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cherish--these--times · 8 months

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VERY LONG POST ALERT

I've been doing a SGA rewatch. Seeing John and Teyla in a new light and wanted to spread the love and share some thoughts! Bear with me on that one. They might be more to come.

I think The Legacy Series very cleverly exploited what had been established by the end of season 5. If we consider the Fandemonium books canon (Stargate Wiki certainly does) then John and Teyla are openly in love and in a committed relationship. The first couple of books reveal that Teyla had harboured feelings for him for a long time but believed he didn't see her in that way. Concept best illustrated by this scene, I believe. When Teyla offers a comfy thigh for his sleepy head and he doesn't say so much as a thank you and she looks discomfited to say the least.

And whether this was scripted or simply an acting choice on Rachel Luttrell's part, this look signifies a lot in an episode mentioning a man she has feelings for who has yet to make a move.

As stated in the books, following the deaths of Carson, Elizabeth and Kate, she sought comfort where she could find it, which was in the arms of a fellow Athosian whom she knew since childhood and who had the Gift as well. She tried to move on with her life with someone she trusted and loved. And it makes sense. Rachel Luttrell loved that about this storyline and I agree with her.

Truth be told, not much is happening regarding John and Teyla in the first three seasons, especially after season 1. John puts on the charm on her when they first meet the same way he does with every pretty girl they encounter on a mission, which clearly indicates that he finds her attractive. And she is INTO IT. Instantly. Her little smile and Colonel Sumner's raised eyebrow and barely concealed amusement LOL... The only moment of levity on his part regarding Sheppard...

You can glimpse that she might be falling for him right there and then. And the necklace scene.. Uuggghh the sexual tension there hehe.

John trusts her implicitly and immediately, it's beautiful to see. I love when he defends her against Bates when she's suspected to be a double agent for the Wraith. And he has little to show for it apart from the fact that he just really likes her and knows that she's a kind hearted person. It's not based on anything factual. Bates was absolutely right about that. And John losing his shit with him because he is well aware of that is delightful. He doesn't know why, yet, but he already adores her and will defend her honour to Earth and back (and that's a long way alright!). Same when she learns she has Wraith DNA and Bates once again suspects the worst. Teyla struggles to fit in and John is her anchor, for sure. Equally, I love when she volunteers to go through the gate with him when he has the iratus bug on his neck. She wants to do it straight away. Knowing she might not come back on the other side. She is already willing to do anything for him at the expense of her life and they've only known each other a few weeks by that point.

But after that first season... Nothing. Teyla finds an ally in Ronon as they both share the burden of not being from Earth and therefore being outsiders, to some extent. He takes John's place by her side and I am digging their friendship so hard it's unreal. Far more than I used to, actually. Ronon loves her so much it's so endearing. She is too reserved to show it in the same way but it's honestly so cute.

Regarding John, sure there is the Conversion episode. And to me it confirms what we already knew which is that John is attracted to Teyla and the virus lowered his inhibitions to the point that he just went and did what he probably thought about doing a handful of times. And the "He cares for you more than you know" body possession thing in The Long Goodbye is a clever way of insinuating that John has deeper feelings for her than he is letting on. Without truly committing to anything. And deeper feelings I believe he had from day one. That's how I had interpreted it. I just didn't think the writers were gonna do anything substantial about it.

And sure enough, John's relationship with her changes from season 2 onwards. It's subtle but you can feel that they have drifted apart, somewhat. Or perhaps things have now settled and John doesn't need to be so protective of her and her place on his team anymore. One thing I did notice is that Teyla is always annoyed when John flirts with other women. The camera is never focused on her specifically but you can see her doing a massive eye roll or else just staring at the back of his head everytime. Or sharing a look with Ronon. Sometimes all three LOL

I guess we can give season 3's episode The Ark an honourable mention for shippy content (and Sunday, more on that soon). When John is ready to die for her by landing the shuttle on the planet, even if Rodney deems it impossible. But that's just John for ya. He did the same for Elizabeth in The Real World. And Jennifer in The Seed. And for other people and Atlantis at large on too many occasions to count.

What the Remnants episode and subsequently the books did beautifully was to establish one paramount fact about John Sheppard. He considers himself a marked man whose impending death will be fate's retribution for his failure in Afghanistan. It was the defining moment of his character, I think. Every time he survives, it's just delaying the inevitable. And so risking his life trying to protect his team and Atlantis feels like fair dues. What else does he have to live for?

But then... Season 4 happened. And it is rather magnificent, in my humble opinion. I'm quite certain John is the one Teyla speaks of to her friend in Sunday. A man who is oblivious to her feelings for him. Very interestingly, that conversation about this mystery man happens at the exact same time Ronon is telling John that he always thought he and Teyla would hook up (Hurrah for Ronon, our biggest Sheyla supporter out there LOL). We know this because the explosion happens in both places shortly after. That, from a storytelling point of view, could not be more on the nose.

And so... in my view, Teyla got tired of pining. John wanted to spend time with her, risked his life saving her, freaked out when she was harmed but still, he did nothing. She was grieving. Kanaan was there. She knew and loved him. It made sense.

One thing I'm mad about is that, because the writers had to justify Rachel's pregnancy, they committed the ultimate sin: exposing Teyla's relationship with Kanaan to us rather than showing it. We had to make do with multiple characters saying something like "Oh the father is Kanaan, right? I noticed the way you spoke about him." KILL ME NOW.

Nothing is more off putting than forcing the audience to accept that something exists by telling them rather than giving them ON SCREEN evidence so they can buy it (looking at you, Ted Lasso). I mean... I would have probably hated the guy anyway (I am a shipper after all), but I don't know enough about him to have an opinion LOL. I only now understand Kanaan and his history with Teyla thanks to the books but it's certainly no thanks to the show.

Yet, it demonstrated one thing. The writers didn't care much about Kanaan. It was all about John and his feelings instead. They presented Kanaan as a fait accompli without doing any of the legwork to solidify their bond aside from some lukewarm scenes that defines them as nothing more than affectionate past lovers.

Instead, perhaps for the first time ever in the show, John gets emotional. Several times. And it's all to do with Teyla, let it be before or after the birth of Torren. More on that later.

I love this quote from the Outcast episode, when he goes back to Earth for his dad's funeral. I can't think of a better scene to encapsulate John's character:

SHEPPARD Well, maybe you meant something to him, too. You never know what people are thinking.

AVA Even those you're closest to?

SHEPPARD Especially those.

This is referring to his father who, to John's surprise, regretted the way things had ended between them. But in truth, I think it applies to John himself as well. That's Sheppard in a nutshell. Keeping his cards close to his chest and never letting the people he loves know how much they matter to him. They might be snatched away, or he might let them down, or he might die and cause them pain. This is post pregnancy-revelation by the way. Considering the context of the episode, this again clearly referres to his family (namely dad, brother and ex-wife), but it also applies to himself, the way he treats his friends and perhaps, dare I say, the fact that he's too late and Teyla is no longer free.

I believe we witnessed something rather fascinating on the writers' part once the decision had been made to make an unknown man be the father of Teyla's child (and rumour has it John has once been the main candidate). They could have dropped the John/Teyla ball right there and then. They in fact had, as far as I was concerned, except for the small hints in The Ark and Sunday mentioned above. But then they picked it up again in a way that leads me to believe they actually wanted to keep the ball.

(Sidenote: This has been proven true because it was planned that John and Teyla would get together in the movie following the end of season 5. As stated here by executive producer Joe Mallozzi. I discovered this after writing this post).

They had the perfect opportunity to have Teyla and Kanaan drive off into the sunset (I know they don't have a car... you get my point LOL) and leave it there but... No. They wanted to keep the romantic tension alive. Which is fantastic to me.

First little clue that feels different is that when they encounter Larrin again and John swiftly enters prince charming mode, the camera purposely shows Teyla's reaction. Which never happened before. This feels very deliberate. And for the first time she doesn't look mildly annoyed but simply... resigned.

It fits nicely with the narrative that she thinks John simply does not reciprocate her feelings. Consider that this is an odd directing choice to make when the writers have already told us she is pregnant with another man's child (though John does not know it yet by that point, which is important to note). To me, they clearly wanted to show that she still has feelings for him but probably thinks she made the right call by deciding to try and move on.

Now. To the main subject... Following Teyla's pregnancy revelation, it appears that John, probably against his will, caught (shudders) emotions.

