#mcshep fic

[inthemiddleofmybackswing]

trying to find a fic:

it’s mcshep, written as a series of vignettes that detail a separate AU/fix-it scenario for each episode where they end up getting together in that ep

i feel like it was called something like “it could have happened…”

any help would be appreciated <3

[lamardeuse]

from the vaults

Just got a comment on my 1930s SGA AU "The Road to Nevada" and realized it's now 20 years old (YIKES) so have the very cheesy title art i made to go with it

[destihellhound]

SGA: The Boyfriend Experience

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka, Evan Lorne Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, John Sheppard/others, Samantha Carter/Jack O'Neill Rating: Mature Words: 46,500+ Summary: In a universe in which prostitution is legal, a lonely Dr Rodney McKay impulsively picks up a hooker named John.

Themes: mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst, first time Warnings: references to rape Notes: This is a Rodney/John-centric fic, so don't expect to see a lot of the other characters. Set in a post-S5 alternate universe.

Link: AO3

[lemotmo]

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on tumblr or FFN!).

I was tagged by the lovely and very talented @spotsandsocks for this.

Most hits: 11,174 hits for 'To Boldly Go' (120,357 words)

My multi-chaptered 911 Buddie fic set in the Star Trek Universe. My pride and joy!

2nd most kudos: 424 kudos for 'The Comfort of a Home' (2,707 words)

My very first 911 Buddie fic I've ever written. Published in 2020.

3rd most comments: 22 comments for 'Stuck (on you)' (6,838 words)

This is a Buddie fic from Chimney’s POV. I so loved writing this. The spirit of Chimney possessed me. 😂

4th most bookmarks: 77 bookmarks for 'Wrapped in a Dream with You' (35,718 words)

I wrote this before last Christmas, in 2024. I got the idea somewhere in the middle of December and then, in the Christmas week, I furiously started writing and never stopped. I wrote it all in a week. It was my Christmas/New Year present for the wonderful Buddie fandom and all the great people that are in it.

It's a story filled with magic, where Buck is stuck in a snowglobe and only love can save him. Eddie gets the snowglobe as a present and gets strangely fascinated with it. Shenanigans ensue from there.

5th most words: 25,072 words for 'Persuasion'.

This is an oldie you guys. I wrote this in 2005, way back when most of fandom could be found on the Yahoo-groups and LiveJournal. It's a Josh/Donna story (sequel to another fic of mine 'Ancient History') from 'The West Wing'.

My West Wing fic is kept behind lock and key, only for the AO3 people members to read. The reason for that is because it's old and my writing has improved a lot over the years. I don't want it to just be OUT there for anyone to read. I wouldn't feel good about it.

With that in mind though, I'd like to add 'The Sound of Science' (32,549 words) here. It has the 3rd most words, but it's one I'm still very proud of. It's written for the Stargate Atlantis McShep fandom.

It's a spoof on 'The Sound of Music' where Rodney is about to become a monk, but first he is sent away to be a nanny for 7 children at Colonel Sheppard's house. I loved writing this one so much. I wrote it in 2012, but I still think of it so often. 😋

The least words: 295 words for 'Careless Whispers'.

Another oldie in yet another fandom. This was written in 2006 and it was for the 'Without a Trace' Danny/Martin fandom. By far my most loved fandom. It was a magical time of LiveJournal and meeting up with other fans in real life. We had a blast.

The ficlet itself is about unrequited love and desire from Martin's POV for Danny. I'm still proud of this one. It's an oldie, but a goodie.

Well, I had so much fun searching through my AO3 account and meandering through all my fics and past fandoms.

I would like to tag and challenge every fic writer who sees this and wants to take this one up. If you don't feel like it, no worries. 🤗

[spurious]

Morning Light

Sun starts coming in through the window of John’s quarters by about 0630 most days. He’s found that it’s enough to wake him up, warm rays soaking into his skin and slanting across the covers, and he stopped setting his alarm as regularly as he’d used to, relying on the undrawn curtains and Lantean sun.

That’s why he’s confused to the point of half-panic when he wakes up and sees that his room is dark and the bedside clock reads 0946. He’s fumbling for his radio when a whisper of cloth catches his attention and his hand goes for his sidearm instead, adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

“Relax, sleeping beauty,” and of course it’s Rodney, no one else can get into John’s room. Panic recedes in favor of confusion and mild annoyance.

“What the hell, McKay?” he asks, rolling onto his back to glare at Rodney, who’s dressed in sweats and sitting with his laptop open at John’s desk.

“What’s the longest you’ve slept in the last month?” Rodney answers, and John grimaces.

