Okay, again I say: your icon looks delicious! I am v. jealous, sitting here with my 6 icons, threefour of which are devoted to SGA (including this, my "hungry hungry sheppard" one. I figure John likes a nice cup of hot cocoa every now and then, especially if he's going to Starbucks with Rodney.)
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They wait in line, chafing their hands to get them warm now that they're out of the cold, surreptitiously bumping shoulders and leaning, just a little, to share warmth. They finally get up to the barista, and Rodney orders an extra-venti cafe americano, hold the hot water (all the while muttering under his breath about the indignity of being forced to ask for anything American-style). And then John, all pink cheeks and windswept hair (not that you'd notice, really), grins at the coffee girl as he orders, "One grande hazelnut hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, please." She grins back and gives him an extra dusting of cocoa, leading Rodney to give an annoyed huff and stride over to the fixings station (even though he always takes his massive cup of espresso black). John pays for both of their drinks and follows, tugging Rodney's elbow until he relents from his stare-down with the cinnamon shaker and joins John at a table. "Here, try it," John says, sliding his mug toward Rodney. "Yes, because cavities are exactly what I need to acquire before we head back." John just nudges his mug closer, and Rodney sighs in hazelnutty defeat. He's surprised -- the drink's actually fairly good. He might even go so far as to call it delicious. When he lowers the mug, he sees John grinning at him, staring fixedly at his nose. "Oh, very mature, Colonel, pretend to share your drink so that I end up with whipped cream everywhere," he starts, raising a hand to swipe at his nose. John beats him to it, though, leaning across the small table to place a kiss on the very tip of his nose, giving it a tiny lick before he pulls back, grin firmly in place. "Oh," Rodney says, realization warming him from the inside faster than his espresso ever had. (He still wipes at his nose, though, because: ew.) "Drink up, Rodney," John says, perching on the edge of his chair, "and then we can get out of here." Rodney stands up, grinning back. "That," he says, "is why they invented travel cups."
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Ha, I think mcsmooch has broken my brain -- everything in the world is clearly a prompt! I was mostly commenting to say that LJ's apparently having some date/time issues on the new servers (my email notification said you left this comment at 2:45AM today, while the link to "reply on webpage" tells me that you commented at 11:45 tonight. Ah! You're writing from the ~future~!). But instead: have some boys!
eeee, no one's ever left me comment!fic before! And ohhh, this made me grin SO BIG. :D Boys surreptitiously bumping shoulders and leaning and John, all pink cheeks and windswept hair and Rodney sighs in hazelnutty defeat and whipped cream nose-kissing!!! You know my weakness for nose-kissing, and this whole snippet just makes me so ridiculously happy. Nose-kissing!!! asjhdkfhkg!!! ♥!
I have always noticed a discrepancy between the time on my gmail inbox page (my local time) and the time in the email itself (GMT) for LJ-related notifications. The GMT would explain my writing from the future (since I actually replied at 6:45pm EST, and GMT is +5 from here), but I have no idea where that 2:45am is coming from!
And, pfft, everything in the world is a prompt even when it's not mcsmooch time. I have been reading a floofy chick lit book on my commute (which is a shocking waste of precious time since it pertains to nothing that needs doing, but it's helping me cling to the last shreds of my sanity) and it is totally John/Rodney-able. Everything is. That's just, like, McShep law, as undeniable as Newton's laws of motion. ;)
To conclude: nose-kissing!!! *flails happily off to bed, still grinning doofily* ♥
And I've never been inspired to leave a comment!fic, so we both get to yell FIRST!! like big internet dorks. :-) I'm glad you liked it. :D
I am intrigued by this floofy chick-lit book and its potential to be John/Rodney-ed. What kind of AU are we talking, fashion designers, magazine editors, professional shoppers?
What kind of AU are we talking, fashion designers, magazine editors, professional shoppers?