In a predictable and intrinsically human move (if slightly infuriating), he kinda loses it the moment he learns Teyla is not only seeing someone, but has also conceived child with another man. Now, I know what you're thinking. I am reading too much into it with my shipper goggles on. Well, first of all, no because he loves her that's canon.

Secondly, he shows a level of anger and disquiet that we rarely get to see. He is still John Sheppard and is SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE with anything to do with feelings. But it's undeniable that he is shaken and rattled by the announcement of Teyla's pregnancy. In a way that immediately feels personal. Like not much else ever has on the show. Bear in mind, her people are missing. She is expecting a baby. This is good news and he should be over the moon for her. A glimmer of hope in an otherwise very bleak and gloomy time. But no.

The man is aaaaangry. One could argue that he is just upset because she's under his command and she hid something that could very well jeopardise their missions... That's very true, too (though she makes a point of saying Athosian women remain very active up until the birth of their child). But nobody else cares about that. Not even Sam, who would be well within her right to give Teyla an earful about this. She hid it from everyone but only he reacts so badly. Ronon could have been upset too! He is perhaps a closer friend to her by that point, yet he doesn't feel betrayed by her dissimulation. In fact, he could not be more supportive. Everyone but John is super happy for her. Kudos to Lorne for giving her a hell of a pep talk. I love Lorne. What a guy.

They all trust Teyla and know she can look after herself. John of all people knows that more than anybody else! But this is different. He always respected her decisions but this, he cannot cope with... That's not a direction the writers would have taken had they truly wanted to sail that ship once and for all (see what I did there?).

What he is saying is:

"You put yourself, your child and the rest of the team in danger by hiding crucial information from me. NOT COOL!"

Based on what follows in the show and the books (and the never to be seen movie script), what he is actually saying is:

"You slept with someone and I didn't even know about it and had I known I would have taken my head out of my ass sooner and now it's too late YOU'RE PREGNANT how could you do this to me?? Sure I flirt with every skirt in my vicinity, I give no evidence whatsoever that I love you except when I'm possessed by alien entities taking away my free will and therefore disclosing things I would rather keep buried as deep as Atlantis when we first found it. And I know you have a lot on your plate with your people missing and your child potentially being the last of them and whatnot but WHAT ABOUT MY FEELINGS TEYLA???"

I firmly believe that this is more than Teyla hiding the pregnancy and putting herself in harm's way. I have evidence of this because he loves her it's canon because in a couple of episodes later, in Quarantine, he is the one telling her that she will do more good as a mother by being on the field than by staying home.

And in season 5, in The Queen, she makes the decision to pose as a Wraith Queen and risk her life and John, though very concerned, supports her decision.

That and his faith in her ability to fend for herself since day one are proof, in my book, that his initial reaction was not entirely to do with worrying about her safety. Don't get me wrong, it partly is! And he is mad as hell because she put herself in danger and she's under his responsibility so if she and her child die, that's on him. He has every right to be pissed off. What strikes me though is not so much the reason for his anger but the fuel behind it. The immediacy of it. The "losing his cool in front of Ronon and in the middle of a corridor" type of shit. The inability to bottle things up the way he usually does. It's personal. He is affected in a way that's impossible to repress, which happens to be his coping mechanism of choice. Therefore all the more jarring when he fails to do it. And it's not the only time when it comes to Teyla and the daunting possibility that she might no longer be a part of his life the way she used to:

This scene is very interesting to me. Again with the "in a corridor and in public" thing. This time because he learnt that Teyla is considering leaving the team... And once again, he cannot contain his fury.

True, she has not been upfront about her intentions, probably because she feared his reaction... BOTH TIMES. Uhm...

Both times, she is going through the wringer and he lashes out because he doesn't know how to properly articulate that he is deeply, deeply affected. Teyla must have known this unconsciously because she chose to hide something from him twice. She knew that he would react badly. I think she knows that he is holding back on her and burying feelings. Women know these things. Teyla was a part of his world in a way that he thought was never going to change. But he was wrong. And facing that is unbearable for him, turns out. Considering that they get together in the books (or would have gotten together in the movie), his behaviour makes SO MUCH SENSE.

He's not always a dickhead though. In Quarantine he assures her that her boy will have a family no matter what. Even if she dies, they will look after him. And that is FREAKING AWESOME. He HATES talking about deep stuff. But he also knows she needs to hear from him, specifically, that she's an amazing warrior super mama who's not meant to stay home and change nappies and that they all will be there to look after mini-Teyla if anything happens.

It's unbelievably wholesome and further proof that John loves and understands her so so so so much. And the fact that when the baby kicks for the first time she takes his hand and he feels it...

And then climbs a fucking tower like a fucking prince when he senses that she's really starting to worry. He is already that kid's stepdad I tell ya. I know that Atlantis was emitting a signal that could attract baddies and that the city was vulnerable and he had to do it but the defining factor for his reckless Batman move was seeing Teyla distressed and you cannot convince me otherwise.

One thing that really struck me as well was that in the following episode, Harmony, two pretty women flirt openly with John and Rodney. The latter is hot and bothered whereas John is utterly unmoved. Which is a first. He is even the one who wants to cut this short and leave. Fascinating, right? The timing of this, to me, shows that John is not emotionally available in that moment. Not so soon after realising he lost his chance with Teyla. Sure, one of the women puts the charm on him times a hundred when she sees he's not keen on staying and she theatens to undo their alliance should he decline. And it works because John is still John and I'm under no illusion that he is immune to seduction. But it really dawned on me that yes... John is now aware of his feelings for Teyla. It becomes tangible, if subtle, because it's the MGM and they don't do shippy stuff.... Except for Rodney. Because Rodney is their favourite golden child LOL

That being said... it's still John Sheppard we're talking about. In season 5 he clearly wants to hook up with Larrin and then hangs out with sexy scientists because well..... Teyla is not impressed btw LOL

We can't really blame him. He thinks he missed his chance after all.

Now... Speaking of season 5...

I think it's fair to say that John Sheppard thought he would not die of old age. He was traumatised by Afghanistan (btw I think it's no coincidence Teyla was the only one who wasn't a threat to him in Phantoms, and appeared to him as someone he trusted and loved) and his failed marriage. By adding the otherwise utterly useless Dream Sequence between he and Teyla in Search and Rescue, it's clear to me the writers wanted to tell the audience John always had feelings for Teyla but had never allowed himself to go there because of the above. Also he perhaps had not realised the extent of those feelings. Until it was too late. Which is tragic. So I love, LOOOOOVE that they get together in the books. I love that he succumbs to his feelings for her and now has a partner and even a son to live for. Finally! Finally his existence is no longer about mere survival. It's what his character deserved all along. I love that she reminds him that he is a good man and adresses his fears head on. I love that he helps her embrace her Wraith heritage and her role as both a leader and a mother. I love that they lay kisses on each other's ugly parts. With nothing but mutual understanding, acceptance and love.

I love them your honour.

#stargate atlantis #sga #sheyla #john x teyla #john sheppard #joe flanigan #teyla emmagan #rachel luttrell #meta discussion #very very long post

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dangerously-human · 7 months

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Forgive the atrocious picture-of-a-screen quality - Amazon is annoying about screenshots and I didn't feel like getting out the DVD right now - but the way Elizabeth looks at John when he's giving his mini "they can't take our home from us" pep talk to Teyla and Ronon in The Return is just. So deliciously Sparky:

(the scene cuts off just as that almost-surprised, fond little smile turns into a smirk)

That's the exact expression I see on women when their husbands say something about defending their home/family with everything they've got. It's such a "that's my man" look. She's proud of his leadership and pleased that he sees the city as home just as much as she does. This time, Elizabeth is totally on board with John's reckless heroism, and she gets to stand by his side as he does it - which I wish we'd gotten to see more of!

#personal #rachel liveblogs #stargate atlantis #stargate

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trainofcommand · 1 year

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Welp, I've got a new interest, and that interest is Kavan Smith with his hands clasped. And/or Major Lorne with things in his hands. So. I'm just gonna picspam away over here. Hands, hands, hands. And so on.

Let's just start with this one because Holy Hannah, I am dazzled. Dazzled, I say. That suit is. Uh. Very nice. So nice. I appreciate the composition of this image. A lot.

