We're an hour out from my bedtime and I am peacefully reading a book while curling plays in the background, so this is not the time for me to be having new thoughts about the bug!john smut that's brewing in my head. No writing. Stop it, Brain.
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We're an hour out from my bedtime and I am peacefully reading a book while curling plays in the background, so this is not the time for me to be having new thoughts about the bug!john smut that's brewing in my head. No writing. Stop it, Brain.
it could’ve started like this: a mcshep get-together per episode
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“Sorry,” Sheppard says, holding his hands up—the right one visibly blue—before stuffing them into his pockets. “I—uh—look,” he pauses to lick his lips. “The docs just gave me some more of the inhibitor but I’m not—”
“It’s fine,” Rodney says. He gets it now, what Teyla and Ronon were saying about how Sheppard’s only mostly normal.
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You think everything is quiet in your brain, but then that little voice whispers 'bug!john tail smut'