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Hyacinth x Ben (3): "They're literally so cute oh my goodness"

Tom x Sierra (49) "they were high school sweethearts who had to sneak their relationship because their parents didnt agree with it, and then they reunited as adults and lived happily ever after (ignore canon). theyre just very sweet and deserve more recognition"

natural development | 4k, g, gen mcshep & mckeller

a gift fic for @mostlymcshep ! thank you for all that you do!!

Five times Rodney should’ve realized he was in a relationship with John and one time he did.

1. That Time They Made Out

Harvest festivals are always a chore. They’re loud and full of strangers and always take longer than they’re supposed to. If Rodney had his way, he’d never go to another festival again. Another hundred-year storm on Atlantis would be preferable—a crashed jumper, even.

The only thing that ever makes it worth it is the alcohol. Not that Rodney is a fan, particularly, or that the alcohol cooked up on backwater planets is even good half the time. It’s more the fact that harvest festivals are the only time John ever indulges in the stuff. He sets his P90 aside and unzips his tacvest and knocks back moonshine with the locals like it’s his job. Which, maybe it is. Diplomacy is like that, sometimes.

Drunk John is a handful, sloppy and loud and unable to walk in a straight line. He’s also Ronon’s responsibility—if Ronon manages to keep himself sober enough to help, that is. But buzzed John, when he’s had just enough to relax, he’s another animal altogether.

Rodney’s always been a fan of animals.

Illustration from this fic. My Stargate kid OCs taking part in an entirely non-competitive Easter egg hunt.

L to R: Rachel McKay, Emily Sheppard, Finn and Sharon Jackson, Connor Sheppard

Uhg the angst! I suck at the angst! Writing this one was a bit of a gut punch because I hate having them broken up 🥺 but you asked for it so you get it! Thanks for the prompt 💜

22: Things you said after it was over

John headed to Rodney's room with a small bounce in his step. Two days off from missions ment some much needed downtime, and if Rodney was free a good old fashioned movie night. Those had been few and far between for them since Rodney had started seeing Jennifer. 

Resetting their relationship back to friendship mode had been harder than John had expected. If he was honest, John still didn't fully understand what had gone wrong between them. Things had been fine; good work relationship, great sex. Then they had just started drifting apart and out of the blue Rodney started seeing Jennifer.

Being dumped without actually being dumped had hurt more than John was willing to let on. The first few weeks had been horribly awkward, but slowly things had started to feel at least somewhat like they had before they'd started sleeping together. 

Reaching Rodney's room John knocked and after a moment's pause the door slid open. John's eyes widened at the state of the room. It was a complete mess, and not in the chaotic, dirty way it normally was. This was an organized mess of boxes and stacks of papers and drawers pulled out with their content neatly organized. This was a mess born from packing.

"Going somewhere?" John asked as the door closed behind him.

"Oh hey," Rodney said, emerging from the bathroom and stuffing a few things in a box before folding it shut. "Yeah moving to bigger quarters," he answered casually and picked up the box moving it closer to the door.

John sidestepped to be out of the way, and frowned at the other man. "Why?"

"Well my room's too small for two people to live in, and Jennifer's is too, so." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Oh," John said, eyes widening for a brief moment. "So I uh… take it things are going well with you guys." John knew very little about their relationship. Rodney didn't talk about it much around him and he had never really bothered to ask 

"Yeah, things have been good. Really good," Rodney replied with a smile. 

For some reason that stung quite a lot. It wasn't that John didn’t want Rodney to be happy, it was just seeing him happy with someone else seemed… unfair. Especially given that he didn't understand why things had ended between them. Because after all, they'd been happy… hadn't they?

"So um…" John cleared his throat, and then the words just tumbled out of him against his better judgment. "Did you ever tell her about us?"

Rodney pinched his brow in a frown, suddenly looking tense and serious. "No. Why would I do that?" He questioned, sounding upset.

"Gee, I don't know, because we dated for like... two years?" John responded a little agitated himself over Rodney’s apparent dismissal of their relationship.

Rodney barked a sharp laugh then glared at him. "We never dated John, remember?"

John frowned deeply, ready to protest but Rodney kept talking.

"We blew off steam, helped each other out, lended a hand, messed around…" he paused and shook his head. "Why do you look so confused, those were all your words."

"Rodney…" John didn't know what to say. He was surprised by the bitterness Rodney was showing him, it was something he never would've expected from him. "I thought what we had was good. If you were unhappy, why didn't you say anything?"

"You're joking right? Name one time we ever had a serious conversation about our relationship? Just one. I tried John, you wanted casual. And that was fine with me, for a while, and when it wasn't anymore I stopped wasting my time hoping for a real relationship, and I went and found one."

"What we had wasn't a waste of time!" John shouted, suddenly very angry. "And we did have a real relationship!"

"No, John, we had sex. Lots of sex. Lots of really great sex. But all the other stuff? The emotional attachment, the commitment, being open. That was all one sided, and a one sided relationship, isn't a relationship."

John's jaw dropped and he just stared at the other man. "Rodney I didn't know you felt that way."

"Of course you didn't," Rodney picked up one of his boxes and stepped towards the door causing it to open. "You never bothered to ask, and when I tried to talk you wouldn't listen."

John just stood there watching him go. The door slid shut and he was left alone, his feeling as disheveled as the room.