he was being honest, Steve had never believed that he could find a love like this once, let alone twice. Robert had shown him that such a love was possible, and Shepard had shown him that it was possible to find it twice.
He rose from the bed, sheets falling to the floor and made his way softly over to Shepard. Savior of the galaxy, newly minted Admiral of the Alliance, Commander, friend and now, husband. Steve wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. He was rewarded with a pleased hum and Shepard covered Steve’s hands with his own, leaning back into the embrace.
They stayed like that, holding each other, soaking up the sun and each other, content with the crashing of the waves and their shared breathing. No words were needed in moments like this, and it was one of the things Steve loved most about being with Shepard. Unspoken communication; soft touches, gentle sighs, quick or lingering kisses and heated stares.
Steve felt it in Shepard’s gaze, eyes blazing with desire. Steve felt it in the way strong hands cupped his jaw and pressed ever increasingly desperate kisses to his lips. Steve felt it in the way his own body responded, the goosebumps and heavy breathing, hard flesh pressed against Shepard’s thigh.
All too soon, or not soon enough, they found themselves back on the bed; Shepard over him and surrounding him. This too was what he loved about his husband, the way the man gave of himself, to focus on Steve in a way no one else could.
Later they lay panting and fully sated, bodies still tingling in the afterglow. An entire morning gone and Steve couldn’t think of a better way to have spent it. The reality of the situation hit him in that moment. This was just one morning in an entire lifetime of mornings he would get to spend with Shepard.
A smile danced along his lips and he had to blink back tears. Turning to his husband, now dozing lightly at his side, he placed a gentle kiss along his brow.
“I love you, Shepard.”
Steve snuggled up nice and close, laying his head on Shepard’s chest. As he drifted off to sleep, he was still smiling.
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Art trade with @volkra! Shortez cuddling as requested. Hope you like it! XD
To the Shortez anon: you gave me Shortez feels. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.
Kareem is the prettiest of my broSheps so Steve is a lucky man c:
My favorite part is that’s the second time he mentions a scenario like this.
I commissioned this for my dear and wonderful fruitchews for her Shortez OTP with her Ozark Shepard as a basis.
The amazing clockworkfoxillustration is the artist who is totally still taking commissions and you should all go take advantage of that. The information for her commissions is Here! Tara is sweet and super awesome and could use the help currently!
James’ reaction to flirty Cortez kills me every time I see it.
ROMANCE THE SHUTTLE PILOT THEY SAID
IT’LL BE FUN THEY SAID
[[Oh no here have Steve in a sweater that Edmund made him wear because Edmund is a dork that way.]]
[[Because I told a Cortez this was happening, so it happened.]]
CONFESSION:
Why is it that the straight fangirls where a great many of them creepily fetishize Kaidan and MShep always act shocked when I say I am not into them? And let me stress its only the straight fandom that does this. My fellow bretheren never do this. They respect that I don’t care for the couple and I am respectfulof their enjoyment. I would have prefered Thane and even Garrus. I was happy with Cortez though. I don’t know why its assumed I automatically love the pairing because I am gay. I’m sorry ladies but mShenko does not make my loinstingle. I had no interest in him since the first game. Just because I am gay it should not be assumed that I ship them. We all have our own tastes you know. We are not part of this giant gay hive.
CONFESSION:
I know a couple who found each other through their grief. They shared stories of the love they lost but found they had similar interests. These two men found loveand settled down together. They actually have portraitsof their previous loves on the wall together. So lets not judge the Cortez/Shepard relationship please.Grief is different for everybody. I have found most people who question the Cortez/Shepard ship really do not have an understanding of grief. Oh…the couple I was referring to was me and my husband. We have not forgotten our previous loves and never will. We have chosen to go on. Romance who you want but some of uswould appreciate it if you didnt judge us for preferring Cortez over Kaidan. Thanks.
doctor: you have exactly 20 minutes to live
me:
good I need 16 seconds to cry when this ends
In case you forgot why Steve is the best and why he deserves so much more love and recognition from the fandom
