Fandom Hits - A Multi-Fandom Song-Fic Challenge

Letting Go and Holding On

angelus2hot — Mon, 24 Jul 2017 22:26:43 GMT

Title: Letting Go and Holding On
Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series
Characters/Pairing: Seth Gecko/Kate Fuller
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,642
Summary: Seth knows he's not good enough for Kate so he let's her go. It takes Richie's unique brand of wisdom to make Seth realize he's made the biggest mistake of his life.
A/N: written for 'Please Remember Me by Tim McGraw' for my playlist for fandomhits

Read on LJ or AO3

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Various Fandoms | Holiday | Album

vexed_wench — Mon, 06 Feb 2017 15:45:36 GMT

Community:
Prompt List
Prompt fills:
Santa Claus is Coming to Town -- Ella Fitzgerald,
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus -- Jackson 5,
Cold December Night -- Michael Buble,
Christmas in my Hometown -- Charley Pride,
It's Begining to Look A Lot Like Christmas -- Perry Como,
Mr. Grinch -- Thurl Ravenscroft,
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow -- Dean Martin,
The First Noel -- Carrie Underwood
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -- Frank Sinatra (Or Jensen Ackles ;) )
Santa Baby -- Ertha Kitt
It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year -- Andy Williams
All I Want For Christmas Is You -- Mariah Carey
Fandoms: Supernatural, FullMetal Alchemist, Burn Notice, iZombie
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

1. Title: Not This Year Santa
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Santa Claus is Coming to Town -- Ella Fitzgerald
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Dean was not about to have another Christmas ruined if he could help it.

2. Title: Santa Is Not Happy
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus -- Jackson 5
Medium: Fic
Size: 318 words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Sammy is worried about being on Santa's naughty list.

3. Title: No Longer Cold Nights
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist (CoS)
Prompt: Cold December Night -- Michael Buble
Medium: Fic
Size: 143 Words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Alfons finds a new reason to love winter.

4.Title: A Meal To Die From
Fandom: Burn Notice
Prompt: Christmas in my Hometown -- Charley Pride
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 words
Rating: G
Warnings:None
Summary/Preview:
Michael faces one of his hardest trials in his life. Maddie's home cooked holiday meal.

5. Title: Our Christmas Tree
Fandom: Supernatraul
Prompt: It's Begining to Look A Lot Like Christmas -- Perry Como
Medium: Fic
Size:
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: John comes home to find his clever boys had made a tree.

6. Title: Grinchy Daddy
Fandom: Supernatrual
Prompt: Mr. Grinch -- Thurl Ravenscroft
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Wee!Sam wonders when Daddy will start to transform into a classic Holiday Character.

7. Title: Friends and Snowy Days
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist (COS)
Prompt: Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow -- Dean Martin
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Ed realizes you're never too old for a little snowy fun.

8. Title: No Joy For the Sheep
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: The First Noel -- Carrie Underwood
Medium: Fic
Size: 265 words
Rating: G
Warnings: Wee!Sammy logic
Summary/Preview: Wee!Sammy tries to figure out the meaning behind The first Noel.

9. Title: Next Christmas
Fandom: FullMetal 2003
Prompt: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -- Frank Sinatra (Or Jensen Ackles ;) )
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 Words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Ed misses Al and home, but he realizes he should make the best of his situation.

10. Title: Santa Baby Shimmy
Fandom: iZombie
Prompt:Santa Baby -- Ertha Kitt
Medium: Fic
Size: 100 Word
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Liv really dislikes her new brain.

11. Title: Wonderful Times and Bad Music
Fandom: Supernatrual
Prompt: It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year -- Andy Williams
Medium: Fic
Size: 236
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Dean finds holiday job that has a surprisingly delicious bonus.

12. Title: It Couldn't Get Worse
Fandom: Supernatrual
Prompt: All I Want For Christmas Is You -- Mariah Carey
Medium: Fic
Size: 156 Words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary/Preview: Sam tells Santa what he wants most for Christmas. Sadly he's an off-duty mall Santa and things go downhill from there.

Fic: Prove It

angelus2hot — Mon, 10 Oct 2016 15:08:25 GMT

And I'm done! :D

Title: Prove It
Fandom: Charmed
Characters/Pairing: Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,266
Summary: Set after Season 4 Cole is back and he realizes he has to let her go.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song 'Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not by Thompson Square' on my playlist

On my LJ or AO3

Fic: Not Close Enough

angelus2hot — Sun, 24 Jul 2016 21:32:27 GMT

Title: Not Close Enough
Fandom: Star-Crossed
Characters/Pairing: Roman/Emery Whitehill
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,197
Summary: Emery thinks Roman doesn't want her so he proves otherwise.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song 'I Cross My Heart by George Strait' on my playlist

On my LJ or AO3

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Fic: Forever

angelus2hot — Sun, 24 Jul 2016 21:14:22 GMT

Title: Forever
Fandom: Star-Crossed
Characters/Pairing: Roman/Emery Whitehill
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,395
Summary: Roman wants her even though he shouldn't.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song 'Must Be Doing Something Right by Billy Currington' on my playlist

On my LJ or AO3

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Fic: Unbreakable

angelus2hot — Sun, 24 Jul 2016 21:08:52 GMT

Title: Unbreakable
Fandom: Star-Crossed
Characters/Pairing: Roman/Emery Whitehill
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,935
Summary: Roman breaks up with Emery for her own good but with the help of Taylor and Sophia she sets out to get him back.
A/N:written for fandomhits for the song 'The Keeper of the Stars by Tracy Byrd' on my playlist

On my LJ or AO3

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Fic: The Greatest Gift

angelus2hot — Sun, 24 Jul 2016 18:09:13 GMT

Title: The Greatest Gift
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters/Pairing: Dan Humphrey/Blair Waldorf
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,041
Summary: Blair gives Dan the greatest gift of all.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song 'The Gift by Collin Raye' on my playlist

AO3

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Fandomhits - I'll Be

jj1564 — Sat, 25 Jun 2016 23:15:27 GMT

Title: I’ll Be
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean and Sam
Words:1933
Rating: PG13 for language
Warnings: Wincest and spoilers for S11.17 Red Meat
Summary: Set at the end of S11's Red Meat - Dean realizes how close he was to losing Sam.
Prompt: This is my ninth fic for fandomhits, based on I’ll Be by Edwin McCain - click link to lyrics vid.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but they own, and frequently break, my heart!
A/N Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please let me know if you spot any bloopers.
Also on AO3.