Next up is this sweet image, maybe Major Lorne has retired, or he's older and taking some leave time, and has to be thinking about...things that are worthy of contemplation or whatever, and gosh, it's difficult, someone needs to hug him. Stat. McKay, you're up.

Let's switch it up here a bit and look at Major Lorne looking contemplative in another way, his hand resting on his P90, ready for action, but also ready for someone to say, "Major, you look like you need some R&R. Why don't you take a few days with Ronon on the mainland?" I really like this image - the framing. The lighting. The hands. The profile. Excellent.

Back to clasped hands and contemplation! Go read @hero-in-waiting's fic Whiskey Dick (now with sequel!), which was inspired by this image. You won't regret it! Also, look at those fingers, all tangled up! Those thumbs, pressed to his mouth. Just look!

Ahhh, that time Kavan Smith played a werewolf hunter (I think I saw this movie? But it would have been ages ago?). But the whole vibe in this image just makes me think he's the werewolf. And he's maybe feeling a little vulnerable about it. Hot!!

OK, this isn't exactly clasped hands, but I obviously have to include it, but I'm not going to make any puns about this image. None at all. Let's just look at way his hands curve around curved things. Etc.

Welp, back to clasped hands and yeah, it's good, I like it, very dark and contemplative. Wow, there's a lot of contemplation in this post. Someone needs to lighten up a bit, sometimes.

OK! Cheerful. Look at this. I mean. Look at it! Nice hands. Nice suit. Nice smile! Dang. Someone get this guy a date. Or something. He's already dressed for it.

Ooops, back to dark, but this time with danger instead of contemplation. Nice hand close-up though. Very nice.

OK, last one, not 100% on theme, but a hands-on-hips image I foolishly omitted from a previous picspam. Look! Baby Lorne, back in his SGC days, already standing around with his hands on hips, a bit exasperated. Great work, Lorne! You're definitely getting into practice for Atlantis! Wow, he's wondering, could this job get any crazier? Well guess what, Major? The answer is yes!!

(first image from @floating-in-the-blue here; screencaps from the wonderful @carsonsweebabyturtles, the rest from image searches/publicity sites)

#kavan smith #major lorne #stargate atlantis #picspam #hands doing various things and such

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sga-owns-my-soul · 4 months

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25, Ronon/Keller!

Spotify Song- Anything Like Me by Brad Paisley

Ronon was sitting in the cafeteria with his team when Jennifer approached them, a big grin on her face.

"Someone looks happy," John commented as Jennifer leaned down to kiss Ronon's cheek.

"You wanna tell them?" Jennifer asked, and Ronon's face lit up.

"Seriously? Are you sure? We don't have to yet if-"

"Tell us what?" Rodney asked.

"Tell them," Jennifer said softly, and Ronon jumped up.

"I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" Ronon shouted, grabbing Jennifer, and kissing her deeply in front of the entire mess hall, and suddenly the room erupted in cheers and applause.

"This is wonderful news, congratulations! How far along are you?" Teyla asked, beaming at them as everyone at the table shuffled around to give them both a hug.

"A little over two months, but we've only know for a few weeks. I was going to wait until at least three months before we told anyone, but he was just so excited and I couldn't ask him to keep it in anymore," Jennifer responded, staring lovingly at Ronon as she did. He beamed at her and kissed her again.

"That's really great guys, congrats. I'm happy for you both," John said. They all looked at Rodney, who seemed to be staring off into space. John nudged him, and Rodney startled.

"McKay? You good?" John asked, and Rodney smiled.

"I was just thinking about what a baby version of you two would look like. That's gonna be one damn cute kid, guys. Seriously, congratulations, both of you," Rodney said, in an uncharacteristically sweet way.

"Thanks, Rodney, that was really nice of you," Jennifer said, smiling at him.

"Yes, well, Jeannie made sure I knew how to respond correctly to a pregnancy announcement after her second one when I told her 'the second baby is usually harder'," Rodney responded, and everyone laughed.

#i'm sorry this is so late!!!!#i've been struggling to write these #but i'm finally finished #and it's SO FUCKING CUTE #i just. i need more Dad!Ronon in my life #also this one was a struggle bc i'm currently writing another fic based off this song for my pegasus musical au 😅#but it was a good challenge!#anyways sorry for the delay #i hope you like it #asks #song prompts #my writing #ronon/jennifer #ronon dex #jennifer keller #sga

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massharp1971 · 11 months

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The water lapped in lazy, oily ripples against rocks turned black in the fading light. The sunset had faded to an icy blue edged with pink, mirrored by the eerily glowing lake. Teyla and Ronon slipped naked through the water playfully, coming together and kissing easily.

John and Rodney stood on the shore, watching.

No matter where they were in the galaxy, Teyla and Ronon would always know when a planet’s solstices would fall. If that happened to coincide with their visit, they would insist on communing with nature at sunset – preferably doing something involving water.

Sometimes, John and Rodney would join in, sometimes they would watch in befuddled amusement.

This was the first time naked swimming had been their choice of ritual, though.

“You should join us,” Teyla called out to them eventually.

“It’s like a warm bath,” Ronon attested, before ducking under the water and surfacing behind Teyla, his body sliding close to hers again.

Rodney felt rooted to the lakeshore, even as he wished he was in there with them. Suddenly, he saw the future with alarming clarity. Sheppard would join them, and he would be left on the shore, the awkward, ugly duckling nobody wants to play with.

“Fuck that!” he muttered to himself, tearing out of his clothes, and running down the sandy shore into the water.

Rodney had never skinny-dipped in his life, but apparently this was who he was now, someone who plunged naked into unknown waters on alien planets.

Teyla swam over to him.

“Solstice Blessings, as your people say, Rodney.”

She kissed him, gently, on the lips.

Ronon came up next. His kiss was considerably less chaste, and Rodney was taken by surprise.

“Happy Summersnight,” Ronon said.

“Y-you too,” Rodney stammered.

He looked around for John, needing him suddenly, only to find that he was the one stuck on the shore, awkward and alone. That wouldn’t do at all.

“John Sheppard, get in here at once!” he bossed his friend.

John went rigid, but then sagged and began to shyly pull himself out of his clothes. Rodney used all his willpower to turn away, smiling at his friends. Stress he didn’t know he was carrying seeped out through his skin into the still softly glowing water.

He heard a splash behind him. Teyla was giving John the same greeting, and then Ronon was kissing John’s lips and the repressed Colonel was responding easily, like he kissed men all the time. Rodney felt a confusing cocktail of heat, compersion and jealousy to see it.

“Fuck it,” he muttered for the second time that night, and swam over to John.

“Merry Solstice, John,” he said, pressing lips to John’s ever so carefully.

John’s response was unmistakeable – a little noise in his throat, a movement to chase Rodney’s lips when they left.

Rodney’s hand came up to John’s cheek.

“Do you? Can we…?”

John’s only answer was his lips on Rodney’s, hungry and sweet and full of a longing that perfectly mirrored Rodney’s own.

Inspired by this evening's solstice sunset:

#sga #john sheppard #mcshep #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #teyla emmagan #ronon dex #sga fanfic

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eddiescorrodedcoffinxo · 2 years

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Party Etiquette

Warnings: language (cursing), slight alcohol usage (not enough to delegitamize consent), making out, sexual situations(?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Eddie asks if you’re going to a party. You decided you’re definitely going now.

Word Count: 4,633

AN: in this universe, Eddie’s still an outcast but it’s a little less extreme, also Chrissy and Jason aren’t a thing (not super important but makes sense). P.S. this is my first time writing so constructive criticism pls <3

You glance over at your brother, Dustin, while Amelia gushes over the flowers Jason brought her that morning. Your eyes fall onto the boy Dustin’s sitting next to: Eddie Munson.

You’d gotten to know Eddie through Dustin the past few months after school started. Eddie Munson who apparently used Aqua Net Hairspray to control his frizz on humid days. Eddie Munson who’d only ever spent time playing his guitar and hanging out with his friends (with the occasional “business” deal here and there).

You realize you’d been staring in their direction when your brother waves over to you from across the cafeteria with a smile. As you wave back you notice Eddie looking over at you after Dustin’s attention was given to someone other than him. He gives you a confused look as he regains Dustin’s attention.

Amelia gains your attention by clapping in your face asking, “(y/n), did you even hear what I said?”

