#reyescott

[gay-orcs]

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

[gwynbleiddyn]

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

[kingofkadara]

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."

[redxluna]

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.

[goodeveningtalos]

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.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Steve says as the bartender hands him his drink. Casey breathes deeply, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm the uneasiness in his gut. He turns to Steve briefly, raising his eyebrows in the smallest acknowledgement of his presence he can muster before turning back to his drink, head downturned and elbows firmly planted on the surface in front of him.

Steve takes a sip of his drink, his face contorting for a second as he processes its strong taste, something akin to dry mustard. Forcing himself to swallow the drink, he clears his throat, “You know, the first time we met here, I was so lost. I had just started to figure out how I could put my past behind me and I had ended up getting a crush on my CO, and I had no clue if you were even into guys, let alone me,” he muses, playing with his tumbler on the bar top in front of him.

Casey scoffs, something akin to a smile playing on his lips, his tongue running along the sharp edges of his teeth, “I thought I was a little more obvious than that.”

Steve flashes a quick smile at Casey, “I hadn’t dated in years. Any gaydar I had fell out of use as soon as,” he pauses abruptly, taking a deep breath to prepare for the end of his sentence, “well, as soon as I bought Robert’s engagement ring.”

Casey instinctively looks up at the mention of Robert, still ready to triage reopened wounds even in his current mood, but finds Steve looking almost entirely put together, save for the look of disgust on his face as he tries to down the rest of his drink.

“Finding out that you had feelings for me too changed my life,” Steve chuckles under his breath a little, casting a quick glance upward, as if he can tell Robert is somewhere laughing at how cheesy that was, “and not in some epic romance movie way, I’m not that kind of guy. But, I finally realized I had a second chance at life. I had my first first kiss in years that night. That’s not something I ever saw happening in my life again after Ferris Fields,” he places his hand on Casey’s neck, gently rubbing his thumb along the side. Casey turns his head to look at him, his eyes wet.

His voice cracking with emotion he’s normally so careful to hide, Casey forces himself to speak, “Steve, I- you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. One of the only good things that happened to me since I was 16. But,” he pauses, desperate to swallow the tears now welling along his eyelids, “this? Thessia? I can’t…” he trails off, refusing to let his thoughts take form. Refusing to expose Steve to the turmoil in his head.

Steve’s hand trails down to Casey’s back, “I know this is hard. I’ll never know what it feels like to go through what happened down there, but in some ways, Robert was my Thessia. It hurts, and you might think you’ll never recover. But give the wound some time to heal and someday, I know you’ll beat this.”

Casey huffs a breath through his nose, something close to a laugh in sentiment, but drowned out by the overwhelming sense of apathy and hopelessness clinging to him.

Sliding off his stool, Steve steps toward Casey’s, wrapping his arms tightly around him and resting his head on top of his, gently placing a kiss on top of his head, “You are one of the most incredible men I have ever met, Casey. But even incredible people don’t have to do everything alone.”

There’s a few seconds before Casey speaks, trying to curb his teary eyes and runny nose, “On that note, mind helping your drunk boyfriend down the stairs?”

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes quickly before flicking open his omnitool to pay off the tab, “Guess I walked into that one.”

Casey’s lips soften in response, the closest thing to a smile he’s managed all night.

Steve wraps his arm around Casey’s torso, and helps him stand off the stool. Casey puts his arm across Steve’s shoulders and they slowly make their way to the stairs.

//

After somehow managing it down the stairs with only one trip, which garnered what some might call a look of concern from Aria, and a rather stressful skycar ride with a despondent drunk who seemed on the verge of motion sickness the whole way, Steve and Casey are finally in the hall outside the apartment.

“You need me to come in or…” Steve asks, unsure of whether Casey really wants him around at all, especially after his surprise appearance at Purgatory.

Casey shakes his head. They stand in silence for a few seconds, unsure of where to go or what to do. Steve turns to leave, his brow knitting in consternation as he tries to figure out where he stands.