“Holy shit, Sammy,” Dean growled as he sat behind the wheel of the Impala. “I really thought I’d lost you back there.”

He had kept it together in the hospital; he’d sat waiting with Michelle while his brother was stitched up and given a blood transfusion, then he’d sat at Sam’s bedside as he came round from the anesthetic.

Now it was all over, they were ready to leave, and it all hit him like a shit-ton of bricks. His hands shook as he grasped the wheel and he couldn’t seem to get enough air in his lungs. His ribs hurt but that was nothing new – it wasn’t the first time they’d been cracked and bruised and very probably wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m okay, Dean,” Sam slid across the bench seat and patted his knee, “I’m really sorry I scared you,”

“I can’t lose you…not now…fuck…can’t breathe…” Dean gasped. Great, now he was having a panic attack. He hated that expression, as Dean-fucking-Winchester never panicked, but unfortunately he had experienced the fuckers before, after his time in hell.

“Dean, calm down, it’s okay,” Sam held his arms and pulled him round to face him. Luckily he had experience of Dean’s ‘not’ panic attacks, too. “C’mon, look at me, Dean, that’s it; now breathe with me, in…out…in…out.”

Dean breathed as calmly as he could, willing his limbs to stop shaking. Sam was holding his hands now, rubbing his long thumbs over his palms. Dean concentrated on the feel of Sam’s hands in his, on the comforting circles Sam’s thumbs were creating, and on his breathing; Sam continued to speak to him quietly, calmly.

Dean managed to look into Sam’s eyes, and almost wished he hadn’t - they were so fucking breathtaking, and he needed all the breath he had right now. Sam’s eyes were amazing, they always looked a slightly different color, with strands of gold in them that colored them wonderful. Fuck, here he was having a panic attack and thinking sappy thoughts. When exactly did he grow boobs? He had a sudden thought of Jody and laughed at how she’d kick his ass if he said that out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Sam frowned, concerned, and no doubt thinking hysteria was kicking in now.

Dean reluctantly removed his hands from Sam, putting them back to on the wheel. He was breathing almost normally now and his shaking had reduced to a slight tremor in his hands.

“I was thinking about…” your wonderful eyes he wanted to say, but changed it to “…things, and I wondered when I’d grown a pair of boobs, then I imagined Jody’s reaction if I said that.”

“Jody would so kick your ass,” Sam grinned, “I’m pleased you’re feeling better now,”

“Thanks, House,“ Dean smiled back before swigging from the bottle of water Sam handed him; “I’m pleased you’re okay, too,”. He handed the bottle back, feeling a little rush as their fingers brushed. He started Baby, wanting nothing more than to get back to the Bunker and lie in bed with Sam, just holding him, knowing he was alive, safe, right there with him.

“D’you want me to drive?” Sam asked, “I mean, after your…”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Dean reassured him; “you’re in no fit state to drive anyway,”

“True,” Sam yawned and settled himself as comfortably as his long legs and sore stomach would allow. Sam was soon asleep, snoring softly; luckily he was accustomed to sleeping to the blaring background of AC/DC, Led Zep and whoever else Dean needed to drive to.

Dean sighed heavily, trying not to think of Sam’s lifeless body laid out on the floor. He was pleased Sam had shot that son-of a-bitch Corbin, but he also wished he’d been the one to end that murderous bastard’s life. He and Sam had risked their lives to rescue him and his wife, and he’d repaid them by suffocating Sam. Fucking bastard.

Anger was good; it kept him alert and he needed that, as he had a long drive ahead. Perhaps he should break the journey at a motel, but the need for his own bed, with his memory foam now remembering him and Sammy, was too strong.

Sam was his reason to survive, his proof that life was worth living.

Whenever Dean had dropped out or burned up, he’d remembered the things Sam said. It was Sam - his love, his laugh, his eyes, his smile, his dimples, his stupid hair, his long legs, his muscular body -that had made Dean fight his way back from the dead. Sam had helped him live again after hell; he had been the reason Dean had fought so hard to escape from Purgatory; he had been the reason Dean had fought against the Mark.

Dean wiped away tears and tried to feel anger again. He had come so close to losing Sam, and to a fucking human; okay, the guy had been bitten by a werewolf, but his decision to kill Sam hadn’t been because of the monster he was becoming. It had been because of the monster he already was, full of selfishness, fear and need.

Dean finally admitted defeat when his tired eyes could barely stay open, no matter how angry he felt. He knew trying to do a 20-hour drive was too ambitious after all he’d been through. And he wasn’t going to think about the stunt he’d pulled, or about what Billie had said. He couldn’t think about any of that, couldn’t admit how terrified he had been, had to bury it, bury it all deep. And there was no way Sam would ever know about his run-in with the feisty reaper.

He pulled into the first motel he came across, nudging Sam awake, “Wakey, wakey princess, your castle awaits,”

“Wha’…where’re we…” Sam groaned as he sat up straight and Dean knew he’d made the right decision to stop. Sam needed to sleep in a bed, even if it was in a shitty motel bed.

“I’m gonna check in, you wait there,” Dean climbed out and stretched, immediately regretting the movement as his ribs gave a painful protest.

“Okay,” Sam murmured, looking as pale and pained as Dean felt. Fuck their lives.