Café staff! The floofy book in question is The Waitress by Melissa Nathan. In which Rodney Katie is a waitress while trying to figure out what actual career she wants, goes on a date with the hottest guy ever, has a panic attack and flees the restaurant while he's in the restroom, only to find that John Dan, the hot guy, has bought her cafe (and also taken up with his old girlfriend again). =O
Café staff! That almost-kinda reminds me of lamardeuse's Roadkill Grill story, except now that I'm re-reading the summary, it doesn't really. (I thought John bought the restaurant, but if he's the lobsterman, wouldn't it make more sense for Rodney to buy it?) Now my brain's convinced it was actually a different story I was thinking of (not the one where Rodney's the struggling grad student working in a Tim Horton's, either) -- I bet if you did a sgastoryfinders search, along the lines of, "I'm looking for a story where Rodney's working in a cafe/restaurant, and John buys the restaurant," there'd be a bunch of answers. (Oh, storyfinders, I keep wanting to make up ridiculous summaries for you, just to see if they've been written yet.)
Not that this should discourage you in any way from doing a full-out Waitress AU! Dooooo iiiiiit.
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They wait in line, chafing their hands to get them warm now that they're out of the cold, surreptitiously bumping shoulders and leaning, just a little, to share warmth. They finally get up to the barista, and Rodney orders an extra-venti cafe americano, hold the hot water (all the while muttering under his breath about the indignity of being forced to ask for anything American-style). And then John, all pink cheeks and windswept hair (not that you'd notice, really), grins at the coffee girl as he orders, "One grande hazelnut hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, please." She grins back and gives him an extra dusting of cocoa, leading Rodney to give an annoyed huff and stride over to the fixings station (even though he always takes his massive cup of espresso black). John pays for both of their drinks and follows, tugging Rodney's elbow until he relents from his stare-down with the cinnamon shaker and joins John at a table. "Here, try it," John says, sliding his mug toward Rodney. "Yes, because cavities are exactly what I need to acquire before we head back." John just nudges his mug closer, and Rodney sighs in hazelnutty defeat. He's surprised -- the drink's actually fairly good. He might even go so far as to call it delicious. When he lowers the mug, he sees John grinning at him, staring fixedly at his nose. "Oh, very mature, Colonel, pretend to share your drink so that I end up with whipped cream everywhere," he starts, raising a hand to swipe at his nose. John beats him to it, though, leaning across the small table to place a kiss on the very tip of his nose, giving it a tiny lick before he pulls back, grin firmly in place. "Oh," Rodney says, realization warming him from the inside faster than his espresso ever had. (He still wipes at his nose, though, because: ew.) "Drink up, Rodney," John says, perching on the edge of his chair, "and then we can get out of here." Rodney stands up, grinning back. "That," he says, "is why they invented travel cups."
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Ha, I think mcsmooch has broken my brain -- everything in the world is clearly a prompt! I was mostly commenting to say that LJ's apparently having some date/time issues on the new servers (my email notification said you left this comment at 2:45AM today, while the link to "reply on webpage" tells me that you commented at 11:45 tonight. Ah! You're writing from the ~future~!). But instead: have some boys!
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I have always noticed a discrepancy between the time on my gmail inbox page (my local time) and the time in the email itself (GMT) for LJ-related notifications. The GMT would explain my writing from the future (since I actually replied at 6:45pm EST, and GMT is +5 from here), but I have no idea where that 2:45am is coming from!
And, pfft, everything in the world is a prompt even when it's not mcsmooch time. I have been reading a floofy chick lit book on my commute (which is a shocking waste of precious time since it pertains to nothing that needs doing, but it's helping me cling to the last shreds of my sanity) and it is totally John/Rodney-able. Everything is. That's just, like, McShep law, as undeniable as Newton's laws of motion. ;)
To conclude: nose-kissing!!! *flails happily off to bed, still grinning doofily* ♥
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I am intrigued by this floofy chick-lit book and its potential to be John/Rodney-ed. What kind of AU are we talking, fashion designers, magazine editors, professional shoppers?
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What kind of AU are we talking, fashion designers, magazine editors, professional shoppers?
Café staff! The floofy book in question is The Waitress by Melissa Nathan. In which Rodney Katie is a waitress while trying to figure out what actual career she wants, goes on a date with the hottest guy ever, has a panic attack and flees the restaurant while he's in the restroom, only to find that John Dan, the hot guy, has bought her cafe (and also taken up with his old girlfriend again). =O
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Not that this should discourage you in any way from doing a full-out Waitress AU! Dooooo iiiiiit.
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