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jdr1184 - SGA Fic: The Reluctant Princess:
"Look, regardless of how tasty I smell, guys that look like the prince don't end up with guys like--"
And that was when Jeanie slapped her small hand over Rodney's mouth in a way that was way more painful than necessary to make a point, and her glare went hard and sharp.
"Listen up and listen well because I will likely never again repeat these words," she told him in a clipped, precise tone. "You've always been the smartest guy in the room and that made it okay for you to be an arrogant ass with no concept of how to talk to people or to make friends," Jeanie said, ruthless and honest.
Rodney nodded at her, because Jeanie looked just on this side of crazy at that moment.
"You're a good person," Jeanie told him, her voice firm and her face open and honest in a way that was vaguely terrifying. "You deserve better than you let yourself have. And don't for one second think that I don't know why. You've been punishing yourself for as long as I can remember for something that was never your fault. As your sister who loves you despite herself, I am telling you that it is time for a change."
She took her hand off his mouth and Rodney opened it to say, "But--!" so she slapped it right over his face--again, harder than necessary, and Rodney winced and glared fiercely at her.
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Bell Curve, or, Ladies Night at the Boom Boom Room Rodney hissed. "And look, Jeannie, I already told you this last night but guys like John don't date guys like--"
And that was when Jeannie slapped her small hand over Rodney's mouth in a way that was way more painful than necessary to make a point, and her glare went hard and sharp.
"Listen up and listen well, Rodney Edward McKay, because I will likely never again repeat these words," she told him in a clipped, precise tone.
Rodney stared at her with big eyes in the canned fruit and condiments aisle.
"You've always been smarter than anybody else you ever met, and that made you feel good about being socially retarded and not understanding how to make friends and influence people," Jeannie said, ruthless and honest. "And Mom and Dad let you get away with it because according to them raising a genius is hard and they were always a little bit fucked up anyway. But you were a good big brother, when you could be fucked to do it, and Rodney?"
Rodney nodded at her, because Jeannie looked just on this side of crazy at that moment.
"You're a good person," Jeannie told him, her voice firm and her face open and honest and several other good things she couldn't have gotten from their shared genetics. "You're a good and decent man and you deserve better than you let yourself have. You've been talking down to yourself your whole life and beating people into submission with your brain your whole life and as your sister who loves you despite herself, I am telling you that it is time for a change."
She took her hand off his mouth and Rodney opened it to say, "But--!" so she slapped it right over his face--again, harder than necessary, and Rodney winced and glared fiercely at her.
jdr1184 - SGA Fic: The Reluctant Princess:
Rodney didn't get that about women, how they could be years younger and your baby sister and mouthy and annoying and pushy, and how they could just touch you and make you feel comforted and safe and about five years old.
Waiting For My Real Life To Begin by toomuchplor
Rodney didn’t get that about women, how they could be years younger and your baby sister and mouthy and annoying and pushy, and how they could just touch you and make you feel comforted and safe and about seven years old.
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the plot appears to have been lifted wholesale from the commercial ebook 'Bonding with Graven' by Amber Kell" complete with word-for-word comparisons: "Where were the blood-soaked walls and drained bodies lining the walkway? It was anti-climatic to see caramel veined white marble" appears in 'Bonding with Graven' and in
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What possible joy can fal[s]e praise bring you? Gotta wonder.