Dean was checked in by a surly teenaged boy, who obviously hated being torn away from his computer game to actually do his job. There was only a king-sized bed available, but Dean didn’t mind. Gone were the days when they opted for two queens, pretending they weren’t longing to share the same bed.

To his surprise, Sam was still sitting in the car as Dean returned. Dean had expected him to ignore his injury and be waiting by the car, with their duffels, ready to go in. He tapped the roof lightly and Sam startled, either he’d been dozing or lost in thought. He climbed out and stretched his aching body more cautiously than Dean had.

“Looks lovely,” Sam grimaced, glancing at the motel’s peeling paintwork and grimy windows.

“Yeah, your typical luxury motel,” Dean agreed, “but we’ve stayed in worse,”

When Dean opened the door and was hit by the smell of stale cigarette smoke, urine and sweat, he doubted it.

“Leave the door open for a bit,” Sam suggested, “let some air in and the stench out,”

“Good idea,” Dean nodded, depositing their duffels on the small table and resisting the urge to collapse on the bed.

“Man, I need a shower, I hope there’s hot water,” Sam ran his fingers through his hair.

“Me too,” Dean agreed, “and we need to eat, but I can’t face a diner right now. Pizza?”

“Sure, I’m pretty hungry,” Sam opened the door to the shower room and grinned; “well, it’s grubby, but it’s big enough for two,”

Dean returned his grin. Even after several weeks of sharing showers, sharing beds and sharing some amazing sex, it was still so new and exciting. All the feelings Dean had denied for so long were now allowed free rein. He walked over to Sam and took his hands in his, ignoring the smell of urine and detergent that drifted from the shower room.

“I don’t say it enough, Sammy, but I…I love you,” Dean whispered, gazing into Sam’s eyes.

“You don’t need to say it, Dean,” Sam smiled, lifting Dean’s hands and kissing his knuckles.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Dean smiled back, feeling happy and soppy.

“That’s because we belong together,” Sam leaned in to kiss Dean’s lips, adding, “and we deserve to love and be loved, after all the heartache,”

“Damn,” Dean licked his lips, tasting Sam, “I wish you could fuck me into that mattress,”

“Me too, but that’s gonna have to wait ‘til we’re a little less banged-up,”

Dean sighed and pulled away from Sam, “I’m gonna order us some food. You start off in the shower and I’ll join you,”

“Hey, Dean,” Sam caught his arm, “just being with you is enough right now, and we’ll have plenty of chances to make up for lost time,”

“I know, and for now, as soon as we’re clean and fed, I’m gonna wrap you in my arms and fall asleep listening to you snore,”

“I don’t snore!” Sam protested, “You do, you’re the king of snorting and huffing,”

“I don’t snort or huff!” Dean retorted.

“Whatever, just hurry up and get your fine ass into the shower,” Sam growled, “if I can’t fuck it, at least I can admire it,”

“Oh Sammy, you say the sweetest things!” Dean fluttered his eyelashes and Sam chuckled.

Soon they were both naked, under the tepid shower spray, stroking each other’s battered bodies gently, reverently. Sam had a large bandage over his wound, which the nurse had assured him was waterproof. There were bruises around Sam’s throat and Dean kissed them, nuzzling into Sam’s neck. “Pretty pleased you’re not dead,” Dean murmured, running his hands over Sam’s broad shoulders.

“I’m pretty pleased, too,” Sam replied, his own hands travelling down Dean’s chest, gently moving past his damaged ribs. “I hate seeing you hurt,”

“You should be used to it by now,” Dean moved his head closer to kiss Sam’s lips.

“I’ll never get used to it,” Sam moaned as Dean pulled away.

“I hate it too, Sam.” Dean admitted; “Hey, once this Amara chick is sorted out, let’s become florists or bakers,”

“Something safe,” Sam nodded, “I can see you arranging flowers,”

“I can see you arranging cupcakes,” Dean retorted, “and you’d better make me pie.”

They laughed, then stroked each other’s skin, reassuring each other that they were alive, they were together.

After the shower, they pulled on boxers and t-shirts and lay on the bed to eat their meat feast pizza and drink beer, although both of them were on painkillers that the doc had warned didn’t mix well with booze. They’d avoid the hard stuff anyway. They watched an old Western while they ate and were both more than ready for sleep soon afterwards.

Sam fell asleep in Dean’s arms; Dean would never admit it, but he loved hearing Sam’s deep, regular breathing. It was soothing to listen to, and although the mattress was lumpy and the room still smelt stale, Dean wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. Sam was here, he was alive and he was in Dean’s arms.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Sammy,” Dean whispered, “I’ll be yours forever, I’ll be the greatest love of your life, just like you’re mine,” he kissed Sam’s forehead and soon drifted off, with Sam in his arms, exactly where they belonged.

Fic: Don't Take His Girl

angelus2hot — Sun, 08 May 2016 22:13:46 GMT

Title: Don't Take His Girl
Fandom: The Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Damon Salvatore/Elena Gilbert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 694
Summary: Set 60 years after Elena wakes up. Damon doesn't want to let go.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song "Don't Take The Girl' by Tim McGraw on my playlist

LJ or AO3

SGA: Over His Head

wings128 — Mon, 18 Apr 2016 12:25:31 GMT

Title: Over His Head
Author: wings128
Pairing: John/Ronon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1664
A/N: Track 4 of Playlist For Shex.
Inspired by “Over My Head” – by The Fray.

Summary: Ronon’s on the Daedalus, McKay and Jackson are kidnapped, the gate blew up, and Atlantis is crippled. It’s safe to say John’s in over his head.