“Um, no sorry,” you said apologetically, “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the party Jason invited me to tonight,” she says exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why you keep looking at Dustin, he’s practically sealed his fate sitting with the Hellfire club everyday. Don’t even get me started with those shirts they wear. Ugh.”

“Hey, from what I’ve heard, they’re not all that bad. Apparently all they do is play Dungeons and Dragons, talk about girls, and drive around,” you defend them, trying to divert the conversation from her question.

“Mhm, sure, so what about that party tonight?” she asks again.

“Are you sure Jason would even want me coming? I mean, I’ve barely even talked to him, only when I’m with you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes as she says, “Oh please, I already asked him when he invited me. He said I could bring anyone as long as I brought myself. I think he really wants me there,” she says sighing.

The bell rings as you start to pack everything back into your lunch box. “Umm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it and call you after school but I have to get to history.”

She stands to walk out of the cafeteria with you, “Ok, ok, I’ll be waiting by the phone stewing in anticipation,” she says through a laugh, waving goodbye, and turning left while you turn right.

You sit in the back of Mr. Ronon’s history class, coincidentally a few seats down the row from Eddie. Maybe you did it on purpose the first day of school, wanting to sit next to the hot third-year senior, maybe not. Picking at your manicured nails while Mr. Ronon drones on about the passengers of the Mayflower, a note is placed on your desk.

“your brother talks about you a lot. you coming to jason’s party tonight?”

-eddie

You look up to see Eddie paying attention to the lesson. That’s a first, you think to yourself as you scribble on a new piece of paper.

“I was invited, maybe. Why?”

It gets passed back to Eddie by the two students sitting between you. He smiles to himself and writes a response on the back of the paper you sent to him.

“got a couple clients asking me to be there. wanted to see if someone actually cool was going to be there.”

When the note makes it back to you, you think of something good to respond with. You were going to play into whatever game he was playing.

“Guess you’ll just have to see.”

Trying not to pay attention to his response, you focus back onto the lesson while counting the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard.

Dustin races out of your car and up to the front door. “Dammit!” he screams, “(y/n), hurry up! I forgot my key.”

You unlock the door for him and ask, “Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Got a hot phone call with Suzie you’re late for?”

“Ewww, gross, but no. I’m waiting for a call from Eddie. He says he got invited to a party tonight and might bring me and Mike along so we can see what a real high school party is like. Isn’t that so fun? He said he’s be doing ‘business’ deals the whole time, whatever that means. But, (y/n), my first high school party, I should call Steve to see what to wear.” he rambles on as the two of you make your way to the kitchen to make a snack.

“I’m sorry, Eddie’s taking you to the party?” you ask, shocked. “And he’s going to be doing ‘business’ deals while you’re there?!”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?” Dustin asks cluelessly.

“Oh, buddy, you’ll learn when you’re a bit older,” you laugh, “Ask me again when you’re sixteen. But hey, luckily for you, I’ll be at the party too. You know, to keep an eye on you,” you say with a wink.

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Who invited you anyway?”

“Technically, Jason. But I’m going for Amelia.” And for Eddie you think as you explain things to your brother. “Did Eddie mention what time the party started? Because Amelia failed to mention that today.”

“Yeah, it starts at 9, but Eddie said all the cool people don’t show up until like 10:30,” Dustin explains to you while you pour two bowls of Cap’n Crunch.

“Ok, well, Jason only lives like two blocks away so we can start walking at 10:15. Does that work for you?”

Dustin grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer and says, “Oh, actually, Eddie said he’d pick me up. He told me he doesn’t drink while doing ‘business’ and that’s the only thing he’s doing tonight so it’ll be all good. I can ask him to take you too if you want?”

A look of indecision crosses your face, “Oh no, I’m sure Amelia or someone else could take me. And I could always walk too,” you say as you grab your bowl and take it down the hall to your room.

In your room, you’re holding the phone to your ear and eating the Cap’n Crunch. The phone rings while you wait for Amelia to answer.

“Hello, this is the Richardson household,” you hear her mom say.

“Hi Mrs. Richardson, it’s (y/n), could you ask Amelia to answer the phone?” you say to her.

“Oh of course darling, one second,” you hear a muffled scream of Amelia’s name as Mrs. Richards puts the phone back to her ear. “How’s your mom sweetheart? Is she still upset over Mews?”

“Oh, no ma’am, me and Dustin got her a new cat and she’s so happy now. I’m sure she’d love to get together with you and the girls. You know, maybe play some bridge tonight?” you suggest to Amelia’s mom.

“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet. I’ll be sure to-” Mrs. Richardson gets cut off.

“Hello, (y/n)?” you both hear Amelia say over the line.

“I guess I’ll go now, nice talking to you (y/n),” Amelia’s mom says as she puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Hey bitch, what’s up? You coming to the party or not?” Amelia asks.

You sigh into the phone, setting the bowl on your bedside table, “Yes, I am. Dustin’s going and this cute guy from my history class is too. I have to keep an eye on Dusty and this guy asked me if I was going and I said maybe and I-” Amelia cuts of your rambling.

“This cute guy, does he happen to be Eddie Munson?” she asks with a hidden smile on the other side of the phone.

“W-what, girl what do you think you’re talking about?” your voice is suspiciously high-pitched as you respond.

“It’s kind of obvious, (y/n). I mean, think about it. You’re always staring over at Dustin. Who sits next to Dustin? Eddie. Who’s in your history class? Eddie. Who goes to parties? Eddie. Who do you definitely have a crush on? Eddie.” she explains. You know there’s so much more that she could go into and you’re thankful she didn’t. You’re reminded why she’s your best friend all over again. She can know everything about you without you even saying a thing.

“Jesus, am I really that bad at hiding my crush?” you ask with a huff.

“No girl, trust me, no one else can tell. I just know you that well,” she laughs.

“Ok, then yeah, I’m going because Eddie asked if I’d be there. Which, surprisingly, you’re ok about? I thought you hated Eddie?” you asked.

“I mean, I don’t hate him. He’s a little weird that’s for sure, but he seems to make you happy, and I love that he makes your little brother happy. In fact,” she continues, “I respect him a little bit. He’s so…himself no matter how anyone treats him. And he’s always so nice. I’ve definitely never had a negative interaction with him.”

“Hold up. When have you ever had an interaction with Eddie Munson?” you ask out of confusion.

“Oh, you know, after him and Jason worked out their issues, Jason became a regular ‘customer’ and I’ve gone with him a few times after school.”

“Wow, Jason Carver, one of Eddie’s ‘customers’. Who would’ve thought,” you wonder aloud. You continue, “But yeah, I’m going for Eddie but also mostly for you and Dustin. How are you getting to Jason’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry but I’m riding over with Natalie early to hang out with Jason and Patrick before the party starts. We’re also spending the night. I’m sorry, I would’ve told you earlier but Natalie and Jason ambushed me after 7th period today.” she apologizes.

“Babe, it’s ok, I’ll just walk or catch a ride with Dusty. Spending the night with Jason? Do you have protection?” you ask seriously.

“Oh my god, (y/n), you’re so embarrassing. But yes, I do. Don’t worry, you won’t become an aunt anytime soon. Do you have protection?” she asks jokingly.

“Don’t even try with me girl.” you warn.

“Ok, ok, well tell me more about what you like about Eddie. We need to come up for a plan for you two tonight. He’s obviously into you if he asked if you’d be there. We gotta get you two together. Tonight.” she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a snap.

As you go on and on about Eddie you don’t notice Dustin standing outside your door listening to you. He plans to tell all of this to Eddie as soon as he calls. Speaking of Eddie, he’d been trying to call the Henderson household for about an hour as he gives up and just heads over. It’s not like he’d never been over before, he’d just never been over uninvited. He hoped your mom wasn’t home, she always seemed a little scared of him.

Dustin hops in the shower to start getting ready for the party as Eddie hops into his van. You continue on the phone as you hear the shower start and tell Amelia you’ve got to go to get ready.

The doorbell rings and Dustin yells from the shower, “(Y/N), GET THE DOOR I’M NAKED!”

“Woah, you’re naked in the shower? I didn’t know you were supposed to do that,” you shout back obviously, adding on, “You better be out in 10 minutes. There’s only 2 hours until we have to leave and I have to shower too!”