Casey lurches forward, his hand finding Steve’s shoulder. Steve turns around slowly and finds himself enveloped in a hug. A deep hug that smells of smoke and gun oil and salarian whiskey. “Thanks,” Casey mumbles. There’s a lot said in that single word. For saving him just as much as he had saved Steve. For getting the good tequila in. For managing to love the mess of a man Casey Shepard so deeply believes himself to be. For being there. For showing up in some godforsaken bar on the Presidium when he least wanted it. For everything.

“Of course.”

[thatapostateboy]

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?”

Scott jumped a little, dropping the spoon into the sauce before leaning back into Gil’s embrace, “Ryder family recipe spag bol with meatballs. Straight from the recipe book.”

Gil’s smile grew, “I love your family.”

Scott hummed with laughter, “Just wait until we can get my mom out of cryo, then you’ll get them cooked by the expert… What are you doing home so early? I wasn’t expecting you for another hour or so.”

“Got all of my errands done quicker than I thought,” he told him, “And besides, I couldn’t wait to get home to you.” Scott turned himself in Gil’s arms, leaning down a little to kiss him. Gil kissed him back for a moment before pulling away slightly, taking hold of Scott’s hands, “Can you slip away from dinner for a few minutes? I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Sure,” Scott gave a nod, “Sauce needs time to cook anyway. What sort of surprise? If it’s like the surprise from this morning, we’ll have to be quick; Dian’s due to wake up from his nap soon.”

Gil smirked as he led him into the living room and sitting him on a couch, “Maybe later after our troublesome son has bedded down for the night, but for now I’ve got an even better surprise.”

“Better?” Scott’s eyebrows rose, disturbing the line of flour on his forehead a little, “That’s a big statement to live up to.”

“Just stay there, and close your eyes,” Gil instructed, starting to back out of the room slowly, watching as Scott suspiciously closed his eyes, “Do you remember your sister mentioning that a load of second wave biologists on the Hyperion had started working on bringing animal DNA out of cryo?”

“I remember. Our cousin Toni is a zoologist, she was quite excited,” Scott said.

Gil picked up the box from the entryway and made his way back in, “Well, their work has come along really well as it turns out.”

“Does that mean there’s going to be real steak in Andromeda?” Scott grinned.

“Better,” Gil insisted, putting the box at his feet, “Open it.”

Scott opened his eyes with a frown, glancing down at the box. He went to open it, but there was a shuffle of movement from inside, and his head snapped up to look at Gil, a smile playing on his lips as he started to figure it out, “What’s in here?”

“Just open it,” Gil grinned.

With slower and more suspicious movements than before, Scott flipped open the flaps keeping the contents hidden and he couldn’t hold back the tears that immediately welled up in his eyes when he looked inside.

Rolling around in the bottom of the box was a puppy; golden fur, big brown eyes and a wriggly body. With shaking hands, Scott reached down and scooped the pup up into his arms, cradling him close to his chest, pressing a face into his soft fur.

“Is he…?” he dared a glance up at Gil.

“He’s all yours. First litter of puppies in Andromeda,” Gil told him, coming to sit beside him, “Do you like him?”

Tears of joy ran down Scott’s face, “I love him. I love him so much… and I love you. Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“Scott, if we lived in the Milky Way I have no doubt that you would have adopted ten dogs by now because I can’t say no to your damn puppy dog eyes, as soon as I heard that they were starting to breed animals again I had our names down for the first litter. Wanted it to be a surprise. Had to drop your sister’s name a few times to get on the list, but it was worth it. Anything’s worth it to see you smile.”

Scott leaned across and caught his lips in a kiss. Gil wiped away his tears before scratching the pup behind his ear.

“You’ve still got to name him,” Gil reminded him.

Scott was quiet for a moment as he looked at his dog, a look of real contemplation in his eyes. Gil watched him curiously, raising an eyebrow as a smile spread across Scott’s face.

“Mozzarella.”

“Mozzarella? First dog in Andromeda and you’re calling him Mozzarella?”

Scott nodded, shifting the pup in his arms so that he could press a kiss to his nose, “Yeah. He’s definitely a Mozzarella.”

Gil snorted with laughter, kissing his cheek, “I love you, you goofball.”

[malelavellan]

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!!

[scottryder-spacetwink]

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