Read at my LJ or AO3

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Fic: Not For Him (AtS)

angelus2hot — Sun, 17 Apr 2016 19:16:02 GMT

Title: Not For Him
Fandom: Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: Angel, Allen Francis Doyle (implied Angel/Cordelia, Doyle/Cordelia)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 319
Summary: Angel knows Cordelia isn't for him but Doyle thinks she might be for him.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song "Any Man of Mine' by Shania Twain on my playlist

Read on LJ or AO3

Fic: A Polynesian Love Song (SPN)

angelus2hot — Mon, 04 Apr 2016 20:23:46 GMT

Title: A Polynesian Love Song
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 580
Summary: At a street karaoke party Sam finally gives in.
A/N: written for fandomhits for the song 'Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw' by Jimmy Buffet on my playlist

Read on LJ or AO3

Fandomhits fic - How I Used To Be

jj1564 — Sun, 03 Apr 2016 16:02:51 GMT

Originally posted by jj1564 at Fandomhits fic - How I Used To Be

Title: How I Used To Be
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean and Sam
Words: 1201
Rating: PG13 for language
Summary: Set at the end of 10.14 - Dean decides to go away somewhere remote to avoid hurting Sam and others. Dean is talking to Sam, who's asleep, and recording it for him.
Warnings: Spoilers for 10.14.
Prompt: This is my sixth fic for fandomhits, based on Unwell by Matchbox Twenty - click link to lyrics vid.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but they own, and frquently break, my heart!
Thanks to my Obi milly_gal for beta-ing for me and for always encouraging me.

I see how you look at me now, Sammy - like I’m some kinda powder keg about to explode, a ticking time-bomb. Like I’m one step away from jumping into the cuckoo’s nest. Like you don’t know who I am anymore, and you wish I was your big brother again, the one person you could always count on.

I don’t think I’ve been that person since I had to watch Gadreel use your hands to kill Kevin - his death is on me, I know that. Not a day goes by that I don’t see the poor kid’s slump to the floor, his eyes still smoking. And what was worse, if it could be any fucking worse, is that I should’ve warned Kevin. If he’d known it was Gadreel, not you, he might’ve been able to get away. You can’t count on me, Sammy, not any more. I know you’re frightened for me; hell, perhaps you’re frightened of me, ‘cause of the fucking Mark.

If I could turn back time, I’d say no to Cain in an instant. Fuck, if I could turn back time I’d have found a way to save you that didn’t involve a fucking robo-angel controlled by that smug son-of-a-bitch Metatron taking over your body. I know it’s fucking stupid to think like this – there’s so much I wish I’d done differently. I wish I could’ve taken the trials instead of you and closed the gates of hell; I’d go back right now if I could and give my life so you’d be okay, and Kevin would be alive. I know the world would be better if I wasn’t in it, ‘specially now I bear the fucking Mark of Cain.

Shit, I doubt I’m making a lick of sense here. Just as well you’re asleep – it’s a drunken sleep, too, so you won’t wake up for hours. And when you do you’ll groan, vowing never to drink again. Your face will be pale, with dark circles under your eyes and your stupidly long hair will be all messed up, half sticking up from your head and half falling over your face. You’re such a light-weight, Sammy, and such a cute drunk. And I know you’re gonna scowl at being called cute, but if the shoe fits...
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You kept telling me before you passed out that you love me, that you’d do anything for me, that you’ll stand by me whatever happens, ‘cause you’re my brother. You said it didn’t matter to you that I’m kinda crazy right now; that it’s not my fault that I’m “impaired”. Trust you to use a word like impaired, like I’m a fucking bruised peach or something.

But you gotta know, Sammy, that it is my fault. You hurt me so bad when you said you wouldn’t have done the same to save me. It made me wonder about everything I’d done for you, perhaps it had all been for me ‘cause I’d always been weak and selfish. I went to a dark place, hating myself even more’n usual, so taking on The Mark seemed a good way of punishing myself for everything I’d done to you.

I hauled you outta Stanford, I got Jess killed, then I dragged you round the country looking for dad when you should’ve gone back to school. I sold my soul to save you, Sammy, I went to hell and back, and still had to watch you fall into the pit. There are four worst moments of my life, Sammy. Mom dying, dad dying, you dying in my arms at Cold Oak, and then watching you beat Lucifer so you could throw yourself with him into the Cage. You defeated the devil, Sammy, and I’m so fucking proud of you.

You should be a lawyer, Sammy, one of those Human Rights guys, standing up for the oppressed, the broken, the people that really need help. You’d be so great at that. Or you could be a big fancy-pants lawyer earning big bucks, with a flash office, some expensive piece of shit sports car, and a mansion in the suburbs, with a wife who’s a doctor or a lawyer, too. You could have a home, a garden for the dog you always wanted, perhaps a couple of rugrats. You could, no, fuck, you should have a normal life.

It’s still not too late for you. Go back to school, Sammy, and, hey, why doncha go and look up that feisty Sarah girl, or that sexy Doctor Cara? They were both smokin’ hot and for some reason liked you not me, no accounting for taste, I guess!

I know it’s too late for me; I don’t know where this Mark’s gonna take me but I know it’s nowhere good. I have to go, Sammy, get away from you. Cain said I’ll kill Crowley, then Castiel, and then you; he said it’s inevitable.

I can swear right here, right now that I’d never hurt you – or Cas. Crowley’s fair game in my book. I can feel the Mark taking hold of me, Sammy, and it fucking terrifies me. I’m not strong enough to fight it, so I need to go somewhere far away from you and Cas. I hear Alaska’s lovely this time of year - I could go be anchored down in Anchorage. Or perhaps I’ll go to Mexico, become a hired assassin with a cool nickname, like El Diablo.

I thought about going to the Australian outback, becoming Crocodile Dun-dean, but I think the plane journey would definitely push me and The Mark over the edge. And they have huge fucking man-eating spiders out there, Sammy. So, Canada seems a more appealing destination – at least grizzly bears are easier to spot than spiders. Truth is, I don’t know where I’m gonna go, I just…I just need to be somewhere else, somewhere away from you, so you’ll be safe.

Fuck, perhaps I am going crazy, heading for that breakdown that’s been coming my way since hell. Any sane person would’ve gone mad after going to hell, so perhaps I was already crazy and hell made me saner. Is saner even a word? Shit, I gotta go soon, Sammy. This is so hard; it’s fucking ripping my heart out to leave you. I don’t want to; you have to know that. You know I’d never leave you if I had any other choice.