You jog down the hallway to answer the door. Swinging it open to reveal a rosy-cheeked, droopy-eyed Eddie Munson. He stops picking at his jacket when he hears the door open, surprised to see you. He’s too busy taking in the jeans and t-shirt you’d worn to school that day and the way your eyes are shining in the moonlight that illuminated your door step.

“Umm, hi?” you say.

“O-oh, yeah, hi. I’m, um, I’m here for Dustin. To take him to the party.”

“Aren’t you like,” you look down at your watch, “2 hours early?” you question; keeping your cool obviously better than he is.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and stands taller, leaning agains the door frame on one arm. “ I came early, phone line was busy, needed to talk to him about party etiquette, you know.”

“Umm, sure. He’s in the shower but you can wait in his room. I’ll let him know you’re here,” you say while stepping back and opening the door to let him in.

He walks past you, “Thanks sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You hope he doesn’t notice the heat rush to your cheeks as you close the door and head to the hallway with him hot on your heels. Eddie abandons you halfway down the hallway to go into Dustin’s room. Noticing the shower had turned off, you walk into the bathroom, bypassing the unlocked door.

“Heyyyy, dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dustin asks, shocked and luckily already wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, can it. What is Eddie Munson doing in your bedroom right now? I thought you said he wouldn’t be here until like 10? I have to take a shower, Dustin, how am I supposed to do that with him right down the hall?” you huff at him.

“I don’t know why Eddie’s here but it’s fine, you can still shower. I’ll make sure he stays in my room. Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I do, thanks. Amelia’s leaving early and staying the night.” you explain.

“Ok, I’ll ask Eddie and let you know.”

“Cool, thanks, now get out. I only have 2 hours to get ready. Bye!” you say as you close the door on him, still trying to talk to you about tonight.

You take your shower with no more issues, planning out your outfit in your head. You decide to go mostly casual: high-waisted, ripped jeans, a red tanktop, and your white sneakers. The perfect outfit for going out in November.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around your still dripping body and go to brush your hair in front of the mirror. While brushing, your mind wanders to Eddie. Eddie Munson who’d asked if you’d be at the party. Eddie Munson who was in your little brother’s bedroom teaching him party edicate, whatever that meant. Eddie Munson who had to pee.

“...Ok, and that’s how you always win at pong, literally always, never been defeated.” Eddie finishes his tangent.

“Yeah, dude, I get it. I’ve gotten it for the past 30 minutes,” Dustin laughs.

“Whatever, Dustin, you just don’t understand. Hey, dude, I gotta pee. You think your sister’s done in the bathroom yet?” he asks.

“I don’t know, probably. The water’s been off for like 10 minutes. Just go knock and find out,” Dustin huggs while looking for an outfit to wear.

“Ok,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the bed and walks out the door.

You don’t hear his heavy, booted footsteps coming towards you down the hall and swing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam following you out of the room. Your steps halt as you see Eddie, halfway down the hallway staring at you.

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. (y/n) Henderson fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and still dripping wet. He tries to keep his cool as he says, “Hey sweetheart, sorry, thought you were in your room already.” His eyes roam your body as he explains.

“Oh–um,” you cough, “Yeah, all good. No worries,” you mumble as you look anywhere than at him.

“You know, we leave in 30 minutes, I hope you don’t plan on wearing just that towel. Might attract a bit too much attention,” Eddie says slowly as he walks towards you, backing you into the wall next to your bedroom door.

He’s looking down at you now, leaning on his arm above your head, as you finally meet his eyes. He licks his lips as he looks down from your eyes to your nose, down to the cleavage visible from the top of the towel, back up to your face: scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize them. You scan your mind for something witty to say back. He might’ve caught you off-guard but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Just wait, Munson, I’ve got something much better than this old towel planned,” you whisper to him.

He lowers his face even closer to yours, his other hand coming to hover over your waist. His lips brush over yours as he whispers, “Good, I can’t wait to see it.” He turns around to go to the bathroom leaving you breathless right outside your bedroom door.

Inside your bedroom you decide two things. One: you need to find a way better outfit to wear to the party. And two: you can’t ride with Eddie and your brother after what just happened. Plus, you want him caught off-guard by your outfit at the party, not in your living room.

Looking through your closet you decide to keep the jeans and shoes from the original outfit. For your top, you decide on a Madonna-esque black, mesh crop top with just a red bra underneath.

After finalizing the outfit, you call around to see who else you could get a ride from this close to the party starting. Leslie, from your English class, is going and isn’t planning on showing up until 11. She offers you the last open seat in her car as you mentally check that last task from your list.

“DUSTIN, COME HERE!” You yell across the hallway, still dressed in a towel.

Dustin comes running out of his room, “What?” he asks, exasperated.

“I’m not riding with you and Eddie anymore, I’m riding with Leslie. Don’t wait up for me,” you say, eyes drifting up to land on Eddie standing in Dustin’s doorway.

You close the door and start getting dressed. While your doing your makeup, you hear Eddie’s van peel out of the driveway and get started on your own little pre-party. The KISS record on your record player gets turned up as you pull the bottle of vodka from under your bed.

Finishing the last strokes of mascara, you pour yourself a shot and take it. As you feel the burn in your throat, the sound of Leslie’s station wagon’s horn sounds from the street. Your shoes are pulled on in a rush and you’re bounding out of the house and into Leslie’s back seat.

You’d been at the party for about half an hour, eyes constantly scanning the sea of people. You don’t want to admit that you’re looking for Eddie, but you’re looking for Eddie. Deciding to do anything other than stand in the corner, you head towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

In the kitchen, you run into Dustin. A drunk Dustin, apparently.

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines, “I feel funny. Eddie said I shouldn’t have too much but I don’t know how much is too much,” he spills what’s left in the cup all over the floor as he stumble towards you.

You take the cup and cringe at how strongly the left-over contents smell of alcohol. “Jesus Dustin, how much of this have you had to drink? Who made it?” you fire out questions to him.

“I’ve only had one cup, Eddie made it,” he hiccups to you.

You lean down a little to help him stand as you sigh, “Ok buddy, let’s just get you to the couch and you can leave with me or Eddie, whoever leaves first. Does that sound good?”

He nods as you lead him toward the couch, “Yeah, sis, sounds good.”

After setting him down, you run into Chrissy and Natalie on your way back to the kitchen; catching up with them as you pour yourself a drink. The three of you chat in the kitchen for a bit when Amelia comes walking up to you. She invites all of you to join a game of spin the bottle that’d started in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Natalie and Chrissy head upstairs as you hesitate.

“Come on (y/n),” Amelia pleads, “Jason got Eddie to stick around and play?” She knew saying that would make you perk up and follow her to the bedroom. Not before making sure Dustin would be ok for a little bit and ensuring someone would be checking on him every few minutes.

Following Amelia up the stairs has you nervous. You down the rest of your drink and prepare to face Eddie Munson. Amelia pushes the door open and you follow behind her, taking in everyone else. You don’t know everyone but you recognize Natalie, Chrissy, Patrick, Jason, and Eddie. You take in Eddie as he seemingly takes you in as well. He’s wearing the same thing that he was at school: his Hellfire shirt, leather jacket with a denim vest over, ripped black jeans, and his black boots.

He notices you immediately. You were right he thinks to himself you had something way better than that towel planned. He can’t help but drink in your appearance. You’d curled your hair and done your makeup, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. That shirt. You had on a practically see-through shirt with just a bra underneath and he was not happy about it. He was so not happy that everyone else got to see you like that.

You take a seat in the circle across from Eddie, still looking at you, as Jason explains the rules.

“Ok, so it’s like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. Someone spins the bottle, them and who it lands on go into the closet for 7 minutes. We’ve got 2 closets up here so 2 groups can go at once. Got it?” Everyone nods after he asks the question. The first person to spin is Amelia. As fate would have it, the empty wine bottle lands on Jason. You give her a nudge and she smiles at you as she gets up and follows him into the closet in the room.

Patrick speaks up, “Ok, (y/n), you spin next. The other closet is right outside the door to the left.”

“Ok,” you breathe shakily as you reach out to spin the bottle. Your eyes are locked on the bottle as it spins and spins. You’re shaking in anticipation, silently praying, as the bottle comes to a stop: pointed directly at Eddie. Everyone looks at each other and snickers, smiling as Eddie looks up from the bottle: eyes glued to you.