“You know the answer to that.”

Rodney raises a meaningful eyebrow. “Exactly.”

“So, what, you broke into my quarters to trick me into sleeping in?”

Rodney shrugs, typing a few more things on the laptop before closing it with a little snick.

“That’s essentially the plan, yeah,” he says, crossing the small room to sit on the edge of John’s bed. “Now shove over.”

John’s still feeling sleep-muzzy, surprised the curtains in his room block out this much light, so he does as he’s told, scooting to the edge of the bed so Rodney can slide under the blanket and press up against his back.

“We’ve got the morning off, they can call citywide if they need us,” Rodney murmurs against the back of John’s neck, fitting an arm around his waist. “Now go back to sleep.”

John doesn’t mean to, intends to just rest his eyes for another few minutes, but when he wakes up it’s to the curtains slowly sliding open, early-afternoon sun filling the room.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

ask and you shall receive! ((also whoops my asks were turned off but i fixed))

this fic was born from the theme of rodney never shutting the fuck up and john never wanting to talk more than he has to. i love when rolls get reversed in the bedroom so i wanted to explore their vocal beds in bed lmao it’s basically just an excuse for me to write mcshep smut

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“Make me.” John suddenly realized exactly what Rodney was doing-he wasn’t being difficult, he was teasing John. John growled, grabbed Rodney’s wrists, and pushed him back to few feet to pin him against the wall, arms above his head. John smirked when Rodney gasped, relishing in the way his cock jumped in excitement as John pressed his thigh against him.

“Wrong choice of words Rodney. I already told you what I want to make you do.” John whispered in Rodney’s ear, and started gently kissing behind his ear and along his neck. Rodney moaned as a shiver ran through his body, his hands fighting briefly to get free but John held them tighter.

“I think it was the exact right choice of words, actually. It definitely got me what I wanted.” Rodney’s voice was breathless, his words coming out broken in between pants and moans, and John growled.

“You never stop talking do you? Maybe I should put that pretty little mouth of yours to better use.” John grinned at the way Rodney moaned in response, the bulge against his thigh growing impossibly harder.

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i really should finish writing this one, i have a lot of fun with mcshep smut scenes 😂

thanks for asking!

[shetiger]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay Additional Tags: Soul Bond, Cock Worship, Literal Feelings Porn, Overstimulation, Coming Untouched, Soul Bond Feedback, Fellatio, First Time Summary:

"Oh no," is all Rodney says before John's blasted by a wave of desire so strong it buckles his knees.

Or, that time that John and Rodney accidentally activate a 'negotiation aid.'

[ragingpancake]

Another alien planet, another "ceremonial" wedding. Only they want Rodney to marry Ronon. Rodney's resigned to it (maybe even thinks it is a little funny). Ronin's rolling with it too. John isn't jealous. No siree! Not at all.

Sorry this took me so long to write! Thank you so much for sending in the prompt! <3 @exuberantocean

He’s not jealous. He’s not. What’s it to him if the Bheirats have decided that this is the perfect time and place to celebrate a marriage, just because, you know, they came through the ‘Gate and Ronon immediately scruffed Rodney to keep him from tripping over that stupid root.

And just because Rodney couldn’t stay on his own two feet, they’ve clearly decided that the reason they’ve come is to take part in their very secret ceremony and that Rodney has to be Ronon’s intended because, you know, Ronon kept him from chipping a tooth or spraining an ankle. John doesn’t care, no matter what Teyla keeps trying to communicate with her expressive eyebrows. But if he’s a little sullen as the Bheirats lead them into their village… well, that’s nobody’s business but his own. ---