I hope I haven’t fucked up this recording. You were always better at the technical shit than me. And I’m sorry…so fucking sorry that I couldn’t say all this to your face. Well, I am saying it to your face, but I guess it doesn’t count as you’re drooling and snoring right now. Not a pretty sight, dude.

I wanna tell you, fuck, I have to tell you, I love you so much, Sammy, and I’m so proud of the man you've become. You’ve gotta carry on; don’t be sad, don’t worry about me, and don’t…please don’t look for me. Live your life how you were meant to, Sammy. Tell Cas to take that stick outta his ass and live a little, too.

I hope when you think of me, you think of how I used to be.

Your big brother.

Always your Dean.

SGA: A Promise Made

wings128 — Wed, 24 Feb 2016 01:13:55 GMT

Title: A Promise Made
Author: wings128
Pairing: John/Ronon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1444
A/N: Track 3 of Playlist For Shex
Inspired by “Never Gonna Be Alone” – by Nickelback.

Summary: In the lengthening shadows of an alien world, John makes a promise…

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Sign Up & Claim Table

fandomhitsmod — Fri, 19 Feb 2016 20:10:49 GMT

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Harry Potter		Album	Gothic Rock	leontinabowie
Harry Potter		Album	80's Rock/Hair Bands	themightyflynn
Harry Potter	.	Single	Siouxsie and the Banshees	lee_bella
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RPF - Supernatural		Greatest Hits	Modern Country	lady_simoriah
RPF - Supernatural	J2	Greatest Hits	Classic Christmas Songs	deanlives
RPF - Supernatural	J3 +	Greatest Hits/Album	Rock	spankedbyspike
RPF - The Voice	Blake/Adam	Greatest Hits	Modern Country	dreamsofspike
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Stargate Atlantis	John/Ronon or John/Rodney	Single	Vangelis/Tangerine Dream	firesign10
Stargate Atlantis	John/Ronon	Album	Lifehouse-esque	wings128
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Star Wars	Han Solo/Leia Organa	Album	Pop/Punk	hanorganaas
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Supernatural	None	Album	Hall and Oates	jennytork
Supernatural	Sam/Dean	Album	1970's Soft Rock	smalltrolven
Supernatural	.	Greatest Hits	Classic Rock	lady_simoriah
Supernatural	Sam/Dean	Single	Pop/Soft Rock	yonkyu
Supernatural		Single	Country	lotrspnfangirl
Supernatural	Sam/Jody	Single	Goo Goo Dolls	laughablelament
Supernatural		Single	Blues	theatregirl7299
Supernatural	Sam/Dean; Dean/Benny	Album	Snow Patrol	jj1564
Supernatural	Sam/Dean, gen, S/OC or D/OC	Album	Classic Rock/Jazz	crimsonepitaph
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Teen Wolf	femeslash	album	Ed Sheeran-esque	hhwgv
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White Collar		Single	Country Rock	cookielaura
White Collar	Neal/Peter	Album	Classic Rock (pre90)	sandy79
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Various Fandoms	Multiple Pairings	Greatest Hits	Classic Rock	sinfulslasher
Various Fandoms	.	Greatest Hits	Country (pre90s)	angelus2hot
Various Fandoms	.	Album	Holiday	vexed_wench
Various Fandoms		Album	Grunge	tjs_whatnot

Hey guys!!! waves

lotrspnfangirl — Fri, 19 Feb 2016 17:55:01 GMT

I am looking for someone who would be interested in helping me keep up with song fills. School has started up again and I've been falling behind on the 48 hour responses. *cringes* Sorry for those who had to wait a bit longer!!!

If anyone is interested, PM me :D

SGA: Earth Music

wings128 — Wed, 17 Feb 2016 00:24:03 GMT

Title: Earth Music
Author: wings128
Pairing: Ronon/John
Rating: PG
Word Count:
A/N: Track 2 of Playlist For Shex
Inspired by “First Time” – by Lifehouse

Summary: Ronon discovers the power of Earth music…

Read at my LJ or AO3

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Your Perfect Eyes - Fandomhits fic

jj1564 — Tue, 16 Feb 2016 17:33:33 GMT

Originally posted by jj1564 at Your Perfect Eyes - Fandomhits fic

Title: Your Perfect Eyes
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean/Benny
Words:1727
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Set during 8.19 "Taxi Driver" but giving Dean and Benny a little longer to say goodbye.
Warnings: Bottom Dean, Top Benny, blood-drinking, goodbye sex
Prompt: This is my second fic for fandomhits, based on Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol - click for link to lyrics vid.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but they break my heart!
Thanks to my lovely milly_gal for her help and to fandomhits for such a great challenge!

“So,” Benny looked at Dean; as usual those amazing green eyes conveyed everything Dean was feeling. His eyes said that this was goodbye, and that this was breaking his heart. Benny hated to see such pain in Dean’s eyes. “I guess it’s time for me to go, brother. I don’t belong here.” Benny kept his voice as casual as he could, trying to disguise how much this was hurting him, too.

“You belong with me!” Dean grabbed the sleeves of Benny’s coat; “I don’t want to do this…fuck, I don’t know what to do. It’s Sammy…”

“You have to save him,” Benny replied. “It’s your job - you told me so enough times. And he was the reason you kept on fighting back in Purgatory; the reason you wanted to get back so bad. Now I’m the only way you can get him outta there.”

Dean ran his hand through his hair. Benny could hear Dean’s heart thudding too fast in his distress, and smell the faint musky hint of sweat. It took supreme effort not to just grab him and kiss him until they both forgot why they were here. But Dean would never forget his Sammy.

And Benny would never forget Dean. They had started out as enemies, and became comrades-in-arms before becoming friends. It was a shock to both of them when they became lovers; when Benny had started to call him cher, instead of brother.