You look at him across the circle, as he stands and walks towards you. He steps between you and Natalie and extends his hand to help you stand. You take it and follow him out the door, closing it behind you. He leads you left down the hallway, still holding your hand and opens the closet door for you.

The silence behind the closed closet door is suffocating. “Sooo,” you whisper, looking up at him pressed against you due to the size of the closet, “I think you gave my brother alcohol poisoning.”

He laughs and you can feel his breath across your face. “Please, I only put like a shot and a half in that drink. It was mostly lemonade.”

“Mhm, sure,” you mumble, stealing a glance at his lips.

He notices, as he does the same thing, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lowers his face to yours.

“This ok?” he asks, nudging your nose with his.

Words seem to fail you at this moment so reply by grabbing his shoulders and slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss burns. It’s hot and it’s fast, his teeth slamming into yours. Lips moving together with fervor, wanting anything they can get. His tongue brushes against your lips and you let out a breathy moan. Eddie takes advantage and pushes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. Your hands are reaching into his hair and pulling. He grunts and presses his body imbossibly further into yours, allowing you to feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

His hands are racing all over your body. They move up from your waist to hold your cheeks, then down to cup your upper thighs. He picks you up to hold you between him and the wall, the kiss deepening even more as he massages your thighs through your jeans. You tug his hair again and his hands land back on your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin there. They come up under your mesh shirt and begin to tug on the bottom. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your bottom lip along the way.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he says pulling away to lift the shirt off your body. His lips return to your skin, making his way along your jaw as his hands come up to cup your ribs.

“What?” you huff, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, “gotten locked in a closet with me?”

Eddie kisses and nips his way from your jaw down your neck. Leaving little red splotches to mark his path that you knew you’d have to hide from your mom later. His hands ghost higher until they’re squeezing and massaging.

He sucks hard on the juction between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp, “You know what I mean. Can’t believe you let other people see you like this. Nope, mark my words, you’re mine now,” he promises roughly, “And God, these tits, can’t believe you hid these from me,” he hisses, pinching you’re nipples through the padding of your bra.

You whimper at his actions and pull him back up to your mouth by his hair, Jesus Christ this man you think, and begin to take off his denim vest when you hear the doorknob jiggle below you.

“There’s no way it’s been 7 minutes,” he mumbles against your lips as you both freeze.

“(y/n)! Eddie! Are you in there? I want to go home. Someone told me you’d be in here,” you both sigh as you hear Dustin yell from the hallway. However, Dustin realizes the door wasn’t locked, it was just jammed. He pushed with all his strength and broke his way into the closet. He was met with the glorious sight of his sister, shirtless, and held up against the wall by his best friend.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” he screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER DUDE? THAT’S MY SISTER! LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. EDDIE THIS IS SO NOT GOOD PARTY ETIQUETTE! YOU TOLD ME GENTLEMEN ALWAYS FIND A ROOM AND MAKE SURE TO LOCK THE DOOR. THAT DOOR WAS NOT LOCKED. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT! EWWWW”

“Dude,” Eddie says, still holding you against the wall, “I’ll be down in a sec, just go wait in the van. Oh my Jesus.”

Dustin walks out of the closet, fake gagging all the way down the stairs. Eddie looks down at you, takes in your bra-clad chest as he kisses you one more time. Hard. He’s pushing his tongue back into your mouth before pulling away and pecking your nose. “See you at home sweetheart. I think I should stay the night since he’s gonna need a babysitter,” he says before turning around, winking, and disappearing down the hallway.

You’re left panting in the closet and stumble to put your shirt back on, not that it does much, as you prepare for what waits for you, later, at home.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #dustin henderson #eddie munson fanfic #he's so omg #i love him so much

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spurious · 8 months

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Since you're not feeling well, a little happy ficlet prompt: Fluff from the fifth song in your Spotify Likes!

is this fluff? i really don't know. i actually have no idea what the hell this even is but i think you can probably take the weirdness up with mr. john darnielle anyway

Rodney knows his team will always come for him, but even with that surety, he's still struggling to stay calm as he's taken prisoner for unspecified claims of "witchcraft."

"It's not witchcraft, it's physics, you absolute morons," he'd shouted, voice going shrill and strident, but the villagers had ignored both his protests and his attempts to explain the experiment he'd been conducting, dragging him away from the outpost while the others were exploring nearby.

The tiny village is, it turns out, a front for a much larger society—and you'd think they would fucking check for that at this stage, but no—and most of the community lives in a system of white-rocked caves. They bring Rodney to a small room, attach him to a chain in the floor and cuff his hands together, then leave.

It's two days before he sees another human face, and when he does it's a woman who seems to be some sort of bureaucrat, flanked by tall, broad-shouldered guards.

"Wizard of Atlantis," she says, and Rodney tries, really he does, not to roll his eyes. He thinks he should probably be commended for this, but no one ever seems to appreciate these efforts from him. "Your warriors have come to plead for your release."

"Oh, finally," Rodney mumbles, sighing heavily and standing up. "Let's get this show on the road, then."

The woman's eyebrows climb, but she directs one of the guards to unlock Rodney from the floor chain, and then he's led into a cavernous room, his team standing in the middle of it, each of them looking perfectly deadly in their own way.

"As you can see, warriors," the woman says, her voice echoing off of the stark-white walls, "your wizard is unharmed. However, we cannot allow him to be released, lest his evil magic bring ruin upon our community."

Rodney opens his mouth, but John gives him a look, so he closes it, decides to let his team do their thing. The room is full of guards, but they haven't confiscated their weapons, so Rodney's well aware of the odds if this goes poorly.

Teyla steps forward. "We understand your people fear Dr. McKay's powers, but I can guarantee that if you release him, your home shall be left standing." She shifts her weight, a subtle change in stance from diplomat to deadly. "If you refuse, I cannot make the same promise."

"You are but three warriors," the woman scoffs, and Rodney watches as Ronon smiles, sharp and gleaming like the blade of a knife.

"We got all the way here, didn't we?" John offers, and Rodney clocks, now, the small signs of a previous struggle on each of them. They fought their way in, he realizes.

"They must be in the wizard's thrall, to be so willing to offer their own lives for his," whispers another bureaucrat. "Truly his powers are fearsome indeed."

"Let him go," Teyla says, her voice taking on a steeled edge, "and we will return beyond the stars, never to trouble your people again."

One of the guards moves closer to Rodney, puts a hand on his shoulder, and Rodney can hear Ronon growl.

"We're not leaving without him," John says, low and dangerous.

Someone leans in, whispers in the lead woman's ear, and she nods, turns to the guards.

"Release him," she says. "We do not wish to draw any more harm to our people."

"Once again," Rodney says, as they release his handcuffs, "not practicing any type of magic, and, if I were in fact capable of magic, wouldn't I have been able to teleport my way out of here in the first place?"

Teyla steps up, her eyes sweeping quickly over Rodney, taking inventory.

"It is good to see you unharmed." She reaches up, putting a hand on the back of Rodney's neck and drawing him in, pressing her forehead to his for the space of a few deep, quiet breaths.

"Why didn't you tell me you could do magic?" Ronon asks, his mouth quirked up at the side, and Rodney breathes out a laugh, rolls his eyes.

"As I said moments ago, if I could—"

"C'mon, McKay," John interrupts, clapping a hand on Rodney's back. To an untrained eye, it's a simple gesture of camaraderie, but Rodney's been on the receiving end of this touch enough times to know that John needs to feel out the solidity Rodney's body for himself, to know he's alright. "Atlantis needs its wizard king back."

#fic #mcshep #if you squint real hard #mostly team feels

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salchat · 7 months

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Getting to know your fellow fanfic writers better!

Thank you @wonkyelk for tagging me!

When did you post your first ever fic? April 2019

First character you wrote for? Ronon Dex and then Teal'c rapidly entered the scene, because it was a story about an all-you-can-eat buffet, so they were the right two characters to be motivated by that idea!

Main characters you are currently writing for? Supernatural characters - mainly Dean Winchester and Castiel. Yes, I have been bitten, chewed up and will probably never be spat out by the Destiel bug.

Characters you haven't written about before but plan on writing about soon? Um... I usually make up OCs fairly regularly, to keep the story moving along. I don't think I have any plans for actual fandom characters, though.

Fandoms your currently writing for? Supernatural

Platonic pairings you currently write for? There's usually some Sam and Dean brotherly interaction in my stories - not that I have any objection to others writing Wincest for them. I just think - go for it, have fun if that's what you like. I like to get Dean to interact with Bobby Singer sometimes. And others, depending on how the story's developing.

