reyescott replied to your post “if I honest to god have to vote for zuckerberg in 2020 I am going off...”
hard fucking same
how did we end up in the darkest timeline

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reyescott replied to your post “if I honest to god have to vote for zuckerberg in 2020 I am going off...”
hard fucking same
how did we end up in the darkest timeline
reyescott replied to your post: ������ for Cade!!
man your ocs are always so thoughtout and interesting. I usually take the ‘this is my oc, they like red’ route.
oh dude i just have too much time on my hands and i think Non Stop About Everything
haha I just saw you posted 5 for them, so maybe 2 for scott/reyes?
"... and if they'd just shut up for five seconds and listen to each other maybe they'd actually get shit done instead ...of .." Scott's tirade paused as he felt arms slid around his waist and a soft brush of lips against his neck. He was frozen for a moment not used to anyone touching him so gently when he was worked up. Sucking in a deep breath he let it out and felt Reyes arms tighten around him for a moment.
"You know if you let them get you worked up like this they win." Reyes voice was soft, chin resting on Scott's shoulder as he held onto him. Scott could work himself up into practically a panic if he was allowed to. Reyes had seen it for himself once and would rather not see it again. Wrapping the younger man in his arms usually worked to calm him down in other ways so instinct told him it would work for this as well. He was glad to see, feel, that he'd been right.
Defeated for the moment Scott sagged back into Reyes arms, leaning his head back on the slightly boney shoulder behind him. "But they're such fucking idiots." there wasn't any bite left to his words now. The comforting weight of Reyes arms around him banking that fire for the moment. Not something most people could do.
Shifting he turned in Reyes arms so he press his face into his lovers neck.
"Idiots who shouldn't bother you with their bickering." He chuckled softly, gripping Scott tight for a moment before his arms loosened and he stepped back.
Scott took another deep breath, smile finally slipping onto his lips. "Thanks ... I .... I didn't think something like that would work."
11 or 28 for reyes/scott?
a morning kiss & teaching the other something new
(because one lead to feels for the other)
It had been quite some time that waking up somewhere unexpected actually meant something good. To be fair, having an entirely handsome man nuzzling sleepy against him definitely made all the difference. He even smiled into the kiss Reyes dragged him up for, despite his eyes not quite managing to open after breaking apart.
“Mm, morning.” Scott’s mouth pursed, eyes blinking into full awareness when Reyes began to shift away from him, despite his own soft laughter. “What are you doing?”
Reyes, already sat up in bed, stopped in the middle of reaching down for his shirt to look back at Scott over his shoulder. “It’s still early enough for your crew not to be awake, no?” he said. “An ideal time for me to make my retreat.”
He let out an entirely undignified squawking sound when Scott dove to get his arms around his waist, yanking him back down into bed.
“Scott! What are you---”
“Why would you ever think I wanted you to leave?” Scott pressed a soft kiss to Reyes’ lips in the wake of his somewhat baffled expression. “We’ve earned more than a few lazy mornings. And there’s no way I want to give you up yet.”
“Oh.” Reyes reached up to brush his knuckles across the high line of Scott’s cheek bones. “My apologies, I’ve never had a partner who wanted...well...more.”
“Lucky me then,” Scott said, swallowing up the strangled sound that escaped Reyes then with a kiss.
24 or 26 for your steve ship?
26. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Casey tips the last of his drink into his mouth, relishing the burn as the strange salarian liquor travels down his throat. Setting the tumbler down on the bar, he gestures to the bartender to pour him another.
“Make that two, please,” a voice calls from behind him. Turning his head just enough to confirm that it’s Steve sitting down on the stool next to him, Casey sighs, not necessarily with relief. The tightness in his chest holds him back from even acknowledging the other man and he instead focuses his attention on the bartop in front of him, tracing the scratches with his eyes, examining gouges and nicks, desperately trying to avoid a conversation.
mozzarella
Scott Ryder/Gil Brodie, set post-game (spoilers for Ryder Family Secrets, read here on AO3)
Gil comes home with a surprise for Scott it might be a dog
@reyescott @teenytabris (I felt obliged to tag you because reasons)
Gil placed the box down in the front hallway as he entered the house quietly, trying to be as sneaky as possible. It had taken months of planning to get this surprise right, and for it to fall at the last hurdle would suck. He shrugged his jacket off, hanging it by the door next to Scott’s. He could hear the faint sounds of Scott in the kitchen, so he crept through, leaning in the kitchen doorway for a moment to watch him.
Scott was stood at the oven, stirring at the pot of Bolognese sauce he was making, lifting the spoon to his mouth to taste it before quickly throwing in more garlic and pepper. Gil smiled as he noticed that he was covered in flour from the fresh pasta he had likely made earlier, mostly in hand prints where he had clearly wiped it on his jeans or shirt without thinking. Though Scott had his back to him, Gil knew that there would be a streak across his forehead as well and probably in his hair.
He took a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around Scott from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, “What’s cooking, good looking?”
Look atlas these are Rich Dudes I feel you could get a lot more than 2-3k from these guys to pretend to care about their rich dude struggles at fyre festival, just sayin. shoot for the moon and even if you miss you'll land amongst the overseas tax-evasion banks etc etc
look while i likely COULD get more out of them im not gonna take my chances im just gonna aim for reasonable (plus if 3 of them give me 3k that’s 9k and u know what i could do with 9k in my miserable life? so much) so yeah @ any rich folk that just got money sitting around: my paypal is open! [email protected] if u attended fyre festival and want a sympathetic defender im right here for the low low price of 3k!!
reyescott replied to your post “I’m so close to reaching a follower milestone, I kinda want to do a...”
your art is fucking fantastic on all circumstances, and seeing it brightens my day soo
kiraylah replied to your post “I’m so close to reaching a follower milestone, I kinda want to do a...”
Aw, your art is great! It always makes me happy to see
ahhh thank you!! i think i will try it then, at the very least it could be good practice