He recalled how Dean’s eyes had been comically wide when they broke apart after their first kiss.

“What the hell?” he had gasped. “Dude, I’m not gay!”

“I didn’t think I was, either.” Benny had shrugged, trying not to betray how much he wanted to explore every inch of Dean. How much he wanted to make Dean scream, beg, and howl. How much he wanted to see Dean writhing and stretching out his gorgeous body. He had wanted so badly to see Dean come; to come inside Dean and over him….

Benny had got all he desired from Dean, and more. He had been surprised how the belligerent, confident, strong, capable hunter had so willingly submitted to him. He had expected a fight, an argument at least, about how Dean wasn’t gonna be the friggin’ bottom in their relationship, but Dean had simply wrapped his long legs around Benny and let Benny fill him. The only thing Dean ever protested about was stripping off, as it was too friggin’ cold, but they soon found a large enough cave to inhabit, much safer and warmer than being out in the open. Benny delighted in seeing Dean’s creamy skin and shining eyes in the glow of the firelight inside their cave. It soon felt more like home than anything either of them could remember. And Benny felt more alive than he could ever remember.

Benny smiled wryly at the memory. Life had been perfect; even the daily battle for survival had been an exciting adventure with Dean by his side. Dean’s soul was so pure, so full of grace, that it reminded Benny of his own soul, of his humanity. It was still there, dormant after years in purgatory, and Dean had made him whole again. They had been everything for each other; they hadn’t needed anything else or anyone else. Except that wasn’t totally true - Dean had always needed Sam.

“Dean, I need to tell you…” Benny started to say, but Dean interrupted him, of course he did.

“Don’t, Benny, I can’t…no chick flick moments, okay?” Dean smiled but he looked close to tears and it broke Benny’s heart a little more.

“We got a couple of hours…” Benny shrugged, returning Dean’s smile. If he couldn’t say those three words he would damned well show Dean. “Let’s forget the world until it catches up with us.”

Benny thought about the back of the Impala, but large and comfy as she was, the old girl wasn’t big enough for two tall, well-built fellas. Instead he walked over to his truck, threw a blanket over the truck bed and climbed up.

“You coming, cher?” Benny asked, a little afraid Dean would say no.

“When did you become a friggin’ teenager?” Dean huffed, but he was moving towards the truck.

“About 63 years ago,” Benny retorted, “and don’t tell me you ain’t made out in the back of your ‘pala since you were a horny teenager.”

Dean laughed and his eyes shone in the moonlight. Benny loved to see Dean laugh and smile, eyes sparkling.

They had to wait until midnight, which was when Sam would – hopefully –be ready on the other side. They were parked up outside a derelict factory with no signs of life nearby, apart from a mangy looking cat, so they weren’t going to be disturbed.

“So,” Benny repeated, “will you lay with me? One last time?”

“I don’t know if it’s gonna make us feel worse or better,” Dean grumbled but climbed up on the truck anyway, removing his jacket and dropping to his knees.

Benny moved to kneel opposite him, cupping Dean’s face in his hands, gazing into Dean’s perfect eyes. “It will make us feel better right now,” he kissed Dean tenderly on the lips, and then rested his forehead against Dean’s; “Now, doesn’t that feel good, cher?”

Dean sighed, and Benny could feel him shivering. Benny wasn’t sure if it was from fear, anguish, lust or cold, so he wrapped Dean in his arms and held him close.

“I want to remember every perfect inch of you,” Benny whispered, “want to taste you, your tears, your sweat, your blood, your come…”

“Fuck…” Dean groaned, adding “you know don’t need to sweet talk me, Benny, I’m a sure thing!”

Benny laughed, kissing a line down Dean’s neck, pulling Dean’s t-shirt down so that he could bite into the warm, smooth flesh covering his muscular shoulder. The first taste of Dean was always the highest high he had ever known, the sweetest blood he had ever tasted, the surest sign of love he had ever experienced, because Dean had invited him to do it, wanting to give Benny everything. Dean had loved him, loved him still…

“Benny!” The note of alarm in Dean’s voice halted him. “It's too... it's too fucking much!”

“Damn, m’sorry, I lost track…” Benny licked the blood from the wound and cupped Dean’s face, pale in the streetlight. “Christ, I’m so sorry, cher. I was thinkin’ ‘bout you, ‘bout how good you taste, how fucking wonderful you are.”

Dean blinked and Benny could see unshed tears on his long eyelashes. “Stop it!” Dean chose anger over sorrow, yelling, “This is so fucking difficult, so fucking impossible, you’re makin’ it worse!”

Benny knew there was no more talking to be done; there was nothing either of them could say to make this better. “Dean,” he whispered, pulling Dean’s head slightly towards him and pressing their lips together.

They kissed until their lips were numb and Benny could taste Dean’s tears and feel them on his own face. Perhaps he was crying too. They lay down together and Benny rolled over so he was on top of Dean. Dean was already undoing his jeans and as Benny undid his own and pushed them down, Dean was wriggling out of his jeans and boxers. Dean was already hard; Benny smiled at him as he stroked Dean’s dick and Dean shuddered.

“Fuck, Benny, please…” Dean moaned and Benny wanted to hear him beg, one more time. He ran his fingers gently, too gently, along Dean’s dick. “More…fuck…please!”

“Patience, mon cher,” Benny kissed Dean’s exposed stomach and then his thighs, bypassing his dick.

“Fuck! Oh God, please!” Dean sobbed and Benny relented, running his tongue over Dean’s straining dick before sucking the tip, then taking him in, inch by inch as Dean muttered a mixture of God, Benny and fuck. When Dean fell silent and his body went rigid, Benny knew he was close and within seconds he had the taste of Dean filling his mouth again - sweet, bitter, warm, and so very Dean.

Dean groaned as Benny pulled off of him, but he was smiling lazily when Benny met his eyes.

“Need you to fuck me now,” Dean whispered. “Fuck me so hard I’ll never forget it.”