Romantic pairings you currently write for? Destiel all the way. Sweet or angsty or whatever. It's a comfort thing - a happy little world to live in.

Your top 3 tags on AO3 if you post there? I'm not sure what my top three would be statistically, but it feels like hurt/comfort, fluff and angst. I just don't think you can beat hurt/comfort. I don't like hurt/no comfort, though. My little people have to be comforted.

Current platform where you post your works? AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

I recently brought my long Secret Flowers story to a conclusion, a bit abruptly, but I really needed the feeling of freedom that gave me, somehow. Anyway, I'm now busily writing timestamps for it, which may or may not end up ridiculously long. This is from Secret Flowers - Crocuses:

Dean fiddled with the butter knife. He shrugged and twisted and the coffee sloshed inside him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mmm. Uh. You know.”

Sam might have snapped, 'I don’t unless you tell me.' Which would have been a fair point. But Cas was more patient. He carried on eating and gulping his coffee and let the silence happen, giving Dean time.

“It feels wrong,” Dean said finally. “To expect more.” He slowly spread a long line of butter over the soft, fresh bread. “This last year… well, you just think how we were… and how we are now.”

Warm hands enfolded his own around the butter knife. “I know, Dean. I know. To have all this is a great gift. But gifts need to be used and explored and I think Jack would want us to make the most of what we have - to really… to bloom like the flowers.”

Dean looked up at his lover’s unshaven face, the crinkly bits under his eyes, and the curves and planes and lines which made up his lips - how were they so beautiful? How did that even work?

“Okay, then.” Gruff and tight, Dean could’ve voice-overed the bulldog, Spike, from Tom and Jerry. Why did his voice always do that when he was just trying to work through some emotional life-shit?

Cas smiled at him, another soft smile which he did ten, twenty, fifty times a day and always made Dean’s insides go caramel-squishy. “Good. So, after breakfast, we’ll make a start.”

Tagging @haus-seeblick @lanevra @casuallyneurotic But no pressure! I just love your stories!

#tag game #spn #secret flowers

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audioletter · 6 months

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Day Twenty-Nine: Formalwear (McShep for @spurious)

It was peak Woolsey to request everyone wear black tie formal for his birthday celebrations - the man did have a penchant for the finer things in life, after all, but John felt less like a human and more like a penguin in his tuxedo.

He pulled at the bow-tie, his hand playfully slapped away by a beautifully gowned Teyla. "Unsightly, John," she tsked, taking a small sip of champagne. "You can certainly deal with it for one night at Woolsey's behest, correct?"

John shuffled from foot to foot and groaned a little. "I'm just used to dress blues and haven't worn one of these -" he waved his hands down at his tux - "things since my wedding."

"It could be worse, you could be Ronon right now." They both turned to where Ronon was standing with Amelia, uncomfortably in his tux that had to be personally fitted by a tailor sent in from Colorado. "He looks very handsome, despite his reservations."

"Yeah well, he has that whole Ronon thing going on and…" the bluster went out of John suddenly. "Sure, if he can do it, so can I, and here's to Woolsey." He clinked glasses with Teyla, before looking around the room at the gorgeously clad Atlantis crew celebrating their boss.

"Everyone having fun?" Rodney's voice almost made John jump six feet in the air, coming up behind them and receiving a smile from Teyla in response. He stepped to stand between them and John - well, John tried not to Looney Tunes mouth-drop at how good Rodney looked in a tux.

"You - uh…you're late, where…penguin suits, hey?" John inwardly kicked himself, especially when Rodney fixed him with a quizzical look. "Oh, you wore one when -"

"I was on Earth with Jennifer, yeah," he finished, rolling his eyes and not looking at the direction of his ex-girlfriend who was dancing with Chuck at that very moment. "Still not my favourite form of clothing, but for Woolsey, right?"

"We were just saying!" Teyla beamed, and John sensed the tell-tale signs of Teyla-and-the-Champagne-Hitting-Hard. She could drink them under the table most days, but something about champagne affected her in such a way, it was almost cute. "I…think I'll go sit down with Miko for a bit, excuse me gentlemen." She departed with a wobbly bow, bizarrely, and Rodney chuckled.

"Champagne and Teyla," and John nodded, taking a swig and looking everywhere but at how distractingly good-looking Rodney was tonight. It was moments like these where John wanted nothing more than to drag him out on the balcony, tell Atlantis to open the lock to no-one but him and - well, that was a fantasy that was never going to happen.

"Attention, all!" Woolsey stepped up to the podium with his own glass, and John sighed, turning his attention to the birthday boy and away from the distraction of a human beside him.

—

Two hours later, and frankly, everyone was plastered, even usually stoic Ronon, who was currently making out with Amelia in a dark corner. John and Rodney, however, were simply tipsy; playing prime/not prime and rock, paper, scissors to kill time before Woolsey dismissed them for the evening.

"You know," Rodney said, nonchalantly as he presented scissors to John's rock, "you look really hot in that tuxedo."

John dropped his hand rock in shock, staring at Rodney like he'd said the most bizarre thing in the Pegasus Galaxy. Which, he basically had, and he cleared his throat. "Pardon?"

Rodney snerked. "You know you look good, Sheppard, don't deny it. I've only seen you in dress blues, and you look damn fine in those, but -" he shook his hand in preparation for another round of rock, paper, scissors (twice, because John was too shocked to follow suit) - "a tuxedo really - yeah."

"You uh…look really hot in your tux, too."

Silence fell between them, and a sudden electrical charge came through the air. "Yeah?" Rodney choked out, his cheeks going red. "I thought I looked fat and this seems to be choking me and it's so constricting -"

"You wanna get out of here?" John's desperation was fueled by lust, opportunity and champagne, but when Rodney's wide-eyed nod came back as a confirmation that something was finally going to happen between them, John wasn't going to let this pass him by for all the Johnny Cash bootlegs in the dual universes.

They made it to John's quarters - barely - before beginning a combative making out session; John knew Rodney was competitive but by the way he was kissing, it was like there was a race to be won that John didn't know about.

"Hey, Rodney, slow down - we've got time."

Rodney was still wide-eyed and shocked-faced, but he nodded, lips swollen from kissing. Kissing me, John thought, and he dived forward, pressing his mouth to Rodney's with less gusto but more meaning. "Can I…touch you?"

"Yes, please," and non-tipsy Rodney would have hated the whine he let out, but John didn't care, palming Rodney's cock through the smooth tuxedo material. Rodney was already semi-hard, John getting even harder at finally being tactile together, as Rodney began grinding into his hand. "More. John. More."

"Pants off?"

"No." Rodney's eyes were less wide now, and heavy with lust. "I want to do this with the tuxes on."

"A formalwear kink, whodda thunk," John smirked, undoing Rodney's fly and pulling down his pants and boxers past his ass. His cock sprung free, fully erect now, and John eagerly got down on his knees and looked up at Rodney expectantly. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah - Jesus, you look good down there."

John smiled, before taking Rodney into his mouth, short mouthfuls to begin with, teasing the head and licking the shaft as he learnt what Rodney liked. One thing he did learn very quickly - Rodney was vocal, his hums, groans and "yes"es almost certain to be heard out in the hall but frankly? At that point John didn't give two fucks.

"The bed," Rodney spluttered out as John released Rodney from his mouth. "I'm going to fuck your face if we don't lay down and - I don't - Jesus, John I never thought -"

It was almost like he'd said too much, the patented Rodney shutdown embarrassment face settling, and John got up, cupping Rodney's face in his hands and making him look him in the eye. "I want this if you want this," he muttered, kissing him almost chastely, and Rodney groaned against his mouth.

"I want this, just…I want it properly. Sharing, I don't know."

That could possibly be the hottest thing John's ever heard, from a man in a tuxedo no less, and he leads Rodney to the bed - smiling a little at the literal penguin shuffle he had to do to follow John there - and he laid down beside Rodney, stroking his face.

"Sharing is caring after all," and John took Rodney's mouth again, this time with an obvious meaning behind it.

#audiolettertober fic #stargate atlantis #mcshep #tuxedo kink #is now a thing apparently

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Mischief

13 Days of Halloween: Day 3

Plot: You get caught while secretly trying to decorate the Atlantis base.

