woops, there goes my work ethic

[unamaga]

Ahhhhh, my business textbook is not grammatically correct. This is so distressing to me that I must forgo reading the first two chapters and typing up my reports in favor of McShep fic. Or so schneestern tells me.

Therefore: prompts pls!

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[unamaga.livejournal.com]

"Star Wars," Rodney tries.

"No."

"Dogma."

"No."

"Beatlejuice."

"No."

"Just pick a movie!"

John growls out another, more vehement, "No," and glares at Rodney through his lashes.

"Fine," Rodney snaps, crossing his arms. "I'll just leave you to sulk and brood and miss me. In the dark." He pauses, giving John a moment to work up to an appropriately passionate apology, possibly involving tongues in interesting places. When nothing comes (literally), he hmphs, "What crawled up your ass and died, Colonel Grumpface?"

"Nothing crawled up my -" John stops, blinks. Says, "Did you just call me Colonel Grumpface?"

Rodney's chin jerks up. He sniffs defensively, "So what if I did? It's a perfectly logical insult, seeing as you're grumpier than a grizzly right now."

"You actually called me Colonel Grumpface," John reiterates flatly.

"Yes! Please pretend that you can keep up!"

John regards Rodney oddly, face wrinkled up like he's about to sneeze. And then Rodney realizes that low sound is not John sucking in air to prepare for a spectacular explosion of the nose, but laughter.

"Oh," he says softly, and John drags him down by the front of his shirt for a long, sweet kiss, bad mood forgotten.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaw!

*happyface!*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*SMISHES THEM* Colonel Grumpface!!

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

awwwww!!!