“Sure thing; I need to fuck you hard, too,” Benny replied, bending to kiss Dean briefly before pushing Dean’s legs back and growling “Hold them” to Dean.

Dean held his legs apart, gripping them behind the knee, as Benny prepped him, using his tongue and spit-slicked fingers to open Dean up, making Dean hard all over again. They didn’t speak, but just stared into each other’s eyes, Benny wishing it was lighter so he could see the green depths of Dean’s eyes.

Dean broke the silence with a “fuck, yeah” as Benny thrust into him, hard and fast. Benny couldn’t get enough of Dean, couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get enough of the silky wet warmth enveloping his dick, and couldn’t get enough of the moans coming from Dean’s perfect lips.

Benny leaned down so that he could kiss Dean as he fucked him, bending Dean almost in half, and they kissed as they fucked - desperately. It was almost possible to forget the world as they lay joined together, and Benny never wanted the moment to end. He could feel Dean’s hard dick wedged between them and he broke their kiss to growl “touch yourself, come for me,” Dean managed to get his right hand between their bodies and within a few strokes he was coming, head thrown back as he screamed out Benny’s name. Benny came shortly afterwards, and they lay together panting, sticky and sated.

“Benny, I…” Dean whispered, his head resting on Benny’s shoulder. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“You haven’t got a choice, cher,” Benny replied, stroking Dean’s sweat-damp hair. “It’s me or Sam, and you know I belong in Purgatory, your brother doesn’t.”

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Dean responded after a few minutes; “I’m gonna miss you, Benny Lafitte.”

“You’ll always know where to find me, Dean Winchester,” Benny placed his hand over Dean’s heart.

“Always.” Dean sighed, wrapping his arm around Benny.

Benny smiled. They hadn’t managed to completely forget the world, but they had been everything to each other for those precious moments as they lay together, one last time.

Fandom SPN. Pairings Rufus/Bobby &Dean/Sam. Rating PG-NC17. Completed Album.

milly_gal — Mon, 15 Feb 2016 13:26:38 GMT

All Tracks have their rating and pairing written on them :)

Sam/Dean, Rufus/Bobby
POV is denoted by the name before the slash.

COMPLETED!! :D

Open Arms -- Journey Bobby/Rufus Art *Bonus* Track. PG
Can't Fight This Feelings -- REO Speedwagon Dean/Sam R
All Out of Love -- Air Supply Dean/Sam PG
Missing You -- John Waite Bobby/Rufus PG
If You Leave Me Now -- Chicago Dean/Sam PG
I'll Stand By You -- The Pretenders Rufus/Bobby PG
Your Song -- Elton John Sam/Dean NC-17
Total Eclipse of the Heart -- Bonnie Tyler Rufus/Bobby PG
Summer Breeze -- Seals and Crofts PG
Make it with You -- Bread Dean/Sam R
Against All Odds -- Phil Collins Rufus/Bobby PG
I Want to Know What Love Is -- Foreigner Sam/Dean PG
We Are The Champions -- Queen Dean/Sam PG

SGA: Home

wings128 — Sun, 14 Feb 2016 00:44:50 GMT

Title: Home
Author: wings128
Pairing: Ronon/John
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
A/N: Track 1 of Playlist For Shex
Inspired by “If You’re Gone” – by Matchbox 20.

Summary: John needs to come home…

Read on my LJ or AO3

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Completed Fics!

fandomhitsmod — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 23:48:46 GMT

We have three completed challenges so far!!!

Congratulations!!!

If anyone would like to check them out, they're posted in the Library here!

SPN Falling Apart

jj1564 — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 14:47:45 GMT

Originally posted by jj1564 at Falling Apart - My First Fandom Hits fic

Title: Falling Apart
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean/Sam
Words: 1112
Rating: PG
Summary: Set after S4’s ‘Yellow Fever’ – Dean is barely holding on.
Warnings: None
Prompt: fandomhits Broken - Lifehouse
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but they own my heart!
Thanks to my lovely milly_gal for her beta work and to fandomhits for such a great challenge!

My Album Playlist
Broken – Lighthouse
Savin' Me – Nickelback
What About Now – Daughtry
I'll Be -- Edwin McCain
Fall For You -- Secondhand Serenade
Disarray -- Lifehouse
Never Too Late -- Three Days Grace
Thinking Out Loud -- Ed Sheeran
Drops of Jupiter -- Train
Chasing Cars -- Snow Patrol
It Ends Tonight -- All American Rejects
Spin -- Lifehouse

Dean picked up the remnants of the alarm clock. He had to stop breaking the freaking things; he always got a bitch-face from Sam and a lecture on wasting money. Dean always argued that they never needed an alarm clock to wake them up, as neither of them slept much anyhow, but Sam said they might need it one day.

Sam was probably right; he usually was about this kind of stuff.

But Dean hated ticking clocks, the insistent tick-tock worse than a dripping tap. It was a noise that would keep him awake, keep his mind racing, his thoughts spiraling, his heart thumping…

Sam emerged from the bathroom and glowered at Dean, but he didn’t say anything. They were both still exhausted and battered from the ghost sickness case a few days ago. Dean sat down wearily on his bed and picked up the bottle of whisky from the floor next to it.

“That’s not gonna help,” Sam grumbled.

Dean swigged straight from the bottle, ignoring Sam, who sighed loudly, then settled down to sleep, his arm under the pillow, turned away from Dean.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” Dean murmured, as he lay down.

“Try to get some sleep, Dean,” Sam replied with a yawn.

He wished Sammy would let things drop. Things about hell. That boy could be as insistent and annoying as a fucking ticking clock or dripping tap. He couldn’t do what Sam wanted - he couldn’t tell him about hell. It would make it more real somehow, make it something he couldn’t avoid, make him face up to what he had done. And he could never tell Sam the things he had done.