Pairing: John Sheppard x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 873

Walking down the hall, with a garbage bag in your hand, you smiled innocently as some soldiers walked past. Watching them disappear around the corner, you quickly reached into the bag and pulled out a band of orange garland.

Draping it along a nearby bookcase, you quickly looked around as you made your way into Rodney's office.

You knew Rodney was at lunch, so this was the perfect moment. Pulling out a small ghost figurine, you placed it on his desk, before tapping it on the head.

Next, you placed an orange wreath on the door. Grabbing another garland, you got on your tip-toes, and began to drape it along the top of his bookcase.

Hearing someone clear their throat behind you, you froze, arms up, garland still in hand.

Slowly looking back over your shoulder, you saw John leaning against the doorway, watching you with a smirk on his face.

You smiled innocently "Hello" you said in a sing-song voice.

His smile widened "Hello." He repeated, before he stepped into the room "So, you're the phantom decorator."

Dropping the garland where it was, you turned to face him, arms behind back, as you rocked on your feet.

"That depends on what you're gonna do about it if I am."

He hummed as he walked further into the room, placing his hands behind his back like you had.

Stopping right in front of you, he leaned in a bit and whispered "I'm not gonna do anything. In fact, I was gonna ask if you needed help."

A smile slowly spread across your face "Oh you were, were you?"

He nodded softly "Yep. I too think this place needs a little re-decorating. It is the holiday season after all."

"Well then-" reaching into the bag and pulling out a strand of purple ghost garland, you draped it around the back of his shoulders with a smile. "Get busy, Rodney finishes his lunch at 12:30."

Smiling, John leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as he grabbed the garland "I had a feeling it was you ya' know. You're the one person I can imagine doing it. But, how did you decorate Carson's office? It happened when we were off world."

You smiled and shrugged, refusing to answer.

You didn't need to decorate Carson's office. All you had to do was leave a bag of decorations by his door and he would do the work himself. He said it was the "phantom decorator" solely so he would not get chastised for having done it himself. But John didn't need to know that.

John squinted "Alright, I get it. I'm not the first person to help you."

"Actually, you're the only person who knows about me." You admitted.

John watched you curiously, as you smiled gleefully, before placing a fake spider in Rodney's desk drawer for him to discover later.

After Rodney's office was well and truly festive, you eyed John. "Do you think we could get into Weir's office?"

John let out a huff of air "Now you're just playing with fire."

You smiled and shrugged your shoulder "It's the last place I have yet to add any decorations. My magnum opus, perhaps. You don't have to go with me."

He shook his head and smiled "I might regret this, but, let's do it."

As you and John approached Weirs office, you looked around cautiously. You couldn't hear anyone, and Weir's office light was off, signaling her absence.

Jiggling the handle, you locked eyes as the door creaked open.

Just as you were about to go in, a head popped around the corner of the doorway.

"What are you doing?"

You let out a startled yelp, as John let out a low gasp. Ronon smiled happily at the two of you, amused that he scared you.

You glanced down at the decoration filled garbage bag you had dropped, before looking at John. You both looked at Ronon, unsure of what to do.

You shrugged lightly "Uhhh, breaking into Weirs office to decorate it for Halloween?"

Ronon looked down at the bag at your feet "So you two weren't trying to find a secret place to make-out or something?"

"What?" You and John questioned at the same time, bewildered.

Ronon looked back at the bag before he turned away. "Lame. Have fun I guess."

You and John shared another bewildered look, before John stepped out and called out in a half-whisper "Don't tell anyone!"

Ronon waved his hand dismissively, but you were both sure he wouldn't say anything.

Quickly rushing into Weirs office, John locked it behind you. You looked around the darkened room, beginning to plan where and what to decorate.

"You know..." John began as he leaned in closer to you, as you looked over at him "This would be a good time and place to secretly make out."

You rolled your eyes and smacked him in the arm, while repressing a giggle.

"Ow." He chuckled as he rubbed his arm "Just a thought."

"Hurry up and decorate before she comes back. If we make it out of this safely, you might get your wish."

"Don't gotta tell me twice." John said playfully as he began to dig out the decorations.

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stargatelov3r · 11 months

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Elizabeth x Ronon #49 for the ship prompt, please.

this got kinda long (904 words) so I also posted it on ao3

A kiss out of necessity

She needs him. And by the way he’s looking at her he needs her, too. Now.

Elizabeth excuses herself from the party, mentioning something about preparations for the arrival of the Daedalus. Always a good excuse. She leaves. She knows he will do the same - after an unsuspicious amount of time has passed. At least that's how it usually goes.

This time, however, her doors have barely slid shut behind her when she hears the familiar chime and she opens them back up. Ronon is panting slightly, as if he ran all the way from the mess hall to her quarters. She lets him enter wordlessly, quickly checking the corridors to see if anyone could have seen them. Nobody is around. Everyone is at the party. Their absence won’t be noticed.

She faces him, her chest heaving already in anticipation as she seizes him up. His arm is still in a sling, a remnant from AR-1's latest mission.

They made it back - barely, Ronon being the one beaten up the worst. The bruises on his arms (and no doubt in other places as well), and his split lip have almost healed, the injuries mere shadows on his skin now.

She thought she'd lost them. Again. She thought she'd never see them. Again. It never gets easier. But it makes their return ever so sweeter. Just as it makes this so much sweeter.

He’s still catching his breath, and it is not only because of his little sprint through Atlantis' hallways. His gaze is fixed on her, as if she’s the only thing he sees, as if she draws his attention like a single flame in the darkness of the night.

An invisible force pulls them towards each other, time apart, fear of having seen one another for the last time, and not to mention touch deprivation creating an almost ecstatic atmosphere between them.

It is the first time they are alone since the team returned a few days ago, and neither of them has addressed the other so far. Words, spoken words at least, are not something Ronon gives away lightly. It stumped her at first, yet intrigued her. This fascination has not gone away, not even since they started this game.

Surprisingly, he opens his mouth now, just as they are only inches apart and she has to crane her neck to look at him. She instantly shakes her head. No talk.

A smirk, one that makes her heart flutter and her stomach coil, tucks at the corner of his mouth and without missing a beat he leans down to meet her in an open mouthed kiss. She arches into the kiss, her arms flying around his neck, letting her need take a hold of her.

His beard scratches her skin, a feeling she never thought she'd like but has learned to love.

His kiss, his tongue, is just as urgent as her own, his body language almost frantic as he carefully pushes her back against the nearest wall. She doesn't know how but he manages to lift her up with one arm. He winces lightly when she wraps her legs around his waist and she momentarily draws out of the kiss. He is still towering over her...

"Are you alright?" Her speech is slurred with both lightheadedness from the kiss and the urgency to make sure that his injuries are not worse than he let anyone know and that she did not hurt him involuntarily.

"Yeah," he replies, his eyes brimming with a softness she only ever noticed when they are in private - when he looks at her.

She tries to make herself a little taller to meet his lips again, instead his forehead finds hers and he just rests there for a moment, eyes closed, breathing - deeply - as if he is catching his breath for the first time after running for a long, long time.

Perhaps the last mission has taken more out of him than she - or anyone else - realized, perhaps what he really needed was a place to rest in peaceful companionship. A place to lay his guard down.

She cups his face with one hand, lets her fingertips brush through his beard, and she feels him shudder, his nose nuzzling against hers. She smiles, nuzzling back, hoping for another kiss, as his kisses are always so sweet, so deep, so heartfelt, so... open. As if when kissing someone - her -, he bares a part of him that he usually keeps hidden.

However, he makes no indication to kiss her again just yet, and she presses no further.

They stay like this for a while, silence enveloping them as elsewhere in the city the party rages on. A moment like this, some peace in the turmoils of Pegasus, is rarely found, rarely lived, rarely enjoyed, and insanely difficult to break out of.

Nonetheless Elizabeth eventually pulls back, her hand still cupping his cheek.

"Wanna get some sleep?" She asks, her voice echoing louder than she anticipated in the dark room.

He nods, turning his head to press a kiss on the palm of her hand. Her stomach drops at the gesture. It's easy to forget what lies behind the outer appearance of Ronon. It's easy to forget he is secretly a romantic. And yet he continues to remind her whenever he has the chance.

Perhaps, she thinks as her feet touch the ground again, one day she won't forget anymore.

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