“So, I think next time, we should probably, you know, weed out the planets with super secret wedding ceremonies,” Rodney says because this is their what, seventh one this year? He looks annoyed, though vaguely amused as a Bheirati woman tries (and miserably fails) to thread flowers through his hair. It’s their seventh one, but the first time Rodney’s been married to anyone but John. John’s not keeping count or anything like that, but it does think it says something that four out of those seven marriage ceremonies had Rodney marrying him, so suck it, Dex. Not that John cares. “You know, we could just… not go along with it,” he suggests and he mentally high fives himself for how not jealous he sounds, like he hasn’t got a care in the world. “You know we must take part in the ritual if we wish to trade with them, Colonel,” Teyla admonishes gently and John’s face screws up in a look of annoyance. “I just don’t think we should force Ronon to do anything he doesn’t want to do, that’s all,” John says and Ronon shrugs. “’m good with it,” he says and there’s a smirk that makes John think that maybe Ronon knows he’s not good with it, the traitorous bastard. “Hey,” Rodney says, hands flailing as the Bheirati woman finally gives up and instead plops a flower crown on Rodney’s head. “What do you mean if he doesn’t want to do it?! I’ll have you know, I’d make an excellent husband!” No one in the room agrees with that, but John grimaces. “Look, I’m just saying that we don’t have to get married on every damn planet with a ritual! That’s all.” “Uh huh,” Ronon says and he raises his eyebrow in what almost looks like a challenge. John absolutely does not like that look. “What did you tell me about weddings on your world? Someone has a chance to stand up and challenge the marriage, right? You wanna challenge?” “I didn’t say that. He’s all yours,” John retorts, because he has some dignity and is he imagining it or does Rodney’s face fall just a little? “Good,” Ronon answers and that smirk is back. He claps McKay roughly on the shoulder, enough to nearly knock him out of his seat before he squeezes gently. “Guess we’re doin’ this then.” “I guess we are.” --- It reminds him very much of this Catholic wedding he’d been forced to go to once, in that it drags on forever. John stands stoically beside Ronon, some version of a best man, while Teyla stands beside Rodney, hand never leaving his shoulder as if trying to soothe him. John, for his part, tries (and mostly fails) to keep his eyes ahead and not look at Rodney, but every so often, he glances over and meets Rodney’s eyes for a split second before the other glances away again. John wonders if maybe he has something on his face. That’s the only reason Rodney would keep looking at him like that. Right? --- “You know,” Teyla says much later that night while they’re all celebrating the marriage, “these things would go much more smoothly if you would just talk to Doctor McKay about your feelings.” John glances at her, eyebrow raised. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She hums and John gets the distinct impression that if she had her bantos sticks, she’d beat the shit out of him for that. “Do you remember M3-X456?” “Yeah, the place that made you marry me. I remember.” “Mmhm,” Teyla responds, glancing over at where Rodney and Ronon are sitting, flower crown sitting atop of Ronon’s heavily dreaded hair where he’d plopped it earlier that night. “Rodney was very put out that the Drivots chose me to partake in the ceremony in place of him.” “What are you--…?” “I am simply saying that I do not think you are the only one who would’ve preferred to take Ronon’s place tonight.” She pats him gently on the shoulder. “I shall leave you to think on that one, Colonel.” But there’s nothing to think about, because clearly Teyla is mistaken. Rodney doesn’t--. That thought dies as he lifts his gaze and finds Rodney glancing over at him again. Huh. --- They make it back home without incident, save for Ronon’s major hangover that had him

puking up his guts in the gate room, but John thinks that it’s probably serves him right. An uncharitable thought, but a thought anyway. And it has nothing to do with jealousy! Nothing at all. Except maybe it does, just a little, and that can be the only explanation for why John calls Rodney to his office later that afternoon, looking supremely uncomfortable when the other arrives. “Listen,” he says, slouching against his desk, but he doesn’t get a chance for anything else before Rodney’s cutting him off. “No! You listen, Colonel! Just because I might not be your cup of tea doesn’t mean that others are incapable of noticing my charm and, and, and the fact that I might have more to offer than just my brain! Frankly, I’m offended that you think Conon wouldn’t want to marry me! What, do you think he’s too good for me?!” “What? Rodney, no, that’s--.” “Well! I’ll have you know that you were wrong! If anyone didn’t want to partake in that stupid ceremony, it was me! If these people are going to continue to force us into these damn things, we should at least get to choose who we marry!” And John stops short at that. “… who would you choose?” Rodney goes red at that. “No one. Absolutely no one. I have to go.” He turns and palms the door open but John stops him with a hand on his wrist. “Who would you choose, Rodney?” “… if you have to ask more than once, then you already know.” “Yeah,” John says and he tugs Rodney back to him, a hand on his shoulder to turn him around. “I’d choose you too, McKay.” John’s imagined before what it would be like to kiss Rodney, but never had he expected the butterflies and for a moment, it leaves him breathless. “Would you really?” Rodney asks when they finally break apart, blue eyes meeting hazel. “Absolutely,” John says, voice raspy, breathless even. “I mean, I’ve already married you on like, what, four other planets? I call dibs.” “You—what?” John kisses him again. “Dibs,” he murmurs against Rodney’s mouth. “But seriously, you think we can go back and get them to annul your marriage?” “You’re an idiot,” Rodney says, but there’s a fondness there. “Yeah,” John agrees. “Doesn’t hurt to check though, you know?” “Shut up and kiss me again, Sheppard.” John doesn’t need to be told twice.