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
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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.
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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 ( ... )
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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. ( ... )
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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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