The memories of climbing off that rack and picking up the razor blade hurt more than the all the torture he had endured. If Dean let himself think about it all too much, he knew he would fall apart, he would be barely able to keep breathing. Sometimes he wondered why his broken, bruised and bloodied heart kept beating; how much damage could it take before it gave up?

He recalled how Lilith had appeared and taunted him, telling him to listen to his heart. Bu-boom, bu-boom, bu-boom. Yeah, he knew he had been hallucinating, but he also knew that he deserved to die; he deserved to go back to hell. He didn’t understand why he’d been saved, why a fucking angel, an angel, had gripped him tight and saved him from perdition. Sometimes he wished Castiel had left him there; the constant pain he had been since coming back was worse than being in hell.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice cut through the silence and darkness of the motel room. “You okay?”

Fuck, he was fucking crying; he hadn’t even realized. And he’d thought Sam was asleep. “M’okay, Sammy,” he lied, rubbing his face across the scratchy pillow to wipe off his stupid pointless tears.

“I thought you were…” Sam began to say.

Don’t say it Sammy please don’t say it, Dean pleaded wordlessly.

“…having another bad dream.” Sam finished and Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, must’ve been,” Dean agreed, because I don’t cry, Dean fucking Winchester doesn’t cry.

“Was it…was it about hell?” Sam asked cautiously.

“Don’t remember. Go back to sleep.” Dean grumbled.

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He was so damaged and trying to keep his shit together was so fucking exhausting. But he had to keep going, keep holding on, for Sammy, always for Sammy. The first time he saw Sam after coming back, Sam’s hair had been wet from the shower and slightly curled. His shoulders were huge, he’d been working out. He looked fit, strong and so together Dean wondered for a moment if Sam had missed him at all; thinking bitterly that Sam was better off without him. But the crushing bear-hug he had received from his not-so-little brother had been so full of love and need it made Dean feel that he could do it, he could hold on. That he wasn’t completely broken.

Bobby had stood watching them, his eyes full of pride and affection. Dean tried not to think of what Bobby would say if he knew what Dean had done. He could barely look at his reflection in the mirror without feeling disgust and loathing, but to see it in Bobby’s eyes or Sam’s…

“Dean!” Sam was on his feet now, moving over to Dean’s bed. “Please, I know you’re…you…you’re scaring me.”

“Fuck!” Dean scrubbed his face angrily; “What are you doing?” Sam sat on the edge of the bed and even in the darkness Dean could see his outline, knew Sam was peering at him. “Leave me alone, I’m okay, go back to bed.”

“Stop it. Stop pretending you’re okay,” Sam implored; “Stop pretending it’s a nightmare when we both know you’re not even fucking sleeping.”

“Fuck,” Dean repeated. He sat up and knew he was facing Sam now, and was grateful Sam had decided not to turn on the lamp.

“Dean, talk to me.” Sam pleaded, “Tell me about it; tell me what’s freaking you out so much.”

“Can’t,” Dean reached under the bed for the bottle.

“Whatever it is, whatever happened to you, I gotta say I’m probably imagining worse.” Sam confided, making Dean feel even worse.

Dean took a swig of Jack and shuddered. “I doubt it,” he whispered, “I’m sorry, Sammy. I just can’t…”

“Then let me…let me help you.” Sam replied, “Let me sleep with you, like we used to when we were kids, when I had nightmares and you would hold me and tell me everything was gonna be okay.”

Dean made a noise that was half-laugh, half-sob. Nothing was ever going to be okay.

“Please, Dean, let me help you,” Sam pleaded and Dean couldn’t deny him.

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, shuffling over in the small bed to give Sam enough room to lie down. He felt Sam turn and slide one freakishly-long arm under his body, the other wrapping around him, surrounding him. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“You’re alright, Dean,” Sam’s breath was on his cheek and Sam’s hair was falling across his face as Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead. Just like Dean used to do to him. “Try to get some sleep. I got you. You’re okay.”

Dean cried himself to sleep, like he had every night, but this time he was in Sam’s arms, loved, protected, accepted. Sam didn’t think he was weak because he was crying; Sam loved him and wanted to take care of him. Dean would let him, just this once.

Dean wished he could believe what Sam said, that he would be okay; but he knew he never would.

SGA | Single| Complete

vexed_wench — Fri, 11 Dec 2015 20:05:27 GMT

Title: All Good Things
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character:Rodney/Ronon
Words: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas music confused Ronon.
Warnings: None
Prompt: Grown Up Christmas List -- Michael Buble
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

“I don't get it?” Ronon poked Rodney in the side when he failed to answer him. He was used to having to hunt him down in his lab. He never had trouble finding him.

“Ouch, and what? I'm busy here go bother someone else.” He snapped turning away from his laptop to glare at Ronon.

“Don't wanna. What's the difference between a A Grown Up Christmas List and a kid's?”

“Why do you care?”

“Dunno, the song has been playing a lot.”

“Kids ask for stupid things.” Rodney said and attempted to wave Ronon away.

“How can presents be stupid?” the concept confused Ronon.

“They ask for stupid things like toys and candy.” Rodney rolled his eyes and angled his chair away from Ronon.

“You asked for toys and candy.” Ronon laughed at Rodney's outraged face.

“I do never ask for stupid things.”

“I want a faster racing car. I want ten pounds of imported dark chocolate covered espresso beans.” Ronon mimicked him.

“Sheppard did something to his car. I haven't figured out what he did yet. I'll have you know that ten pounds isn't as much as it sounds like.”

“Still sounds like candy and toys.”

“Yes, well...don't you have some place to be that isn't here?” Rodney gestured towards the door.

“Nope.”

Rodney waved Ronon off before facing his laptop once more.

“I made my own list and it had things like that almost chocolate stuff you like and sex. If you're too busy to help with my list I'll just go away now.” Ronon called back as he walked out of the lab.

He grinned when Rodney came running out behind him.

“What else is on your list?” Rodney demanded.

Ronon walked along him wondering what our Earth traditions he could use to wind him up.

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